BALM IN CANADA – 9/11

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I WAS IN NEW YORK THAT DAY – watched the Towers from my apartment. I could go on, but given where these 14 years have led me, I’d like to say something about what happened a few days later.

9/11/2001 was a Tuesday, and by week’s end I was in Montreal, traveling there by train. The hotel was close by McGill University, and my room overlooked its football stadium. An Alouettes’ game was about to kickoff, and I was startled when the announcer asked the crowd to join in singing, “God Bless America.” It was a big crowd, and not only did they sing, they stood to do so. Every verse.

Tears well up as I write this now; in the hotel that day, I wept.

People tend to underestimate what even small gestures can mean to the grieving. But this wasn’t small, nor merely a gesture. A decade and a half hence, I still can’t express how precious it was, and is, to me.

It went like that for the week I was there. Nearly every time someone asked where I was from, no sooner were the words, “New York City,” out of my mouth than the convention of such occasions instantly fell. Invariably, the person would look into my eyes and, with palpable sincerity, offer a version of “I am so sorry.” Often a hand would extend in an instinctive contact of compassion.

In those moments, with words unable to pass the knot in my throat, I could do little more than nod with gratitude.

All too quickly, we “recovered” from the grief that, like a balm, softened and soothed our common coarseness, and today we’re more fractious and inflamed, than on 9/11 Eve.

“Proud to be an American” has long-seemed a poor way to put what is true for me – and hopefully most: I am grateful to be an American – one born and raised in New York City to boot.

These days I live in Canada – another fact I report not with pride, but thanksgiving.

More than a few Canadians of my acquaintance like talking smack about their Southern Cousin. I prefer to view it as a kind of sport. And yet, I fear that, over time, it could become a habit. And a habit, once ingrained, can be hard to break. Can, in fact, become a hardness in itself.

On this anniversary, I mourn an obscenity that’s proven an ominous turning point. I remember also a candle – burning bright on the altar of my heart – and the Canadians whose kindness lit it.

– by tim kelleher 9/11/2015

2 thoughts on “BALM IN CANADA – 9/11

  1. I m sure there is no hate or dislike between USA and Canada, generally . It is like we are Canadian not american.Who likes very much , overweingly neighbours who is bigger , stronger maybe richer. This countries are living peacefully together for a longtime and I’m sure forever.Everything is OK .Sometimes they joke around. Thanks

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