There is a travelling exhibit that is touring the country. It consists of a fire truck from the N.Y.F.D and 20 tons of mangled steel from the remains of the Twin Towers. This Monday last it arrived at the Richard Nixon Memorial Library where it figured in a solemn religious service.
The shade of Hunter S. Thompson cries out somewhere in outrage.
” On the first day of every month, at the Tepito metro stop in downtown Mexico City, a new breed of pilgrim can be observed inching his way on his knees out of the stop and down a filthy market street, and cradling in his arms, babylike, a plastic figure of Death—or Holy Death, La Santa Muerte.
Meanwhile the same people who tell us these things cut funding for benefits for living veterans and close VA hospitals in the name of austerity.
The slaughter of innocents does not render a thing or a place sacred, just very, very sad. The sacred is found in things like love and hope and compassion. It is found in the joyous celebration of life, not the morbid fixation on death and loss that is like the tongue returning over and over to the empty socket where the tooth used to be.
Bin Laden is dead. Still the wars go on.
If we truly wish to honor the legions of the dead on this anniversary, learn from the mistakes that have been made these ten long and bitter years.
Don’t rush to war just because an old rich man waves a bloody shirt. Think. War and death will always have their pimps but their wares seldom really satisfy.
Don’t give up freedom for the illusion of security.
Fear is the mind killer.
Laughter and loving is the cure.
Be seeing you.
Section in quotes from The New Yorker