Sunday, September 11, 2011

On September 11

I was going to try to write something in commemoration, but Paul Krugman did it better than I ever could. As J said, "almost poetry."

But the worst, worst, most appalling media event immediately after the bombing was the first 60 Minutes after the bombing. In one segment a woman whose husband was almost assuredly killed was, with her extended family, walking the streets of New York, posting flyers, checking with hospitals, accosting strangers, hoping against hope that somehow her husband had survived. It was sad, and I was weepy. The very next segment was one encouraging us to go shopping. Yeah, shopping.

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