September 11, 2008
Seven years ago today, I reached the top of the Passaic River span of the Pulaski Skyway and saw a long plume of smoke trailing from one of the World Trade Center towers. It was a beautifully clear, wonderfully crisp fall day: there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, the water on the bay sparkled, and the smoke of burning people and building seemed to stretch as far as the Verrazano Narrows Bridge.
Like a lot of other people, I thought the enormity of what happened would mean a radical change in the way the government and people would act. Like a lot of other people, I was dead wrong. For George W. Bush and his cronies, it was just another political day, and they’ve been milking it — and us — ever since.