Here's a take on 9/11 from yours truly. Wrote this mostly to process, but I'd be delighted if anyone would like to read and comment:
9/11/2001, 19 members of tiny Islamist sect, an offshoot from an Islamist movement the US had previously backed in Afghanistan, killed 2,977 innocent American civilians. These fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, men, women, and children, suffering death at the hands of demons we'd created abroad, were given frantic seconds to close up their spiritual affairs. Some of them burned to death, some jumped from buildings, some died of smoke inhalation, some died in heroic self defense, some smashed into earth or building mid-way through texting their close family. The spectacle of their deaths, broadcast in wall-to-wall coverage, traumatized the country. Tens of millions of tears were shed. Neighbors wandered out into their driveways and embraced. Traffic stopped.
A village community would have spun myth and meaning out of the thousand tendrils of grief spreading out from this shock to time and space. Such myths incubate and transform into pearls that bond us with spirit. It's what our human communities have done since pre-history in collective grief. It's what Hannukah and Passover are about. It's what churches do when they lose parishioners. A militarist plutocracy such as our own, however, made a sick caricature of these communal reflexes; our regime made a myth that became a demon that reached out and, literally, wrought death and famine upon the world. It's not what humans do in our natural state. It's what militarist regimesof the wealthy do when they see the opportunity to feed anguish and tears into the steam engine of capital markets and geopolitical dominance.
In our regime, there are always two stories: the red meat the elite throw the population to enlist us in their military and economic projects, and the cold calculating logic of the think-tanks, boards of directors, and closed senatorial sessions in which real decisions get made. The red meat myth we've been handed, which has suffocated all competing narratives, is that a gang of demonic attackers, drawn from among the world's 1.6 billion suspect Muslims, appeared out of nowhere to wreak death and destruction on the American population at a monumental scale. The board-room analysis is that 9/11 was a "bank error in our favor" giving the military-industrial-capitalist complex the political capital necessary to bring defense spending back up to pre-Cold War levels and gain an unprecedented base of operations in the Levant and Central Asia.
For the board-room programme to be viable, Americans had to believe that 9/11's trauma was comparable in scale to the 20 million Russian war dead in World War II. Comparable in scale to the Holocaust. Comparable to what Kurds had experienced at the hands of Iraq, Iran and Turkey. Emanating from a geopolitical sphere large enough to encompass the entire Muslim world so that our military could operate freely throughout to "defend us." For the programme to be viable, our military had to become so politically sacrosanct that anything it does anywhere is cast as "keeping us safe." Whether it's drone striking cash-strapped militias in Pakistan or paying off corrupt Sunni governors in Iraq.
When pressed, intelligent people would never co-sign these falsities, but psychically and in the way the way 9/11 is mythologized 17 years later, they are absolutely there. How else could we have sustained the price we paid as a population? We spent $2.4 trillion on wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. For that price, we could have had a blossoming park and a beautiful library in every Black and Brown neighborhood. Every child could have had a first class arts education. We could have paid 1 million doctors $141,000 a year for the past 17 years. Or 2 million teachers half of that. How else do you convince an economically struggling population to forgo humanizing social services in favor of imperial war projects on the other side of the globe, other than by convincing them that their lives are as endangered as were Muscovites under Hitler's onslaught, however ridiculous the comparison when made conscious?
The major tragedy of 9/11, though, if we include everything that was done in its name, happened not at home but abroad. We killed thousands of civilians in drone strikes our soldiers called "bug splats." We started a war in Iraq that killed hundreds of thousands. We took a tiny sectarian Islamic terrorism movement and turned it into a mass movement by forcing a population of Iraqis and Afghanistans to watch as their children, brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers had body parts blown off by our bombs. We tore apart nations and created tens of millions of refugees. And we still can't even talk about it. We still can't even really talk about the crimes we committed, at least outside of dissident discourse on the fringes of our society.
I'm of the 9/11 generation. I was 19 when it happened and deeply involved in organizing against the mythology, and corresponding set of policies, that I've described above. I organized and attended protests. I read widely and deeply and encouraged others to do the same. I tried to create popular organizations of workers both on my own and as a professional labor organizer. I can say now that nothing that we did at the time had any real effect. A tidal wave of reaction and imperialism swallowed up our voices and killed hundreds of thousands directly and millions indirectly. It deprived children of basic rights. And it's still happening. Trump is still trading on the 9/11 myth.
At the same time, we still have the ability to speak out in this country. There's an insurgency in the Black community and a movement for a decent society, one in which we simply take care of each other, emanating from politicians like Bernie Sanders. There are lots and lots of folks challenging patriarchy and traditional constructions of gender. If I'm inspired to do anything today it's to find a new way to connect with the activism I did in my youth. It's hard. I'm a father, husband, and have a very public job. But I'm realizing how the myth keeps me sick if I don't. Because the myth is wrapped up in compartmentalizing, shutting out, ignoring others' pain in favor of our own. It's about lies that harm. It's about a constricted circle of concern that diminishes us. If I'm true to myself there's no alternative but to let the grief in and let the righteous indignation out if I want to live as a human.