September, 2001, was a tumultuous month for my family. We’d sold our Orange County condo, the only home our children had ever known, and on Labor Day moved into a rented townhouse in Burbank, California. The next day I would begin teaching filmmaking at the L.A. Film Studies Center, in the shadow of the Warner Brothers water tower.
The heart of the school was the Media Room with its curtain-cloth couches and theater-sized TV. It was there that the students coffeed each morning. The screen was always on, usually playing someone’s favorite movie. But for some reason, when I walked in on September 11th it was fixed on the New York World Trade Center. A newscaster was recapping the tragic airliner “accident” that had occurred. But then, as we watched, unable to process what we were seeing, a second jet crashed into the other tower. And then, like a special effect from one of the movies we studied, the towers fell.
Four days later, my wife and I celebrated our anniversary at a restaurant overlooking the smoggy bedspread of the San Fernando Valley. In another four days, my wife’s father would pass away suddenly and unexpectedly.
Nothing seemed certain anymore. Before 9/11 we’d fallen, as people always do, into merely living. 9/11 reminded us, as death always does, that life must not be taken for granted. By 9/12 we were remembering what life was for again.
We mustn’t forget 9/11, but neither must we live there. 9/11 was about death. 9/12 is about life. To live in 9/11 is to honor the killers who carved the date into our hearts, to focus, like them, on revenge and on eliminating our enemies. But enemies can never be eliminated because…
The very act of eliminating enemies always creates new ones. Always. It’s a hideously efficient birthing process. Don’t get me wrong. I believe in protecting the innocent, and that saving lives sometimes requires taking lives. But even in this course of action…
May we be the offspring of 9/12, not 9/11. May the world see that we are about life, not death, on an errand of mercy, not the fool’s errand of “eliminating our enemies.”
The perpetrators of 9/11 were about death.
Let us be about life.