esquire.com – Charles P. Pierce
I honestly don’t know what to write about the attacks of September 11, 2001 anymore. Every year, the anniversary of the actual attacks comes along and, every year, it seems, the actual event has morphed—or, more accurately, it has been converted—into something else entirely. And the sad, lasting legacy of that day 14 years ago today, and of all the different things that have been made of it since then, is that it is the day that America finally went mad.
One example. This week, they finally opened the 9/11 Memorial in Shanksville, Pennsylvania, where United 93 went down after the passengers attempted to retake a plane from one set of hijackers. By all accounts, it is a moving tribute to those brave souls who, unlike the president and vice-president at the time, saw the danger of al Qaeda and tried to do something about it. But it took so long to build it and to open it at least partly because it became a focal point for the madness that overcame America after the planes all crashed, a totem for all the fear and frenzy that the events of that day had unleashed. The country lost its mind and hasn’t entirely found it again.