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Sunday, May 30, 2004

Not Us  

Bill Whittle's sadly necessary restatement, spoken slowly for those who have difficulties with clarity:
9/11 was never about what we have done. 9/11 was an attack on Who. We. Are.
Even that is too much about us. 9/11 was never about us at all. 9/11 was an attack on Who They Are Not.

Except, as a pre-shaven Mohammed Atta demonstrated at that Florida strip club, They Are. And lacking either the sacrament of reconciliation or the insights of therapy, Islam must unrelentingly struggle inwardly or project the evil outward, to be righteously destroyed.

Like many, I have long been troubled by the morally obtuse term "suicide bomber," since the point is always to take as many others as possible along, but there's a deep truth here that makes it chillingly accurate. There is a despair and a self-hatred so profound that it reaches out to drag the rest of the world down with it. Chesterton says
The man who kills a man, kills a man. The man who kills himself, kills all men; as far as he is concerned he wipes out the world. ... There is not a tiny creature in the cosmos at whom his death is not a sneer.
No one and no thing can drive someone to this condition, anti-Zionists to the contrary. But this self-hatred, this aggrieved abasement, can be culturally enabled and even nurtured by those who intend to use it as a weapon.

posted by Kelly | 3:53 PM link
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