Over at his new digs, Lex has a post up about the 4th Anniversary of 9/11:
It’s hard to believe it’s only been four years.
Four years ago we stared at the television screens in shock and anger, teary-eyed, uncomprehending, lacking the vocabulary. We watched the endless loops of those buildings coming down, the Pentagon on fire, a field in rural Pennsylvania. Four years ago our children looked to us with questioning eyes, asking us wordessly how this could happen. Four years ago we did not quite know how to answer them.
Four years ago we wondered who had done this to us, and why it was done. We wondered how anyone could hate so incandescently that they would kill not only themselves, but nearly three thousand anonymous strangers. Four years ago we were still unaware that there were those who hated us and offered us only two choices: Submit, or die.
Four years ago most of us hadn’t heard of al Qaeda, or bin Laden, or al Zawahiri or al Zarqawi, strange combinations of sounds on our tongues, exotic names that led to exotic places like Kabul and Kanduhar, Najaf and Falluja, none of which we’d heard of either, for the most part.
Four years and one day ago we were sour and divided. One day later, we were just Americans, and all the old divisions were meaningless. Since the disaster fallen upon all of us collectively, the wealthy and the poor, without regard to color or ethnicity or gender no one could possibly gain any political advantage by trying to divide us into smaller groups with competing interests. No one even tried. That was four years ago.