Sentimental, banal, reductionary, rude and unecessary.
I wonder how many people at work will be wearing american flag shirts or buttons or pins...
It really just makes me ill. Of course, it made me ill a few days after the attacks... so it's no suprise that I find all this now to be really *so* over the top. Something about that dissolve with the flapping american flag over the rubble.
Taken out of context... it's a hell of a lot more poignant a statement.
I've already posted about the mourning in public thing. Some of the 9/11 widows have been on more talk shows than Brad Pitt over the last year. It isn't so much the mourning that bothers me today (makes me have to flip the tv to the only station I can find that isn't broadcasting memorial programming, comedy central), but the news tying this in to the push for war on iraq, Tom Brokaw pointing out that there's an election coming up, insisting that today *isn't* politics as usual and intoning the same lame idea that this is all about an attack on freedom and how we must fight for ours.
The ever present insistence that this happened to all of us. Yes, to an extent, it did. I had to switch channels because I couldn't take it. I was just crying on and on listening and seeing it all. I think it's because it's the first time I've seen the footage of the actual rubble and towers falling since that first week, after which they stopped showing it to stop freaking out the little kids who may be seeing it. That really suprises me, that I had that much of a reaction to it. I thought they'd repeated it out of poignancy. I was pretty sure that the constant bombardment of imagery and overheated "brotherhood of america" talk had beaten any real reaction out of it for me. Just squeezed it dry with their mournful songs and their tower fade ins and reports from ground zero.
The thing that really struck me was the memorials in other countries. I know that the US would not have done the same for them. I think they know it as well. All of this today is just breaking my heart. Because of what's wrong about it and the very very few things that are right.
I read some journals and through whip_lash's journal I found this poem posted by artisdead and, aside from making me bawl like a baby, it sums up how I feel about our bellicose natures and especially how we've applied them here.
I find myself praying. I don't have a religion. I don't have a god. But I'm praying nonetheless. Just sending it out there and hoping.