As a Canadian, How I Remember

I remember waking inexplicably with a jolt at 5:45am PST.
As a child of the ’70s, in hindsight I’d now describe the jolt as “a disturbance in the Force.”
Something seemed wrong, deeply and pervasively wrong, but I didn’t know what.
I shrugged and got out of bed. I brewed the coffee, amazed at the deceptively silent and beautiful dawn rising outside. At about 6, I sat on the balcony, enjoying my coffee, taking in the warm, gorgeous September morning.
At the time, I had no cable TV. In 2001, the web wasn’t as accessibly streaming news like it does today, and I wasn’t tethered to things like I am these days.
Then, I had no idea our lives had all been altered in the preceding moments.
I showered and headed to work.
There, coworkers told me what happened:

Two planes, two towers, untold thousands of civilians, utter chaos.

The second tower had only collapsed about 30 minutes before I got in.
The significance hit me squarely. “This changes everything,” I muttered.
My coworker Leslie nodded, saying that, in less than an hour, the world her 5-year-old son would grow up in had changed forever.

***

I often forget that morning now, when the words “9/11” flash past in conversation or print.
I forget the fear, the uncertain future, the heartbreak. I often forget it all.
Now, “9/11” is not so much a tragedy that changed my perspective on the world as it seems to be a code for the politicization of ideals that polarize the Right & Left.
“You’re with us or you’re against us” were the words that soon would divide us all, months down the line, as 9/11 became a vehicle for political divide at home in America, and also became an ethnocentric push of the “American way” versus the world’s.

***

But, on September 12th, 2001, I considered myself not Canadian, but “small-N north AMERICAN.”
I wanted to get The Fuckers. I wanted bloodshed for my American friends.
I wanted to help, I wanted to pray, I wanted a million things — I wanted anything but to ever again see the image of people jumping from burning buildings to a certain but faster and simpler death, or that horrible mushrooming cloud covering city streets in dust and decay.

***

Somehow, in the months that followed 9/11, we lost the brief  closeness it brought us.
We lost the “we’re in this together” feeling that came immediately with the attack. We lost the reminder of how important community and camaraderie were.

***

I remember those early days, though.
There was a moment on the evening of September 11th when I was just stunned to hear laughter trickling down the street as young children jumped rope and rode donuts on their bikes. It seemed odd to me that happiness could be found anywhere in the world on a day like that.
I thought, in children’s laughter, innocence lives on. Maybe it could come back.
We still thought there were maybe 40,000 or more casualties that day. How could there not be? Well, the simple matter of the attack happening before 9, that’s how there could be less.
And thank the powers that be, too, that the terrorists didn’t time it “better” for the arrival of workers. After all, “maximum casualties” is their credo.
Still, as I fell into the endless loop of videos on the news, it seemed like happiness and hope died that day.
I remember going to bed on September 11th, at a loss for where my place in the world was.
Who was this evil, where would they strike, when would this end, why did they hate us, what did they pray for —  all these questions raced through me.
I felt like a zombie for days — listening to the radio, waiting to see how America would really respond, what the global fallout was going to be.
Like most Canadians, I knew already:
“We’re in it with you, wherever you go, if it’s to get the fuckers who did this, we’re in — lock and fuckin’ load, motherfucker.”

***

And Canada’s always been in it against Bad Fuckers with our buddies, the Yanks.
We’ve really stuck it out in Afghanistan. We’ve had a strong troop presence since Day One. We’re still there. It’s our way of life that was attacked that day, too. Canada had a lot of Canadians in those towers.
But, down south, with our good friends, the post-9/11 stance got murky and somehow the parties decided it was time to use 9/11’s attack for political means.
Somewhere, the message got lost — the people jumping from those buildings, the aghast onlookers on the street, the chaos and fear, that ALL got lost.
Wrong choices were made.
Wrong alliances formed.
Wrong goals set.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Did what happened in the coming years disrespect those who died that day? Did the politicizing of the horrors take America’s integrity out of those attacks? Did the day itself fall out of relevance in the stupidity that followed?
I used to think so.
I sort of forgot just how deeply 9/11 cut into my soul, how much it hurt me that anyone could have that kind of hatred for a lifestyle that they’d just blindly kill anyone they could.
I sort of forgot how much I learned about life in those days — how kind strangers could be to one another, how alike we all are when we cry and grieve, how strong we could be for those around us, how pivotal being a friend in a time of need could be.
The lessons I learned from 9/11 about the GOOD in each of us are what I want to remember for the rest of my life.
And, to do that, I need to remember how horrible it was for a little while.

***

This morning, I’ve been watching some of a History Channel documentary from 2008, 102 Minutes that Changed The World (aka “…Changed America“, its original USA title).
It’s 9/11 “as it happened” — unnarrated, unadulterated. Just amateur recordings from people on the street in Manhattan when the Towers began coming down, shown minute-for-minute as it happened, from hundreds of perspectives.
My heart’s been in my throat a lot.
Now I remember.
I remember how “tragedy” became redefined for me, and how now I think of heartbreak on a scale of Zero to 10, with 10 being “the big fireman in the street, staring in horror at the World Trade Centre, screaming and crying”.
Definitions of some words were forever altered that day for me, and when I think of some emotions, like “horror” and “fear” and “loss” and “terror”, I flash back to  faces from the news, of people on Manhattan streets, from the coverage that played for weeks following.

***

I don’t know where we are now… whether we’re a better people than we were before 9/11. I’ve disliked so much of what I’ve seen of people’s values in the years since — the forcing of prescribed morality by the Religious Right, the sanctimony of the “true patriot” ultra-conservatives, the horribly bungled military actions, the loss of rights for immigrants, the prejudism, the erosion of the economy.
9/11 transformed so much for us, even in Canada, but the almost-a-decade since has led to dark, dark times in America.
So… where are we now?
With the economy shape-shifting daily, people re-examining their values and material mindsets with an almost-Depression-era austerity, and everything else that’s come in the last decade, I’m hoping we’re in the process of finding who we are, much like Americans did in the late ’40s and ’50s.
I’d like to think what we’re undergoing societally is like spring-cleaning a house. First you got to get it really dirty, tear shit apart, find all yer crap, get rid of it, and then reinvent things from the ground up. Then, you have awesomeness.
If it takes me weeks to do that on the homefront, I can imagine it taking more than a decade for a superpower like the USA to get their shit done. It’s year nine, post-September 11th.
So where are we now? Where is America’s soul today?
I dunno. Somewhere between there and here… and There.
I think that if everyone looked back at the three weeks that followed 9/11, they might start remembering that, somehow, this worst-thing-to-ever-happen-on-American-soil horror managed to, for a very short time, bring out everything that the world sees as being the BEST of what America is.
As September 11th looms, I’d like to remind my American friends that, when the Towers came down, we were with you. When you went to Afghanistan, we were with you.
And when you really need us again, we’ll very likely be with you once again.
But the America we’re with is the America you are when it seems like there’s no hope, the America you are when you rail against evil.
The America we’re with is the one that celebrated the end of whites-only club the night Obama was elected.
The America we’re with is the one that rallied to help its fellow man in the days following Katrina, when the government didn’t even have its act together. It’s also the America that didn’t hesitate to show up first for East Asia’s Tsunami and Haiti’s earthquake, because its people expect nothing less of its government.
The America we’re with is the one that lets all people speak for what they believe in, that celebrates freedom of speech and equality for all, and who stands up for international human rights.
Luckily, most of the time, that’s the America we know & see, too.
Maybe, this week, with 9/11’s anniversary returning, Americans can remember who they were on September 12th, 13th, and the days that followed.
Because the world stood with America for a reason.
The terrorists never won that day, and if we remember who we are, they never will.

5 thoughts on “As a Canadian, How I Remember

  1. Michael

    I sort of forgot just how deeply 9/11 cut into my soul, how much it hurt me that anyone could have that kind of hatred for a lifestyle that they’d just blindly kill anyone they could.

    Only, it never was about “our lifestyle” or “our love for Freedom” or whatever phrase you want to use.
    If you want to put it into one word then you can use the CIA version for it: BLOWBACK
    From Wikipedia:

    Blowback is the espionage term for the violent, unintended consequences of a covert operation that are suffered by the civil population of the aggressor government. To the civilians suffering it, the blowback typically manifests itself as “random” acts of political violence without a discernible, direct cause; because the public—in whose name the intelligence agency acted—are ignorant of the effected secret attacks that provoked revenge (counter-attack) against them. Specifically, blowback denotes the resultant, violent consequences—reported as news fact, by domestic and international mass communications media, when the actor intelligence agency hides its responsibility via media manipulation. Generally, blowback loosely denotes every consequence of every aspect of a secret attack operation, thus, it is synonymous with consequence—the attacked victims’ revenge against the civil populace of the aggressor country, because the responsible politico-military leaders are invulnerable.
    Originally, blowback was CIA internal coinage denoting the unintended, harmful consequences—to friendly populations and military forces—when a given weapon is carelessly used. Examples include anti-Western religious fanatics who, in due course, attack foe and sponsor; right-wing counter-revolutionaries who sell drugs to their sponsor’s civil populace; and banana republic juntas who kill American reporters.
    In formal, print usage, the term blowback first appeared in the Clandestine Service History—Overthrow of Premier Mossadeq of Iran—November 1952–August 1953, the CIA internal history of the US’s 1953 Iranian coup d’état. Alleged examples of blowback include the CIA’s financing and support for Afghan insurgents to fight an anti-Communist proxy guerrilla war against the USSR in Afghanistan; it is claimed[by whom?] that some of the beneficiaries of this CIA support joined al-Qaeda’s terrorist campaign against the United States.
    In the 1980s blowback was a central theme in the legal and political debates about the efficacy of the Reagan Doctrine, which advocated public and secret support of anti-Communist counter-revolutionaries (usually the losers of civil wars). For example, by secretly funding the secret war of the militarily-defeated, right-wing Contras against the left-wing Sandinista government of Nicaragua, which led to the Iran-Contra Affair, wherein the Reagan Administration sold American weapons to US enemy Iran to arm the Contras with Warsaw Pact weapons, and their consequent drug-dealing in American cities. Moreover, in the case of Nicaragua v. United States, the International Court of Justice ruled against the United States’ secret military attacks against Sandinista Nicaragua, because the countries were not formally at war.
    Critics of the Reagan Doctrine note that blowback is inevitable and that such unilateral intervention causes Third World civil wars to expand beyond their borders and risks the long-term safety of Americans who may be killed in the resulting violence. Reagan Doctrine advocates, principally the Heritage Foundation, replied that support for anti-Communists would topple Communist régimes without retaliatory consequences to the United States and help win the global Cold War.

    The real tragedy of 9/11 is that we (as in the West) never stopped and truly asked why. We collectively (and later the US by itself) acted like a school bully, who got kicked in the shin after terrorizing the playyard and in retribution proceeded to beat up half the class to make a statement.
    There were a lot of personal tragedies that day, but the bigger tragedy are the nine years that have followed since.

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  2. Michael

    Blowback is a part of it, yeah, but it’s not the whole deal.

    Of course not, there is more, but it has zilch to do with an attack on “our way of life”. This form of terrorism isn’t an “intellectual debate” that got ouf hand, this action and re-action.

    There’s a lot of stuff that’s never happened as a result of 9/11. This isn’t the week for that conversation.

    That’s a “head in the sand” attitude. If anything this week would be THE reason to discuss why 3000+ people died that day and why several thousand more Western Soldiers died or got maimed in the following wars or why hundreds of thousands if not millions of others have to suffer the consequences of these wars on a daily basis.
    But yes, please, think of the emotions of everybody who watched the events unfold on this day and don’t upset the Apple Cart, we’ve been given an explanation that gives us the comfortable feeling of being the victim of a great injustice, which not only allows us to somewhat understand that day but quite handily gives us a justification for the chaos and mayhem we, through our Governments, brought on millions of people around the world.
    On a more factual note:
    You may want to do some research. Several studies have been done over the last few years looking at who actually are the people that subscribe to Radical Islam and do become terrorists. To your shock most likely it is not the farmer scraping by on a field in nowhere Afghanistan or Iraq that decides to “take it to the enemy”, it is almost always middle class, well educated (mostly Western) men and yes women in their 20s and 30s that seem to be part of these terrorist cells.
    We know very little about the 9/11 hijackers, but they all seem to have hailed from Saud Arabia which is pretty much as “middle class” as you can find in the Middle East and from the few reports out of the flight schools etc. they all seem to have been well educated and fluent in English.
    To start you off, you may want to listen to this report on “The Current” from earlier this week:
    http://www.cbc.ca/thecurrent/2010/09/september-2-2010.html

    Double Lives – Shiraz Maher
    We aired a clip of Khurram Sher, two years ago at the tryouts for season six of Canadian Idol.
    People who know Khurram Sher say that little routine was a hoax … that the exaggerated accent, oversized pakul hat and dated dance moves were a parody created by a doctor and a father of three who speaks English and French fluently.
    But the RCMP says Khurram Sher is part of a terrorist plot. The allegations against him — as well as the two other men arrested last week — have left a lot of people struggling to understand who these men might really be and whether this could be a case of homegrown terrorism.
    Shiraz Maher has his own experience with homegrown extremism. When he was in his 20s, he spent several years as a member of a controversial Islamist group called Hizb ut-Tahrir. The British government keeps the group “under continuous review” because of its extremist views. He left the organization in 2005. And he’s now a Senior Fellow at the International Centre for the Study of Radicalization at King’s College in London, England.
    Double Lives – John Horgan
    In cases of homegrown terrorism, the people involved have to maintain a normal life … hold down a job, form friendships, maybe raise a family. And they have to do that while they cover up their other life … the one steeped in violence and secrecy.
    John Horgan has spent a lot of time talking to people who have done that. He’s a political psychologist at Pennsylvania State University. And some of his work has involved speaking to former members of the provisional IRA or Irish Republican Army. John Horgan was in University Park, Pennsylvania.

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  3. Caveman

    Just wanted to say thanks, Steff. Thanks a LOT. I am a southern border Yank who has never forgotten that Canada has been right there with us since the fan got fertilized, and I am grateful. My oldest son turned 8 years old that day. How do you explain hate like that to a little boy who thought all the world was good and kind? Broke my heart. I remember a short time after it happened, I saw (don’t remember where) a picture a grade-school age canadian girl drew – the Canadian flag, with a maple leaf in the center that was colored like the stars and stripes, rather than red. She said your flag was giving ours a hug. I bawled like a baby when I saw that, and have never forgotten it. Whereever she is now and whatever she’s doing, she’s an angel. You guys are awesome.

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  4. that girl

    as a canadian, i will never forget that day. never. i can remember reading the newspaper, and seeing the photos of all the devestation, firemen carrying young children, folks jumping from buildings and reading the way folks described the sound of the bodies hitting the ground. how bad must it have been to jump. *sigh*.
    i sat on my bed, reading it all, and cried and cried. it seems thats all i could do.
    http://thesocalledconnection.blogspot.com/2010/06/remembering-is-easy-part-june-25-2010.html

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