A 9/11 Follow-up: the Thrill of a Parking Ticket

St. Ann and the Holy Trinity, the church I attend in Brooklyn Heights, had a special "event" Sunday afternoon called "Sanctuary Still", a day of reflection on the role of Brooklyn and our church in embracing and comforting people in distress over that deep tragedy. Local writers read poems and essays, and representatives of four outside music organizations who hold concerts in the church performed, as well as the church's own choir and organist. Our Borough President (who are sort of quasi-mayors in each New York City borough), City Councilman, State Senator and the commander of our local NYPD precinct were present and gave remarks. The church was full – meaning at least 500 people were there. It was a lovely and meaningful thing.

Two thoughts from it.

Borough President Marty Markowitz shared he had been at a mosque earlier this Sunday morning deep in the heart of Brooklyn. The commemoration the men and women of that mosque were making for the anniversary was that each of them donated a pint of blood.

One of the writers explained that he earns his day-to-day living working in the Brooklyn criminal justice system. One of the hardest things he found right after 9/11 was giving the kind of serious attention to ordinary, run-of-the-mill street crimes which those mundane affairs needed. What could compare to what we had just suffered? But then he realized that the order of the day must be made to stand. I identified with this: in that 2001 moment, I realized that my own best contribution right then was to go about my regular job as a Wall Street economist to show that the terrorists couldn't stop us. Similarly, this writer Tim McLoughlin said he realized that there are rules of society and they must be enforced; this was his work. The order of society must not be allowed to break down. He said that, in turn, a few days later he got a parking ticket on one of our main neighborhood streets, and he cried. That was exactly what needed to happen: life was going on, someone was enforcing the rules of society, and he was thrilled to get a parking ticket. The terrorists had not prevailed.