I am weary of commemorating this day.
I am sickened by the exploitation of it by those pandering to constituents (religious or political). I am sad for the ghosts of the dead, who are lumped into a single grim spectre by the media (“those who lost their lives”) and their families, each different and affected in different ways, are one more mass (“those who lost a loved one”) to be resurrected annually to keep the emotions fresh. We pick at the scab, lest it heal, and we lose our appetite for war and fear. (more…)
