A simple fact: I do not consider myself a 9/11 mourner.
I, blissfully, lost nobody I knew in the tragedy, and was barely involved in it myself. Yes, I lived in the city, and yes, I felt all the aftershocks as they came, but I am not big on mourning public tragedies. It reminds me too much of middle school, when an unpopular girl would get terribly sick and suddenly EVERYONE in the school would claim to be best friends with her. Me? I'll bawl over a lost earring or cry my eyes out at the theatre, but my tragedies are generally personal.
To be more specific (I am realizing things as I write them): If I am going to respond emotionally to a public tragedy, it will be because of the small bits of humanity within the huge cloud of the disaster. September 11th as a concept doesn't make me cry, but personal stories from within that day will break me down for hours.
I never intended to post anything about 9/11, to avoid the issue completely, but then I read RJ's blog.
it's outstanding.
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