We
have never fought a war on our home turf. Yet we have fought wars and
lost souls on the home soil of other countries.
Americans
like war. We revel in the glory and rush of war. We worship the
bright shiny machinery of war.
But we shudder at the gory images of war: the coffins draped in the American flag, soldiers with no limbs limping along on the sidewalk, veterans who live in abandoned buildings and underneath bridges, who are addicted to alcohol and dope, who dwell in a nether world of reality and fantasy.
But we shudder at the gory images of war: the coffins draped in the American flag, soldiers with no limbs limping along on the sidewalk, veterans who live in abandoned buildings and underneath bridges, who are addicted to alcohol and dope, who dwell in a nether world of reality and fantasy.
Many
young veterans are homeless, suicidal and slipping into an obscure
nightmare from which no escape is imminent.
The
conflicts in Afghanistan and Iraq have produced a generation of
dispirited and desperate human beings. But that's war and conflict.
There's always been a Generation Kill; there's always been a generation sent to kill in the name of patriotism while the politicians sit on their asses in front of television cameras justifying the death and destruction of fellow human beings.
There's always been a Generation Kill; there's always been a generation sent to kill in the name of patriotism while the politicians sit on their asses in front of television cameras justifying the death and destruction of fellow human beings.
Yet
we avoid the grim reality and bleak aftermath of war. We want things
clean neat and distant.
We
scoff at the bodies blown apart by bombs in other countries and scorn
their politics and sneer at their religion and culture. They, in
response, sneer at our naivete and simplicity of thought and action
while they bury their children in mass graves.
Then
9/11 hit us emotionally and spiritually.
The
attack suddenly thrust upon Americans the agony of seeing and hearing
our friends and family die. Americans
were shocked and amazed more by the audacity of someone attacking us
rather than by fault lines in the world.
What
can we say about the 13th anniversary of 9/11?
That
we have never dealt with 9/11 intellectually. That we still, despite
our money and machinery, are quite naive.
That
a violation of our civil liberties and rights, perceived or
otherwise, enrages us. Yet, gleefully, we violate the civil liberties
and rights of citizens of other countries.
9/11
horrified and shocked us. The collapse of the Twin Towers is a
nightmarish reminder, in its dramatic images, of what could happen if
we let it happen.
Americans
are soft, complacent and compliant.
We
revel in selfies instead of self-reliance and self-respect.
Our
politicians bicker over pennies while people go without health
insurance and food and jobs.
Our
politicians dispute money spent on education and healthcare while
bestowing upon themselves every perquisite their legion of staffers
can unearth.
On
this anniversary, America prepares to clean up its mess in Syria
and Iraq. American politicians made this mess. Now it's time to take
responsibility for this mess in the Middle East and get it done
right.
Air
strikes, first, of course, for they are clean and neat and distant. A
handful of troops on the ground – clean and neat and distant.
What
the rest of the world sees isn't what America is looking for.
What is America looking for? What does America want to be when it grows up?
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