Tuesday, May 20, 2014
The Worst Day Of My Life Is Now New York’s Hottest Tourist Attraction. It is amazing to me that a horror that stunned the world so quickly transformed into a political tool. The mental image of the man who had just stolen an election on the smoldering charnel pit with his bullhorn makes me want to puke, and that was just the beginning.Some sort of memorial had to be erected, I suppose. They couldn't have just left up the chain link fence and the photographs of the missing. Even so, what they have managed to come up with as a monument to a world historical obscenity is an astonishing obscenity in its own right. A gift shop? Paid admission to a mass grave?
"There is no way out until the end, and it’s all so numbing that maybe this is the whole point: The exhibition starts with one shining, unfathomably terrible morning and winds up as all of our lives, as banal and constant as laundry, bottomless. I can feel the sweat that went into making this not seem tacky, of wanting to show respect, but also wanting to show every last bit of carnage and visceral whomp to justify the $24 price of admission — vulgarity with the noblest intentions."
// posted by Bill @ 11:04 AM 
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We read about the opening of the 9/11 Memorial. Then we read that the price of admission was very high and that there is a gift shop that is selling pieces of the rubble. We were appalled. But we didn't shout out our outrage at such a disgraceful exploitation. You have done that- articulately and from your heart. You make us very proud. You are a very good man. Send it to your newspaper, or better yet, to the NYTimes, please!
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