Things Ain’t Like They Used to Be– The Black Keys
Unless you were drunk or under a boulder you knew that yesterday marked the tenth anniversary of the second attack on the World Trade Center. Nine-eleven by all accounts was a horrible day. I choose to write about the tenth anniversary on September 12th, 2011 because sometimes you don’t get the full scope of the previous days events until the morning after. Whether it’s a tragedy, a hangover, or a terrible day at work sometimes hindsight is helpful.
On September 12th, 2001 it became clear to me, most of America, and the world that things ain’t like they used to be. Everyday aspects of American life changed in a matter of 24 hours. Civil discourse and feelings of safety went out of the window. Watching and listening to the reactions of my countrymen the next day I was both impressed by how many of us came together and shocked by the lack of civility that was shown. Tragedy is like that- It brings out the best in some of us and amplifies the worst in others. Our dysfunction was put on full display. Making Floyd Mayweather’s family look oh so, normal.
“Everyone has a plan ’till they get punched in the mouth.”
The reflections of 9/12/2011 allowed me compare America to a heavyweight fighter. Every since September 2nd, 1945 America dominated its weight class. We had some missteps along the way but Uncle Sam was the bull of the woods. As a fighter America got fat, lazy, and complacent. The talent remained but on Nine-eleven we took two punches to the face and tasted our own blood in our mouths for the first time in a long time. With that we realized that we weren’t so invincible anymore.
September 12, 2001 was just like December 8th, 1941-both dates offered time for some clearer thoughts. Both allowed us to calm down a little. Both also allowed us to begin to move forward. What a decade?
Things surely ain’t like they used to be.
Vaya con Dios.
Check out these other posts about Nine-eleven:
Nick over at A Girl Called Nick
Keisha Brown show’s a Canadian perspective over at Four Page Letter
The Champ reflects on his thought at Very Smart Brothas.