In my dream, I’m suddenly the queen of the United States, and I’d order people to stop dwelling on 9/11.
I’d tell them what happened at the World Trade Center made some crazy people ever crazier — and unfortunately for us, many of them were in charge when it happened.
I’d give a speech about the freedom of thought, speech and movement that made us America and inspired so many to come here, and what a mistake it was to let all that slip through our fingers in the name of “security.”
I’d ban the use of the word “homeland” on anything official. “We’re not fucking Nazis,” I’d proclaim. “We are not the ‘homeland,’ we are a free people and we’re going to stay that way.”
Whether it was through policies, covert actions or material support, the U.S. has inflicted serious harm on nations around the world, and by the laws of karma, it was just our turn.
The NSA? They’d have to work out of the White House basement (or palace, I’m not sure where I’d live), so I can drop in and keep an eye on them.
I would demand that on September 11th every year, news stations stop showing those damned videos of the World Trade Center towers being struck by the planes — in real time, no less. “War pornography,” I’d rail. “A blatant attempt to stoke the fires of division. We should have found who did this, arrested them and thrown them in jail. We didn’t need to inflict collective punishment on some other country’s civilians to avenge this crime, because that made us as bad as the people who did this.”
And I’d tell Americans they weren’t the first country in the world to suffer through a terrorist attack, so “put on your big boy pants and get over it.” Yes, it’s sad. Yes, it was a shock. But we did not invent victimhood, although you might think so, from the way the media plays it up. (When I was a reporter, we used to joke in the newsroom: “Plane Crash Kills 2 Americans, 187 Others.”)
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