Here are my memories of the time since that day:
I remember Falwell's "you helped cause this" comment and what a shock it was to see that kind of hate-as-usual, two days after the event that was supposed to bring us together.
I remember someone writing the local paper within six months and claiming that, if you voted for Bill Clinton, you helped cause all those deaths and all that tragedy on 9/11. I particularly remember it because that person was my own father. That wound's still as fresh as the day it was so casually inflicted.
I remember being called a "traitor" and "terrorist sympathizer" and people e-mailing me anonymous death threats for opposing their Dear Leader Dubbya's Wacky Iraqi Adventure (a war I and my fellow liberals were one hundred percent right about, by the way).
I remember Ann Coulter telling people that she thought the 9/11 widows were "enjoying" their husband's deaths.
I remember Glenn Beck saying he 'hated" the families of 9/11 victims--and becoming a hero of the Right.
So I don't want to hear a damn thing about how 9/11 unified us from anyone on the Right. They were the ones who immediately started waving the bloody shirt and using it to divide us.
After all the hate directed against me personally and against people like me in general, starting before the smoke had even cleared, I don't want to hear a damn thing about how liberals are hateful or the usual right wing whiny claptrap about "liberal name-calling". I don't know a name worse than traitor, and no one said a mumblin' word against anyone calling me that since 9/11.
If you didn't stand up against it then, you can sit right the fuck down now. You have nothing to say that I want to hear.