September 11, 2001 that date will inject our brains.
Not long after the first American Airlines jet crashed into the World Trade Center, CBS showed footage of hundreds of people rushing away from the building. What astonished me were the faces. A few people looked terrified, most of them looked stunned, and one, a beefy New York cop, sauntered by with a smile frozen across his face. If this were a Hollywood movie and in describing the events of Tuesday, action movies became the inevitable reference point such a smile would mean that the cop was the villain beaming in triumph. But here it only meant that this cop like everyone around him, and those of us watching the events on TV was at a complete loss. His world was literally collapsing around him, and he lacked the emotional vocabulary to know how to react.
In the hours that followed, everything felt unloosed from its moorings. You heard friends on the phone sobbing, saw people driving like zombie maniacs on the freeways, and suddenly discovered that everyone you knew had some horror story about the shoddiness of Americas airport security. Collectors flocked to Manhattan gift shops to invest in post cards of the downed towers; morons sent death threats to Islamic schools in L.A.; Newt Gingrich talked to Bill OReilly about Islama Bin Laden. And the media went topsy-turvy. Even as the leftish Village Voices Web page ran a headline that read simply, The Bastards! CNN indulged in the stunt of interviewing novelist Tom Clancy simply because hed written a thriller about a similar attack. I was braced for the worst Clancy is, after all, a wannabe Rambo but he launched into a monologue about how Islam is a religion of love, like Christianity and Judaism, and we shouldnt believe that the actions of a few madmen actually represent such a religion. My God, I told my wife. Tom Clancy has become the voice of reason.
Its the nature of media culture to try to make everything feel safely formatted, and the networks quickly posted glib little slogans up on the screen. America Attacked. Terrorism Hits America. Yet they looked pathetic, umbrellas held up to stop an avalanche. After all, its one thing to declare that Americas at war, as did Dan Rather, who dubbed it apocalypse, now. Its another to say this when youre not sure who has attacked you. These events were so far outside any anchormans expectations that the networks fell into numbing repetition those towers just kept collapsing punctuated by bursts of unexpected honesty. At one point, Peter Jennings interviewed a freelance ä 33 photographer, Kevin Sutavee, whod taken far grittier footage of the towers than any of the professional news crews. Sutavee said the bombings embodied the power of ignorance, but he also said that he could understand why the disenfranchised might well hate capitalism. You knew if ABC News werent so utterly discombobulated, it would never let somebody say that on its telecast.
The one voice you expected to hear was President George W. Bush, who came across like David Schwimmers weakling commander in Band of Brothers. It was bad that his initial response was to say that America was going to hunt and to find those folks responsible. Realizing that the term folks wasnt exactly the mot juste for describing terrorists who may have killed thousands, most news outlets took to paraphrasing his words to make him sound more presidential. And it was worse when he said that terrorism against our nation will not stand a direct reference to the words his father used after Iraqs invasion of Kuwait. The difference, of course, is that the WTC was already not standing.
If anything could make the American public long for a real president, it was seeing Bush scurry around the country after the attack. He may have spent his first seven months humiliating Colin Powell, but I kept hearing people say that they couldnt wait for the secretary of state to get back from Peru; it would be comforting to see a grown-up standing there on the podium. While there were endless comparisons with Pearl Harbor, Bush delivered no Roosevelt-style Day that will live in infamy speech. No, watching Bush address the nation from the Oval Office Tuesday night, you knew that he himself hadnt found the proper emotional vocabulary to lead the country. This isnt an ideological point. Even when wounded by an assassins bullet, Ronald Reagan managed to be reassuring.
Its always tempting to blame the president for terrorist attacks, and it must be said that Bushs arrogant attitude toward the rest of world essentially, Fuck you, well do we want has pushed international resentment of America to dangerous levels. I was living in Southeast Asia during the first months of his presidency, and our close allies there were appalled by his disdain for the opinions of other countries. But while Bush comes across as an American lout, his policies are continuous with those of his predecessors, including Bill Clintons.
Although the pundits kept claiming that America lost its innocence on Tuesday morning, Ive been hearing that all my life. Its an American vice to keep re-creating our sense of innocence so that we can keep losing it. That happened again when Bush told us, Were a target for attack because were the brightest beacon of freedom for the world. If only the world were so simple. The truth is, America has done enough violent things over the years to create many enemies; today, we embody a vision of a globalized future that threatens to radically transform the lives of millions, perhaps billions of people, in ways they may not want.
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Of course, after Tuesday, that future no longer looks as radiant. At the humblest level, the roar of a passenger jet flying overhead will never sound quite the same to many of us. The age of carefree air travel has ended, along with the feeling of invulnerability that gives American life its alluring buoyancy but also makes us clueless about the wider world and how were perceived there. Over the next months, our various ministries of fear will use the threat of evil a word thats just made a big comeback to justify massive increases in our military and intelligence budgets, and whittle away our civil liberties.
But Tuesday didnt just change things in America. They also changed things in the Middle East, where the Palestinians pulled a disastrous PR blunder. Although the PLOs Yasser Arafat instantly disavowed the attacks, what most Americans will remember is the sight of kids on the West Bank dancing in the streets to cries of God is great! And theyll compare it to the sober Ariel Sharon declaring Wednesday a national day of mourning in Israel. Over the years, the Palestinians have won more and more sympathy for their cause from ordinary Americans; all that may have vanished in one day.
I could go on speculating about how these kamikaze bombings have transformed the larger world just as the Oklahoma City bombing sucked the energy from the anti-government ideas of Gingrich and Limbaugh, so the attacks on New York and Washington may well change how the left will be able to confront the elite groups that make global decisions.
Still, all these abstractions leave me feeling a bit heartless. I spent much of the day thinking about the unknown thousands who died, a dispiriting process because the images on television all seemed terribly impersonal. Thats why so many people were haunted by Barbara Olson, who on this ghastly Tuesday became the surrogate for all those thousands, not because her life was special, but because she, of all those killed, had a story and a face we could hold on to. She had planned to fly to L.A. on Monday, but stayed in D.C. overnight so that she could have a breakfast celebrating the birthday of her husband, Theodore, the U.S. solicitor general. She wound up on the hijacked flight from Dulles to LAX, and spent her final minutes on her cell phone to her husband asking if there was anything she could do to control the situation. Vintage Barbara, said a friend, always wanting to take charge. But there was nothing she could do.