After attacks, `hero,' `survivor' not just
words
Fred Grimm of the
Miami Herald
Published
Friday, September 21, 2001
Amid the rubble, we've reclaimed
the word “tragedy.”
It no longer applies to the
self-induced drug overdose of a rock
musician. Or to hip-hop
misogynists shot in luxury cars during
internecine gunplay. The
entertainment industry, on Sept. 11, lost
proprietary rights to “national
tragedy.”
We've re-learned the definition of
heroism.
A grotesquely overpaid,
overindulged jock, who might (if the team
publicist arranged for TV
coverage) make a half-hour stop at a
children's hospital, no longer
qualifies. Twenty-five points a game
or 110 yards rushing or 60 home
runs no longer defines “American
hero.”
On Sept. 11, a horrific dose of
reality wrenched control of the
language away from Hollywood and
big-time sports. The trivialized
terminology of a self-absorbed,
celebrity-obsessed culture was
hurriedly retooled for more
serious work.
The thousands who negotiated the stairway down the
smoke-filled core
of the World Trade Center towers
and emerged moments before the
steel buckled and 220 concrete
slabs pancaked into dust and rubble
-- they reclaimed the word
Survivor from CBS. Fear Factor, with
cameras rolling in an environment
of contrived danger, becomes a
vulgarity as we consider the
horror factor of Madeline Amy Sweeney,
the attendant on Flight 11,
describing via cellphone the butchering
by hijackers, then the airplane
veering sharply toward Manhattan.
“I see water and buildings. Oh my
God! Oh my God!”
Calamity and catastrophe and
cataclysm are no longer words just to
be coupled with “special effects”
on a movie poster. And when
American troops brave the
hideously dangerous Hindu Kush mountains
of northern Afghanistan, the
battles and blood and bodies will not
be the purview of video arcades.
Clear Channel Communications sent
out a memo to its 1,213 radio
stations that certain songs --
Simon and Garfunkel's Bridge Over
Troubled Waters, Alanis
Morissette's Ironic, Bob Dylan's Knockin' on
Heaven's Door and 157 others --
may be “lyrically questionable” to
listeners. Yet, for years these
same entertainment conglomerates
have been trivializing disaster
and death and conflict and violence
and sex without regard to societal
sensibilities.
On Sept. 11, when reality struck,
the MTV generation, whose only
previous notion of national crisis
involved a White House intern,
struggled to describe the injury and horror inflicted on this
nation.
They could only utter, in one
interview after another, “It was like
watching a movie.”
But gradually, in ash-covered
coats, real American heroes were
revealed. Their uniforms smoked as
they pulled survivors from fiery
ruins. Their rubber boots melted
to the skin of their feet. More
than 300 firemen died as the
towers collapsed. These heroes had
worked for union wages. No signing
bonuses.
Un-Hollywood heroes were aboard
Flight 93, the passengers who
decided, in the face of death, to
fight back, saving the Capitol or
the White House from becoming the
day's fourth paroxysm.
But the events of Sept. 11 didn't
create heroes out of wilting
pansies. However obscured by the
celebrity culture, they've been
among us all along: firemen, cops,
teachers, nurses, parents. Real
heroes reacting to a real tragedy.
On Sept. 11, we took back the
words we needed to describe them.