I was seventeen years old when the Twin Towers fell, in the last year of my secondary education. I was sitting in front of an iMac managing a stock portfolio of 100,000 imaginary dollars. It was 8:45 in the morning, and my economics class had reserved the computer lab at Corcoran Library of Boston College High School. I was looking at Yahoo Finance for stock tips, and my partner for the Stock Market Game was reading CNN.com, trying to translate news stories into investments.
Minutes after the first plane flew into the North Tower, it was on his screen. It must have been a computer malfunction, we thought, a tragic accident. The Y2K hysteria was still fresh on our minds, and it was probably this that led everybody (at least every seventeen-year-old in the computer lab) instantly to such a conclusion. When the second plane crashed into the South Tower about fifteen minutes later, we thought no differently. The machines were clearly out of control. There was never a grounding in reality. There was never a grand realization. We were all living in a fantasy world created by the mass media; a world which we didn't know would become even more fantastic. We were the quintessential children of the nineties: breakfast, school, football practice, dinner, homework, AIM, Napster, bed, breakfast, school, football practice, dinner, homework, AIM, Napster, bed...
I'm twenty-six now, and for the past nine years my generation has largely continued to stand on the sidelines and watch a public conversation which seems incoherent. From our sheltered, privileged, structured childhoods we were suddenly and viscerally exposed to a destabilizing truth. We suspect that there may be something fundamentally odd and wrong about what happened on September 11th, 2001; and we suspect that there may be something fundamentally odd and wrong about what has happened since; but the world of the War on Terror and the USAPATRIOT Act is all we really know as adults, so we wonder if it isn't perhaps the way things have always been, or whether it is simply beyond our control. Hence the existential dread.
During our university years, we were called out by old left culture warriors for being apathetic and indifferent, privileged and selfish; but I prefer to think the information generation is simply collecting information to use when it's our turn to build a better world. Here is some of that information vis-a-vis September 11th, 2001.
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