I don’t need Truthers to tell me our rememberences of 9/11/01 are irresponsible. Are deadly. Are poisonous. Are selfish. Are ego-centric. Are violent. Are unnecessary.
I don’t need conspiracy theorists to tell me that we have rushed into bludgeoning, deafening violence. Rushed into a schoolyard fight with spiked bats and automatic weapons and tanks.
That we have killed seventy-times-seventy of “theirs” than they have killed of “ours.”
Nor that there is neither a “they” nor an “us.” Unless we are speaking of those on top of the capital, economic, cultural, industrial, and political machine against those of us here. On the ground. Running around and playing their games in the aspirations that we may eek out an existence. Risking our lives in effort to take others’ lives on behalf of the machine operators. And because the American God is a God of Vengeance and Retribution.
And oil. And contracts.
And racist nationalism.
And this God demands sacrifices. It demands money. Trillions. It demands lives. Millions.
The American God of Vengeance and Retribution demands toddlers and mothers and fathers and sisters and cousins and wives and husbands and infants and teenagers and the recently deployed and college students and taxi drivers and bakers and nurses and teachers and “the help” and…
We do not remember these people. We remember An Attack By (an artificial) Them.
The Attack By Them is justification – an eternal loop of crashing, inflated justification – to blow holes through children and send kids to do things that kids should never have to witness.
The adults, the American adults, continue to say that we Will Never Forget The Attack By Them. On Our Soil.
But we seem to have a problem remembering our capital, economic, cultural, industrial, political violence upon Them, long predating the Attack By Them.
We seem to conveniently dismiss our continual participation in massive acts of terror and retribution against them. Our participation in taking what is theirs to fuel what we desire.
I don’t need a Truther to tell me that this is a horrible, violent, monstrous sham. A con game, where we all, Christians and Muslims, Euro-Americans, Mid-Asians, and Middle-Easterners, poor and working class, veterans and their victims, lose. The house of cards is stacked against us. And when it falls, we lose it all.
If you remember, remember us all.