Epitaph for Another September 11

[xchrom]

http://www.thenation.com/article/163056/epitaph-another-september-11

That September 11, that lethal Tuesday morning, I awoke with dread to the sound of planes flying above my house. When, an hour later, I saw smoke billowing from the center of the city, I knew that life had changed for me, for my country, forever.

It was September 11, 1973, and the country was Chile and the armed forces had just bombed the presidential palace in Santiago as the first stage of a coup against the democratically elected government of Salvador Allende. By the end of the day, Allende was dead and the land where we had sought a peaceful revolution had been turned into a slaughterhouse. It would be almost two decades, most of which I spent in exile, before we defeated the dictatorship and recovered our freedom.

Twenty-eight years after that fateful day in 1973, on another September 11, also a Tuesday morning, it was the turn of another city that was equally mine to be attacked from on high, it was another sort of terror that rained down, but again my heart filled with dread, again I confirmed that nothing would ever be the same, not for me, not for the world. It was not the history of one homeland that would be affected, not one people who would endure the consequences of fury and hatred, but the entire planet.

For the past ten years, I have puzzled about this juxtaposition of dates; I cannot get it out of my head that there is some sort of meaning hidden behind or inside the coincidence. It is possible that my obsession is the result of having been a resident of both countries at the precise time of each onslaught, of the circumstance that those two assaulted cities constitute the twin cornerstones of my hybrid identity. Because I grew up as a child learning English in New York and spent my adolescence and young adulthood falling in love with Spanish in Santiago, because I am as much American as I am Latin American, I can’t help taking the parallel destruction of the innocent lives of my compatriots personally, hoping that lessons may arise out of the pain and smoldering confusion.

[Eddie Haskell]

1. Wes Clark on the PNAC coup

http://www.gilad.co.uk/writings/wes-clark-americas-foreign-policy-coup.html

[Politicalboi]

2. September 11th 1941

Ground breaking ceremony at the Pentagon. Who'd a thunk it. September 11th 2001 4 planes crash, but not one seat is shown anywhere. And I mean anywhere.
Show this truther wrong and shut me up. 800 seats to choose from. This is not a direct request for the poster, just anyone here. Show us sections of seats or just one. DNA and passport survives, why not seats? On impact some seats should have been blown into the streets of NY. Someone would have taken a picture or video of them, or it. No seats on the Pentagon lawn, or surrounding Shanksville crash. 800 seats magically disappear. No seats in any of the pictures from Shanksville of the debris. Is that possible? Could they ALL have burned up? All 800 of them? What are the chances of that?

[Eddie Haskell]

3. Maybe they were destroyed by the flying passports.

Like the rabbit in the Holy Grail.