When I Don’t Enjoy Being Right
Wednesday, March 26th, 2008This morning, I was attempting to research something in some old emails around the time I got married (2001), and I happened upon an email to my friend Toby on 2001-09-12, the day after the bombing of the World Trade Center. At the time, people considered my views to be unnecessarily pessimistic and paranoid. I even got into an argument with one of my relatives at the rehearsal dinner for my sister’s wedding about this very topic. In retrospect, I feel a certain amount of validation:
I’m frightened for a lot of reasons, dude. First, I’m scared shitless that Bush v2.0 is going to lead us headlong into a needless war. Open declaration of war on terrorist (again I can’t help but wonder who would get to define who are “terrorists”) groups/countries would only invite further strikes on American soil. That means either one of two very bad things would happen. Either (1) Americans are either forced or voluntarily decide to give up certain civil liberties that we have previously enjoyed thereby giving our federal government even more control, or (2) We continue with business as usual allowing those who are careless about security measures to give anyone with nefarious intent the perfect opportunity to do whatever the Hell they wish. I don’t honestly know which would scare me more — probably the former but the latter isn’t a much more comforting alternative.
It sure looks like we took option one full force. And later in the same email…
I know that I’m really really terrified that this is going to set race relations in this country back by twenty years. I mean, the government and media started pointing fingers within *hours* of the attack — long before any sort of proper investigation could have been carried out. This whole thing feels less like a crime investigation and more like the scene in Monty Python and the Holy Grail where they’re talking about burning the witch. It feels like McCarthy searching for Communist leanings in people who were never a threat to anyone’s national security. I’m terribly afraid that the less enlightened people in our country will start to discriminate/lash out against Muslim people and even those who are just of Middle Eastern/Arabic decent. I’ve heard the term “towel head” way too often in the past thirty-something hours, man — and not just from the native redneck communities of the American Deep South. I’ve heard that term on national media talk and call-in shows. And that scares me shitless.
I’m betting that my friend Jen would agree that the italicized portion of that text has certainly come to pass.