Something about enormous calamities spurs us to recount our own personal connection to them, if only the moment of discovery, and our immediate reaction. Maybe it is a form of witness, of testimony. Of participating in the pageant of history. Or the re-exerting of a tiny bit of control over chaotic, gigantic forces well beyond us. I would expect that Ravenswood Bureau Chief Caren Jeskey would have had a reaction that is both distinctive and challenging, and as always she does not disappoint. Her Saturday report:
My mother adheres to a strict no-daytime-TV policy for herself. She’s a gardener, among many other talents, and maximizes rather than wastes her precious days. That’s why I knew something big was happening in the world when I came downstairs that warm Tuesday in September, 20 years ago today. Mom was stationed in front of the television with an expression I had never seen before.
I joined her briefly until something inside of told me to get the heck out of there. The gist of the story was all I could handle. I said goodbye to this new model of Mom I was seeing, and walked out the front door of my folks’ home in Rogers Park (where I was staying while I completed my last year of grad school).
I intuitively knew where to go. I walked into Evanston towards the toy store on Main Street. I bought bubbles and a ball and went to the local Montessori school where I picked up my best friend’s two children and their friend Jane. I ushered them to a park at the beach, and we played the afternoon away. I can still see their wide smiles, hear their copious laughs, and feel their youthful bliss. It was the perfect medicine.
I knew that I could only protect them—and myself—for so long. We’d have to face the music sooner or later. I retuned them to their families, and made it home just before dark. My mother was still trying to process what was happening. My Dad was out of town on business, so it was just the two of us.
In retrospect I’m sorry I abandoned my Mom on one of the most difficult days in U.S. history; however, back then and still today I tend to avoid and dissociate from the evils of the world. I prefer to live in a bubble of sorts, where it makes more sense to toss a ball around in the sun than it does to consume media designed to loop me into an insatiable quest for tragic information.
The trial for the so-called architect of these attacks finally started a few days ago. I went down a rabbit hole of internet information about Al Qaeda, which led me to conflicting stories about whether or not they are currently becoming increasingly more affiliated with the Taliban.
I was flooded with a sense that there is endless horror in our world. This led me to research theories of why there is so much war, why religion is often a driving force behind such strife, and then to the matter of how the brains of non-religious folks differ form those who are religious. Some call religion a delusion, others say it’s evolutionarily necessary to instill a sense of goodness within people so they can coexist peacefully with others.
Some talk of a God-spot in the brain, others denounce this theory.
In other words, no one really knows much of anything. Theorize, yes. Know, no. From where I sit, safe and sound on a comfy couch on my back porch, my good fortune astounds me. I was not forcibly recruited as a child soldier, I do not have to learn to build bombs, carry weapons, or arm myself in any way. All I have to do is live and read and learn and use my brain to philosophize about life, and do my best to live well and stay out of danger’s way.
It’s heartbreaking to think of all of the people, near and far, who are out there right now planning ways to harm others, or in the very act at this moment. It’s not necessary. Greed, ego, fear, and the misuse of power are our mortal enemies. People don’t have to be.
I know this because meditation has taught me patience, and a way to open my mind. I’ve learned that it’s ok not to get what I want when I want it. It’s taught me that I am no more or less important than anyone else, and I do not have to force my opinions upon others. The opposite of tyranny.
As murderers sit around plotting how they will wipe others off the face of the earth I wish an army of concerned humans would just give them a paint brush, a book, a hug, a stellar education, alternatives, and let them see that it’s possible to live a beautiful, meaningful life rather than throwing it all away.
It’s heartbreaking to think of all of the people, near and far, who are out there right now planning ways to harm others, or in the very act right at this moment. It’s not necessary. Greed, ego, fear, and the misuse of power are our mortal enemies. People don’t have to be.ReplyDelete
It's not like this has not been going on forever. While we are not a country that doesn't want to rule over other countries, we do a pretty good job of trying to bend them are way.
I do realize this is a problem as old as the time when humans first met each other.Delete
Also, good point Sanford. I agree that we have exerted too much control over others rather than sharing with them and giving them credit for their gifts, talents, and contributions to humanity. At the same time, all groups of people have problems within their own ranks on top of the harm they have experienced due to colonialism, eugenics, etcetera.Delete
yes we are very fortunate indeed that we aren't required to sully ourselves with the tools of war. We all pay our taxes so our proxies who volunteer to, do the job for us so that we can live our fulfilling lives. god bless those who serve and god bless americaReplyDelete
Yes- much respect to everyone who has been affected, and to those who help keep us safe.Delete
My first thought that 11th day of September 2001, when I heard on the radio about the horrors then occurring in New York City was that the number of people thought to have died that day was about the additional number of people who die every year in traffic accidents because of the speed limit being raised several years ago. And my later thoughts were consistent with that irreverent response to what I admit was a great human tragedy, which means I focus more on the lives that were lost or contorted not directly but in consequence of that one day's events, i.e. the hundreds of thousands of Middle Easterners who perished over the last 20 years, the collateral damage of attacks on terrorists; the soldiers, American, European and Islamic who suffered death or psychological injuries as a result of conflict set off by 9/11; the women and children impoverished by the unceasing warfare of the last 20 years; the widowed and orphaned all over the world; and yes the agony of the last couple weeks in Afghanistan. I suppose I'm not much of a patriot in the eyes of most Americans nor am I much of a realist, because I do wish along with Caren that a hug, a kind word, any alternative whatsoever to vengeance and anger might save the world another disaster of 9/11 proportions.ReplyDelete
Humans are conditioned to be terrible to each other. So sad.Delete
a true patriot in my eyes John . thanks for your perspective .Delete
For an hour or two that morning I entertained the dream that we might respond in a way that showed we are better than the evil visited on us. Of course my brief dream was completely shattered when it was deemed safe for Air Force One to land and Bush announced that we would be raining Holy Hell down upon the perpetrators and anyone who got in our way.ReplyDelete