The Metropolitan Museum of Art’s “911 Peace Story Quilt”
Mark Steyn rants understandably enough at the Saturnalia of Snivelling on the part of our wiser and better fellow countrymen belonging to the urban arts and political communities occasioned by the 10th Anniversary of the Islamic Terrorist Attacks of September 11, 2001.
Aside from firemen, Mayor Bloombergâ€™s official commemoration hasnâ€™t got any room for clergy, either, what with all Executive Deputy Assistant Directors of Healing and Outreach whoâ€™ll be there. One reason why thereâ€™s so little room at Ground Zero is because itâ€™s still a building site. As I write in my new book, 9/11 was something Americaâ€™s enemies did to us; the 10-year hole is something we did to ourselves â€“ and, in its way, the interminable bureaucratic sloth is surely as eloquent as anything Nanny Bloomberg will say in his remarks.
In Shanksville, Pa., the zoning and permitting processes are presumably less arthritic than in Lower Manhattan, but the Flight 93 memorial has still not been completed. There were objections to the proposed â€œCrescent of Embraceâ€ on the grounds that it looked like an Islamic crescent pointing towards Mecca. The defense of its designers was that, au contraire, itâ€™s just the usual touchy-feely huggy-weepy pansy-wimpy multiculti effete healing diversity mush. It doesnâ€™t really matter which of these interpretations is correct, since neither of them has anything to do with what the passengers of Flight 93 actually did a decade ago. 9/11 was both Pearl Harbor and the Doolittle Raid rolled into one, and the fourth flight was the only good news of the day, when citizen volunteers formed themselves into an ad hoc militia and denied Osama bin Laden what might have been his most spectacular victory. A few brave individuals figured out what was going on and pushed back within half-an-hour. But we canâ€™t memorialize their sacrifice within a decade. And when the architect gets the memorial brief, he naturally assumes thereâ€™s been a typing error and that â€œLetâ€™s roll!â€ should really be â€œLetâ€™s roll over!â€
And so we commemorate an act of war as a â€œtragic event,â€ and we retreat to equivocation, cultural self-loathing, and utterly fraudulent misrepresentation about the events of the day. In the weeks after 9/11, Americans were enjoined to ask â€œWhy do they hate us?â€ A better question is: â€œWhy do they despise us?â€ And the quickest way to figure out the answer is to visit the Peace Quilt and the Wish Tree, the Crescent of Embrace and the Hole of Bureaucratic Inertia.
Donald Trump is basically an idiot, but he is not a pretentious ass, so even he could see that what real leadership would have done in response to the 9/11 attacks’ destruction of New York City’s World Trade Center Towers. Real leadership would have commenced immediately on rebuilding exactly the same buildings at the identical site and location, and would have grasped the symbolic importance of putting them back up as quickly as possible, only one story taller.
Real leadership obviously didn’t, and doesn’t, exist in New York City and New York State, only obfuscating, obstructing, hot air and sanctimony and conformity producing anti-leadership. Ten years have gone by, and replacement buildings are not up yet. They have instead created an amazing anti-monument to ruin and destruction with two deep water-filled holes occupying the actual former locations of the towers. I think one deep, useless, water-filled hole must be taken to symbolize the void where the intelligence of the city, state, and regional leadership ought to have been, and the second void must represent their missing masculine qualities, the absent courage, flair, and instinctive spirit of defiance of the same: one hole symbolizes their lack of brains, the other their lack of balls.