"Dead or Alive". This was the rally cry of a generation. A call to arms that signaled the coming of a new world that no one at the time could have imagined existed. I was 13 years when I watched as the towers fall. A surreal experience even to this day. Right on the precipice of adolescence, and yet still not old enough to be considered to have a valid opinion. Those of my age group were expected to understand the grave nature of the circumstances, and yet we could do nothing about it. We were reminded that we were just a few years away from adulthood and that there was an enemy out there that wanted us dead. That’s when the anxiety began. The following years saw a growth in the government, the military and the polarization of our country. After all, if you weren’t for getting the terrorists you might as well have been one right? Any funding needed, any amount of troops was necessary, because our freedom was at stake. The axis of evil was named, and it was at that point that we all knew this was a war that could never end. Not when there was so much evil in the world. No, it was our responsibility, just as it always has been to save the world. But it would ultimately come at a price. When would the next attack be? Where would they hit us next? I was still a few years from being able to drive, would I even be able to? Two years later we were in Iraq, they were next on the list and we knew for certain that they had chemical weapons. They were after our freedom . 9th grade civics taught us that. We watched news clips that showed the pictures of their weapons factories. We witnessed Colin Powell address congress on the need to strike. He was one of the highest ranking officers in the nation, how could he possibly lie? And if Saddam wasn’t planning on attacking then why wouldn’t he let the UN inspectors in? What was he hiding? His plan to attack us must have been true. Years passed, no attack ever happened, but it still might. We had a close call with that shoe bomber. But that didn’t really seem to be quite on the same level of coordination… still he sympathized with al quaeda, that was enough to prove that they were still out there. And then the lies started to come out. Iraq had nothing to do with anything. The Taliban was never connected. Maybe those weren’t weapons trucks being moved into Syria. What? How is that possible? We saw the photos. This was reality. We weren’t children when this happened, we were already hitting our teen years, we knew better than the little kids did, they didn’t understand. But us, we did. And now you tell us that our reality is a fabrication. A necessary step into the new world? What is the truth? Was there ever any to begin with?
As I watch around me I see those who were children when this all happened entering into their own adulthood. They are no longer the like kids that needed to be sheltered, but in the same vein they don’t understand. They were there but not at the same time. Naive, hopeful and wonderful in all their narcissism. The selfie generation. Completely content to broadcast their entire lives for all the world to see. Always being tracked, always being distracted by social networks, and always being completely unaware of that secret enemy that haunts so many of us in that tiny microcosm of the millennial generation. There aren’t too many of us, but we exist. And we are forever suffering the memories of that Tuesday morning. Reality for us was never the lovely, distancing, inanity of those lucky enough to have tumblr growing up instead of xanga. I’m still not entirely sure how to use it. No, our reality is unknown. What is the truth? We probably will never know. But we can be sure that we are just cogs in this machine that has happened. Even now I’m posting this on a social network site that I know will probably never be seen. And I know there is no point to having Facebook, or Twitter, or Instagram, but I still do…why? Maybe it’s because of the smug satisfaction I get from reading people’s “stupid posts” knowing that I must be so much better than them. Yea, I’m a real Julius Caesar aren’t I?
If there is one thing I know, it’s that I will continue to use these sites, begrudgingly, and for no real purpose. How I wish I could be unaware. If I was born a couple of years later I could just be plagued with malignant narcissism rather than anxiety and paranoia.
Be grateful for your lot Generation Selfie…I wish I could be one of you but I am not. I am apart of a group far more neurotic and jaded. A group who feels they will never really fit in to one particular category and yet can play the part so well. We are Generation Terror