Mob, riot, desecration

On 9/11 I traveled by train from Bulgaria to Greece, and then drove to Halkidiki. I had next to no idea that al Qaeda terrorists had hijacked jumbo jets full of passengers and flown into the twin towers in New York City and into the Pentagon, and were foiled by brave passengers from doing the same to the White House.

It was not until the following morning that I saw the news reports on television, replete with imagery of the moments of impact, replayed, sickeningly, ad infinitum. Unlike most of my acquaintances, who witnessed the second plane crash into the second tower as it happened, I have but a secondhand reminiscence of the event.

By the same token, I was unaware of the initial episodes on January 6 at the Capitol building in Washington, DC. I had listened for a few brief moments to President Donald Trump's speech near the White House, and then a little longer to...

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