This piece at the Neo-Neocon Blog is short, brilliant and powerful. It is a simple message. It is about being wrong:
I remember one of those original blogs had a joke that amused me mightily at the time. It went something like this: Hey, I think I know what’s wrong. We thought it was 9/11/2001, but actually we got the year backwards; it was really 1002.
The idea was that progress was an illusion, and that somehow through some terrible time warp or wormhole we’d been catapulted to the Middle Ages, or what used to be called the Dark Ages.
That was a joke, but not really a joke either. I’ve had occasion to think of it many times since. It seems to be a common thought among people who live in times of jarring transition.
Please read the whole thing, then think about it. A lot.
This week marks the 70th anniversary of the liberation of the Auschwitz death camp. Our President didn't bother to attend because after all, they were only Jews. I went to Auschwitz not because I wanted to, but because I felt like I had to. I needed to touch the boxcars with my own hands; stand in the gas chamber as if I could read the scratches on the walls; if I could stand beneath those guard towers and explain why the rights we have as Americans are important; if I could change one mind, it would be worth it. The camps will haunt my nightmares until I die.
And like Neo-Neocon, I wonder what else I'm wrong about.