The one memory that will stay with me, when all other
memories of September 11, 2001 have faded, is how obscenely beautiful the
weather was. There really should have been more portents. Fierce, fiery
warriors battling in the clouds. Graves yawning and yielding up their dead. At
least a two-headed cow, or the ghost of William McKinley.
But no, the New York sky was barely touched with clouds when
the Twin Towers crumbled to the ground.
Just as clear was the Arlington, Virginia sky as American Airlines flight 77 slammed
into the western side of the Pentagon, and over Stoney Creek Township, Pennsylvania,
as the hijackers of United 93 plowed their Boeing 757 into the ground to
prevent the passengers from taking over. And it was just as beautiful in Omaha,
Nebraska, where I listened to my cab’s FM radio in horror, knowing exactly why
Peter Jennings quietly said, “Oh, my God,” as soon as he said it. Satan had
apparently decided not to overdo it.
The Loss of Faith
Inevitably, anniversaries such as this will produce analyses
in gross lots, rewriting as growing out of the evil stem of the 9/11 attacks trends
that were already in place the day before. We need no “truther” conspiracy
theories to explain the nadir of our trust in our government; it had been
declining for three decades and more. Anti-Moslem sentiment didn’t begin with
the collapse of the World Trade Center; it was present during the OPEC oil
crisis in the late 1970s, a natural outgrowth of American nativism. We don’t
need al-Qaida to explain our interventionism; it was already implicit in
complaints that Operation Desert Storm didn’t “finish the job” by going to Baghdad
and ousting Saddam Hussein.
Of course we became more afraid. For the sake of security,
we permitted the federal government unprecedented powers of investigation and
almost casually dispensed with habeas
corpus rights for suspected terrorists. In the meantime, we created a new
Cabinet-level department whose name carries perhaps-unintended echoes of
totalitarian police states. And we also built a cheap, absurd wall along our
border with Mexico, as we flailed around to find solutions that would keep
terrorists out without going so far as to completely imprison ourselves or stop
tourists and imports from coming.
I can’t help but think, though, that in the last fifteen
years we became more aware of the fact that America is rotting from within,
that both the dream and the reality of America have been corrupted. That’s a
broad and vague charge, one not easily specified or documented. However, as
much as has been written about
the
loss of faith in God, I believe that we’ve lost faith in everything — faith
in ourselves, in each other, in our social institutions, in our government, in
our founding principles.