My memories of September 11, 2001 aren’t nearly that dramatic . I was already openly facing the wrath of my “true” congregation (the people actually in control) and their poison was spreading. I’m sure I mentioned the attack in worship; I know I wrote about it in the church newsletter. I wrote a lot in that newsletter; writing is one of my strongest forms of communication. That, too, was used against me in the end. Either way, the congregation evinced little interest, and seemed to count it against me that I showed any.21 years ago this morning dad was getting a triple bypass, first surgery of the day. Sat with him at dawn in prep room and joked around. Then as they took him to surgery, walked into waiting room with tv blaring and watched it all happen with other stunned families of patients.
— RegroupingHat (@Popehat) September 11, 2022
All to say we had our own concerns, and my congregation was old (older on average than I am now), New York City was practically a foreign country, (my favorite line in “Greater Tuna” is the news report of a nuclear plant meltdown and the cloud of toxic gas flowing from it into neighboring states. “Texas not included!” the radio announcer declares triumphantly as he slams down the news copy and says no more about it. True to life, that is.) and mostly they were just too old to care (I understand that better, now). So they didn’t, and more local traumas overwhelmed the national one so far away.
That, at least, is my prevailing memory of it. Now I know there were parochial reactions elsewhere, too:
The claim was, of course, as false as it was crass. https://t.co/du06m16gHe
— George Conway🌻 (@gtconway3d) September 11, 2022
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