Well, here we are, another year has passed and we are posting on our social networking sites about 9/11.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m far from not being empathetic, but I started to think about how this all works.
I suppose what got me thinking was how much emphasis we put on the commemoration process of tragedies that cause a loss of life in a way we can’t fully comprehend or accept as truth. Is it not something that lives with us every day of our lives? How interesting is it that on the anniversary date of such tragedies we feel the need to take it upon ourselves to revisit the memories, the pain, the fear, and the sadness? Does that all go away the next day? When the flags and crying eagles are posted today, does that mean it’s in the forefront of our thoughts all day, or are we doing what we feel me must to honor the dead? Is that not something we should make a daily practice?
9/11 — Waco, Texas — Oklahoma City — Columbine — Sandy Hook — Trayvon Martin
This list goes on and on. I suppose if we had to carry these memories and the pain they are wrapped in, every day, we would implode. Maybe the solution to future tragedies is a global effort to give a damn about human life. Maybe releasing the hate, accepting diversity, and being human should be in the forefront of these commemorations. I don’t begrudge the need to post, discuss, or feel enraged about these travesties, but I do feel it should all be backed up with discourse – possible solutions to our inherent need to kill in order to make a point.
Having grown up in Germany, I reflect often on the fact that Concentration Camps have been left standing to continually create awareness of the atrocities of human extermination. It’s there 365 days a year, and it’s brought to light every day of every year. It is there you learn about the truth of Kristallnacht. It is not something my other homeland does once a year. Quite the contrary, it is always prevalent, because the belief is that is how such tragedies being repeated can be avoided.
I know from experience if I talk bout travesties that have taken place in my lifetime, here in America, I’m told to get over it, it was a long time ago, people move on. Why do you suppose that happens? Could it be because the only appropriate time to fight for change is on the anniversary date? Is that the only time we truly come together as one and realize we really do have the power to create change?
Just food for thought.