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When a tragedy happens to a person or a group of people, in retrospect what they want to remember about those victims. Case in point: My father was junkie who died of cirrhosis of the liver and ofetn acted terribly and neglected my needs as a child because of his drug habit. After he died, my mother refused to hear a bad word about him. If I point out some terrible thing he did, she gets really angry. He was a saint to her and she's still in mourning ten years after he died. However, I'd rather remember him as a person who embodied both bad and good qualities. After all, he was just human, like everyone...but in my mother's eyes he has taken on a saintly glow after his death. She won't even concede that he was a junkie.
I think this kinda the same thing that happened to people after 9/11; their sense of judgement got a little screwy because of a major tragedy. Around March of 2002 I was getiing really tired of hearing about "heroes" invlolved in 9/11, as if the firefighters who lost their lives weren't just flesh and blood people, but somehow superhuman, blameless, holy creatures. We shouldn't forget that those who died in the attacks on the WTC were just there to do their jobs. There weren't the frontline of a new war. They didn't die "for their country," they died because a plane crashed into a building.
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