By now, we’ve all told our 9/11 stories.
We’ve recited time after time where we were when it happened, what went through our heads during the immediate aftermath, and how we managed to cope with it.
We’ve discussed who we knew that died, we expressed how we felt when we watched the coverage on television, and how we felt to how our own government reacted — and is still reacting.
Now it’s 11 years later. One year ago was the big one — the 10 year anniversary of 9/11. The 10th anniversary was significant because not only was it the big milestone, but at the same time, we all finally got to take a deep breath and say, “Wow. Ten years. Let’s put everything we have into a nationwide memorial, to celebrate those who died. And then maybe we can… move on?”
And on top of that, Bin Laden was killed last year. It presented the ultimate form of closure.
It goes without saying that moving on does not mean forgetting. I myself even blogged about the occasion in 2011 and 2010. But I think we can all finally accept that the world does not need to stop on its axis every September single 11th. On the 15th, 20th and 25th anniversary, giant memorials should be held. But for the 11th, 12th and 13th?
Eleven years is a really long time. I mean, for God’s sake, 18-year-olds are still fighting in this “War on Terror” who were 7-years-old when 9/11 occurred.
I for one will never forget September 11, 2001. I never want to forget September 11, 2001. I want teachers to teach their students about it. I want to one day explain to my own kids the significance behind the date. But it’s definitely past that time when the coverage needs to be force-fed down my throat.
I certainly don’t blame anyone for posting “Never forget” on Facebook today, probably with a heart symbol, or posting a picture of the Twin Towers, probably also with a heart symbol, but I also did not need the reminder. Not one of them, and not twenty of them. I remember 9/11 not only on Sept. 11, but during the other 364 days of the year too.
The New York Times indeed took a stance on this day. If you checked out their newspaper, there was not one single mention of 9/11 on the front page.
Naturally, this probably pissed a lot of people off. But the newspaper justified their decision in an editorial:
The pain, the outrage, the loss – these never fade. The amount of journalism, however, must.
It was a bold stance, because it wouldn’t have hurt to have thrown, say, a picture onto the front cover, even if there wasn’t a story to accompany it. But clearly, they wanted to set a precedent. Come the 12th anniversary of 9/11, they can offer no coverage without needing to offer an explanation.
“Never forgetting” is a no-brainer, but at the same time, perhaps we can start experiencing some sense of normalcy on future September 11ths. I think today was the start of that, whether people liked it or not.
The day was not normal however, for Karen Klein. Who is Karen Klein, you ask? Well, remember the bullied bus monitor from last June? Yeah, now you remember.
Well you may also remember how the Internet got together and donated money to Klein so that she could retire and go on a vacation.
Well, today she got that money. In the form of seven-hundred-and-motherfucking-three-thousand-eight hundred-and thirty-three dollars. Wow.
I wish I got bullied.
Apparently she is going to use $100,000 of the money to start the Karen Klein Foundation, and will begin an anti-bullying tour in the U.S. next month.
So I guess that is pretty cool that not only is she donating the money, but she is going to attempt to become an advocate. Nicely done, you fat, ugly, old and smelly bus monitor. I’m just teasing!
But still, I’d let somebody bully me from dusk until dawn if it meant getting $700,000.
It does seem appropriate though, that Mrs. Klein would receive her money today. Money that was rounded together by people far and wide, from different countries, of different ages, genders, races and ethnicities, to give to a woman because she was mistreated.
It’s an ultimate form of camaraderie — people stepping up and doing what they believed was right, and condemning what they thought was wrong.
If we could do that more often, whether it’s on September 11th, March 19th or December 30th, then maybe, just maybe, we might make it as a civilization.