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: October 2001 : Behind the Hype |
"Just
Like a Movie"
The
morning of September 11, I was hung over. The night
before, in my
infinite wisdom, I had done the rock-star thing with
a visiting band from Anaheim. The limo, the shots
of Jager, the whole nine yards, needless to say, I
wasn't ready for the events to bombarded us, on the
air, around 6:00 a.m. Upon first hearing about the
plane hitting the World Trade Center, I was thinking
that JFK Jr. had been resurrected and was out flying
his Cessna again. I
hadn't expected it to be a 767 with a complement of
passengers on board. As the events slowly panned out
that "Drive Time" morning, I found myself suddenly
thrust into the job of "impartial news reporter,"
something that I was definitely not accustomed to
doing. Hell, I'm an entertainer; I'm supposed to keep
it funny, keep it light. With pounding head and dry
mouth, I had to report on the atrocities as they came
in. Initial shock and amazement slowly turned to worry
and disbelief as the estimated death toll rose.
"I realize
that most see the media as the people that
are supposed to have the good
hair, the perfect
delivery and the impartial
reporting."
It
was about this time that the e-mail really began flooding
my box. Random thoughts and opinions from my show's
listeners, each of which I did the best to take the
time to respond to, only to get 4 or 5 more for each
that I did. Over the next couple of days, these e-mails
underwent a metamorphosis into pictures of little
girls holding American flags, weepy firefighters,
and parody photos of Osama Bin Laden in compromising
positions with a camel. I thought it sweet
for a few days, but after that, it really became too
much. Like everyone else, I was horrified at what
had happened, but I was starting to see it become
a vehicle for overzealous nationalism and chest-thumping.
When the reports of the hate crimes started coming
in, my disbelief with the American people was tinged
with disgust.
Distaste
reached its pinnacle on D Day plus 3 when I received
a normally
routine kind of call. A man in his late teens on the
other end of the line, doing his best to encourage
me to switch my long distance plan. I finally lost
it, "Please tell me that your shitty ass company is
doing something proactive like helping the Red Cross
or something." To which his response was, "Well, you
know,
like any other business we still need to make a profit."
I hung up the phone
furiously, hoping that their stock would plummet when
the market finally reopened. A few days later, I got
my wish.
I
realize that most see the media as the people that
are supposed to have the good hair, the perfect delivery
and the impartial reporting. None of us really has
the option of being biased. It's difficult to be impartial
when the death toll has already reached 6,333. Of
course I want justice.
My
primary hope in all of this is that people can come
to realize that it's not the nation of Islam that
we're fighting, nor is it the Muslim faith. It's people
that feel that business men and women from countries
around the world that work in a 110-story building
deserve to die without provocation...that's what we're
up against. So, go ahead and fly your flag from your
car and wear your Old Navy shirts. That's all well
and good, but let's not forget who the real enemy
is here. It's a bunch of low-tech, highly funded,
widely scattered terrorist cells around the world.
It's not going to be an easy fight, nor will it be
over quickly, but rest assured that those in the world
of heavy drinking and impartial reporting want justice
as well.
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