Darkness and Light:
Great rememberance of September 11 from Bazima.
I keep meaning to write something about that morning here in DC, but haven’t found the heart of it. It’s not just September 11 — my world has been akilter since then. I knew — not “knew well”, but “friend-of-friend” knew, two people in the World Trade Center, one of whom didn’t make it out. Two months later a close friend of mine was murdered in her sleep by an unknown assailant (still at large). The following month one of my former students and her two children were murdered by her husband. The following month I changed careers. The following month my father had a major stroke and twice nearly died.
They’re all unrelated events, but most days I can’t seem to separate them. It’s all part of an ugly, sad tapestry.