{"id":5345,"date":"2010-09-11T00:04:44","date_gmt":"2010-09-11T04:04:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/?p=5345"},"modified":"2010-09-11T10:45:52","modified_gmt":"2010-09-11T14:45:52","slug":"nine-years-on","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/2010\/09\/11\/nine-years-on\/","title":{"rendered":"Nine years on"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Video by James Lileks<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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But every so often — every week, really — I remember the event in some odd echo of the emotions I felt on September 11. It might be the closing credit music of a BBC comedy, or an old movie about New York, or driving past a building designed by the architect of the WTC, or just standing in the spot where I stood when I saw the towers fall. Or more: for God\u2019s sake, the Gallery of Regrettable Food\u2019s publication date was 9\/11; half the time I look at the book on the shelf I recall being in the shower, thinking of the interviews I had lined up, turning off the water and hearing Peter Jennings on the radio, wondering why they were replaying tape of the 91 attack on the towers. I remember what Natalie was doing — a happy toddler, she was digging through her box of toys and handing me a phone with a smile as bright as the best tomorrow you could imagine. I remember Jasper on his back, whining, unsure. I remember these things because I picked up my camera and filmed them, because this was a day unlike any other. Today I answered the phone in the same spot where I stood when I called my Washington bureau, told them I\u2019d be rewriting the column — obviously — and wished them well. They were four blocks from the White House. Impossible not to imagine the Fail-Safe squeal on the other end of the line.<\/p>\n

On the Hewitt show tonight I started talking about 9\/11, and my mouth overran my head, because somewhere down there is a core of anger that hasn\u2019t diminished a joule. This doesn\u2019t mean anything, by itself — anger is an emotion that believes its justification is self-evident by its very existence. Passion is not an argument; rage is not a plan. But as the years go by I find myself as furious now as I was furious then — and no less unmanned by the sight of the planes and the plumes. Once a year I watch the thing I cobbled together from the footage I Tivo\u2019d, and the day is bright and real and true again.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Update<\/b>: How Twitter can be almost poetry<\/a>. Disturbing, yet moving.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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