Tag Archives: 9/11

Sobering

Is it just me or is the shock and exhilaration of Bin Laden’s demise starting to wear off? We’ve waited so long for justice, and when it happened, we rightfully celebrated. But then I’ve kept going back to that image of people dancing after 9/11 and burning the U.S. flag (although I just found according to Snopes.com, it was false footaging), and comparing that to last night’s jubilant crowds outside of the White House and at Ground Zero.

Source: AP Photo / Charles Dharapak

Imagine it from their point of view — not that I’d ever, ever stand up for terrorists — Bin Laden was a mastermind, evil, horrific man who caused so much despicable cruelty; but, those across the world may look at our celebration of Bin Laden’s death with similar horror and disgust. Imagine an innocent young child, growing up in the Middle East with only these images to represent the entire American nation.  My brother was only five when 9/11 happened, and at the time we lived 25 miles away from Ground Zero – we watched the chaos from our living rooms – on TV and through our windows. It would have been quite easy to translate those images into a dominant story — all Muslims are this way; they are all out to get us. We didn’t let that happen, of course, but imagine how it could.

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An Arizona (Bubble) State of Mind

In my experience, Arizona is a bubble that shields us from national events or disasters. I haven’t pinpointed an exact cause, but I surmise it has something to do with the state’s culture and location. We’re not on either coast, and we’ve got so much land between us and adjoining states that it’s easy to feel isolated. Moreover, when the sun is shining nearly 24/7, it can be difficult to stay focused on something difficult or upsetting that’s happening thousands of miles away. Also, we don’t interact with people on a day to day basis, so it’s hard to cultivate a collaborative concern over something.

When 9/11 happened, I lived about 30 miles away from the towers. The entire tri-state area shutdown; all of the tunnels, bridges, and major buildings were evacuated and closed. The sentiment was of complete systemic shock – for weeks and months. People spoke with their neighbors, friends, relatives, and complete strangers on the street about it. As you probably heard, there was an incredibly unified feel between people. However, when my family moved to AZ in January of ’02, the emotional climate was completely different. Yes, everyone had been wholly shocked by what happened, and yes sympathy was unbounded for the tragedy, but no one really heard details everyday, and there was a definite disconnect in understanding the severity of the situation, in my opinion.  The same is true for other newsworthy events nationwide, and perhaps globally. When planes crash in India, economic crises hit Greece, hurricanes strike in New Orleans, terrorists fail to explode a car in Times Square, or even an oil spill occurs in the Gulf of Mexico, we see a snippet or a sound clip, but we don’t really feel it here in Arizona. I don’t really feel it here in Arizona.

Let’s take the oil spill. We hear it on the news, in the paper, online, everywhere, but there’s no real connection between us and the spill. All I hear is politics – words. This person accusing that one of lack of action, that one claiming it’s Obama’s “Katrina,” and some other dolt claiming to have experience that she/he doesn’t have. It’s so contrived by the media whores. There are numbers and statistics, but the entire situation has been so oversaturated that it’s lost all meaning for me. I feel completely isolated from it.

In New York,  I felt more invested in the outcome of the ordeal than I am here.  Maybe, aside from location, it’s also due to the type of communities that surround us. In NY, I felt like I was part of a community – lots of different people from various backgrounds going through the day together in the subway, the bus, or on the streets. I felt invested in humanity, so to speak. Here, we don’t talk to our neighbors, or bump into each other on the street. We drive everywhere, run into our homes to hide from the furnace outside, and don’t really interact. Our friends live miles away, and we usually can’t get there without driving. The culture of the state is to enclose each of us in an air-conditioned bubble for six months out of the year. So how can we expect to feel personally connected to events occuring around the country and the world?

I don’t know how to fix this, to be honest. It’s an easy bubble to get trapped in – any ideas?

What do YOU think about this bubble? Can you relate, or am I only speaking for myself?