I was torn on what to write today, what image to create for my post, and how to express the mixture of grief and anger, love and memory that has hit me this weekend. And here we are, Monday.
My eldest grandchildren (twin boys) will mark their twenty-first birthday by the end of September. One of them is active Navy. And it’s hard to realize that these young men were born after 9/11/2001. They’ll have as an emotional connection to the event as I do to Pearl Harbor.

Have I no emotions about Pearl Harbor? Not at all. I’ve stories from my own family of what they remember of that dark day in December and how the war years affected them and the country. Visiting the Arizona Memorial in Hawaii was a very emotionally moving experience, too.

But it didn’t take long after 9/11 for our Betters (and they are very loud in proclaiming themselves as our moral superiors) started undermining our reactions, decrying the proliferation of American flags, the public displays of patriotism and, of course, that the deplorables in flyover country would have any sincere sympathy for the victims in NYC was nothing but a sick joke.

As the years have distanced us from that act of evil, the drumbeat to bleed all the color from the event, to wring out the details and level out the differences between acts of evil and heroic responses has done little more than grown.

Two years ago, Virginia’s Department of Education subjected its teachers to a 2-hour training video to woke-wash 9/11.

The video training advised teachers to avoid the ‘false assumption of Muslim responsibility for 9/11,’ anti-Muslim rhetoric, analyses of US foreign policies, and American exceptionalism

. Then just last year, the twin sisters of Leftwing mendouchious twatwafflery, Hillary and VP Roundheels, used 9/11 to tar the GOP as fascists as dangerous as the Muslim somebodies who did something on 9/11.

In the wake of the iconoclasm of the last few years — and we’ve gone from Confederate statues to the removal of the Founding Fathers, should we not be concerned about the deliberate hollowing out of 9/11? Especially as we now have a generation of young adults either too young to remember or born after the event?

I fly my flag today, I pray for the families whose wounds will never heal. And I promise to pass on my memories of where I was and what I was doing when the planes hit the World Trade Center.

But right now we are at the cusp of losing this Republic and with it, all the history that will be at odds with our new masters’ revision.

I wonder what I will be writing on the 23rd anniversary of 9/11.

featured image, original artwork by Darleen Click