The date lives in infamy, still. At least among older Americans, who not only know what happened but will complain if a newspaper lets what has turned into a somber if minor patriotic holiday — think Arbor Day for burnt trees — pass without mention of the anniversary of the attack on Pearl Harbor that drew America into World War II.
Consider it mentioned. What’s next?
We might ask why the attack is memorable, you know, for the kiddies, who just joined us and might only be vaguely aware there was a World War II and that we fought ... somebody.
The day lives in infamy because the surprise attack was carried out even while negotiations continued to work out our differences in a peaceful manner.
Why do we remember? Well, 2,400 Americans were killed that day. The death of Americans demands our attention.
Now, I’m not so sure.
Monday, Dec. 7, 2020, is a day that will not live in infamy. But maybe it should. Because 2,400 Americans, or more, will die today. About the same number died yesterday and will die tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that.
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