This is going to come off sounding incredibly crass and uncaring, and I apologize in advance. I am trying to put myself in their place, as I have for the past two-and-three-quarter years, so I am trying my best to maintain sympathy. It’s just getting harder and harder to do.
I’m talking about the 9/11 Victims’ Families. They’re so revered that we even capitalize mentions of them. It seems we hold them in higher regard than those who have lost loved ones in war. Sometimes, I think we hold them in higher regard even than our veterans who have actually been in war.
It’s now getting ridiculous.
Now that the 9/11 Commission has released its official report, the family victims are furious and are speaking their minds…again.
They’re furious because they want someone to blame. One of them actually said that. They feel that the report gives them no one to blame. Blame al-Qaida! It seems to me that they are the ones who plotted the events that lead to those thousands of deaths, all in the name of their own religious views.
They feel that there is no one ruined politically by this, and apparently, that’s what they were hoping for. That makes it so easy for me to lose any compassion for them.
They’re speaking out because they demand to know why so much time was wasted looking backward at what went wrong when they think enough hasn’t been done to prevent the next attack. They stop short of adding that if more had been done to prevent future attacks at the expense of producing a report they expected to skewer one single source of blame, this would not have been acceptable, either.
They are practically out for blood, and have been since day one, because the country didn’t take the threat of terror seriously. Here’s a news flash: they are part of that country…it wasn’t the lawmakers that didn’t take it seriously, it was the fact that nearly none of the citizens took it seriously.
Last year, I read of a school board’s public referendum that failed to implement the installation of metal detectors in local schools because parents didn’t want to see their taxes go up to pay for them. As a people, we have a short tolerance for the same old story…we don’t want to hear about the “threat” of anything…we want someone else to worry about that. When the threat turns into reality, we take some kind of perverted pleasure in running around in a panic, wondering what we’re supposed to do next. But eventually, even the thrill of chaos wears off.
Don’t believe me? Pay close attention to the demeanor of those around you the next time the government raises the terror alert. Does anyone run to the store to buy bottled water and other supplies to stock up their basements in case of some local attack, or do they go on as if nothing happened, rolling their eyes at the mere mention of terrorists trying something again?
The families are somehow surprised that a bipartisan commission that is making suggestions for improvement in homeland security is trying to remain as impartial as possible to encourage the very spirit of cooperation required to make the needed changes happen. That makes me wonder if they have ever heard of politics before…such things happened long before that terrible September morning.
Forgive me for being too harsh if I suggest that it’s time for them to stop invoking the memory of their loved ones for the purpose of political gain. We all lost something on September 11, 2001, whether we had a relative at one of the “ground zeroes” or not. The world didn’t change for just them…it’s a different world we all live in now. You can be sure that any terrorists plotting the next attack aren’t making any efforts at all to track down only those who are related to prior victims to further terrorize those families: we are all in the same boat.