Matt Cooper is getting some attention for the following tweet today:
It feels a bit like 9/11 on Martha’s Vineyard. End-of-summer weather is achingly beautiful but the mood is melancholy because of Teddy.
He later dialed it back a bit.
Didn’t mean to equate Teddy’s death with the murders of 9/11. Only meant small similarity: beautiful weather, tragic feel.
The comparison seems much more than odd to me. It is foreign, almost obscene. I assumed all Americans felt as I did on 9/11 and it was a feeling I assumed none of us (except those living when Pearl Harbor was bombed) had ever felt before or since.
Tragic is not the word that comes to mind. I remember being stunned seeing the second plane fly into the Towers, and horrified when they later came crashing down with thousands inside them, and fearful hearing a plane hit the Pentagon and another came down in Pennsylvania. I remember wondering how many more planes were out there, when we would be hit again, what we were going to do to go after those responsible and how we could ever hope to prevent it from happening again. Later that day and in the days following, I remember feeling overwhelming grief for men, women and children I had never met.
At least knowing that was not the way all Americans felt that day explains a lot about what has happened over the past eight years. I know many on the left must feel somewhat like those of us on the right felt when Reagan died. That is not how I feel about Kennedy’s death, but it makes sense that those on the left would feel that way. But that feeling is nothing like what I felt on 9/11. I can’t think of any other day that I felt what I did on that day.
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