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Aug. 29th, 2002

There is a special on tv about the babies who were born to women who's husbands died in the wtc attacks.
I find it morbid, intrusive, too much. It feels like the world gawking at a funeral. It's just a protracted version of the disaster victims having cameras stuck in their faces and being asked how they feel, just after their house has burned or their family has died.
I don't understand the motivation for grieving in public. It's not the *nation's* grief. It's their grief.
And the sentimental dialogue over the montages of faces. The saccharine music. It just feel like someone trying to manipulate... but why? I don't understand it at all.
They've gone through an incredible amount of grief because of an incredibly horrible thing. Chances are that most of us will.
Because it happened on national television, does that mean that the aftermath, a year later, has to continue happening on national television?

Take your kids home. Stop holding them up as talismans of your pain for the world to see. No one has forgotten. No remembering needs to happen. And your baby's cherubic face is a horrible counterpoint to the "this is the room he died in. This is the shirt he died in. This was his last message home" retelling.

I suppose I'm supposed to feel touched. I don't feel anything but disturbed that this is somehow a good thing, closure, appropriate...

I don't understand.


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