Note: This post is not intended as a self-indulgence but rather a historical reflection.
This story takes us back to September 11 2001.
With my school education well and truly behind me, I was grinding my way through the 2001 recession with the occasional contract role in IT coming up to fulfill my material needs.
September 11 2001 was a pivotal political and historical moment for me.
This time catalyzed my awareness of the political battle between freedom and other more sinister forces.
I remember it well.
The saturday night before, I had been at the Gabba with my brother and father watching the triumphant Brisbane Lions walloping the Collingwood Football club.
Anthony Rocka was acting up as usual and “Grandpa Alistair Lynch” clobbered him right on the chin in a justice filled attack that silenced Rocka’s dispensing of lip to the Lions.
Sitting in the general seating area right in front of this event, one would appropriately ask what this has to do with September 11.
It was the night of September 11 that I stayed up to watch Sports tonight to see if Alistair Lynch was going to get off the striking charge which would allow him to play in the Grand Final.
Needless to say, the Sports Tonight coverage cut off and the inevitable feed of CNN took over every commercial channel and the grizzly visage that was to change the world forever took shape.
This event significantly altered my psychological state. I remember staying up all night to watch the entirety of the coverage and only stopped for sleep the next morning.
Grandpa Lynchs’ striking charge was no-where near as important now.
War had been declared on FREEDOM!
Such was the power of this event that I enrolled for the March 2002 intake of UQ’s Political Science BA course to begin exploring the philosophical and political underpinnings of why this was so, as well as to learn more about Australia’s political system and history.
The obligatory, Pols101 type courses filled my days. Peace and conflict studies, Political ideologies, Political institutions and Politics and Justice were the defining intellectual influences of that 2002 period.
I passed semester one, proving that my academic career could develop further, but felt at the same time un-nourished by the intellectual battle going on inside me.
As I entered semester 2 I began branching out into constitutional issues and history subjects, but again felt a nagging self-doubt and loneliness in the journey I was taking.
Bogged down deeper and deeper into research and note-taking, I snapped and experienced what could be considered my first and only nervous breakdown.
After a brief encounter with a psychologist, they determined that my condition was specifically a result of sleep deprivation and over-work as a result of study and simply exhorted me to rest. I wasn’t invincible after all! Another residual adolescent myth from the late 90’s connected to my identity was shattered!
Thinking back on this period, I remember reflecting on the fact that a combination of my incessant obsessions with research and collecting information and trying to reconcile it in my own reflections, were really an extension of an underlying guilt I incorrectly felt regarding the results of September 11.
The battle raging within me boiled down to the question of whether poverty in the radicalized Islāmic world was really our fault and whether we’d brought the Terrorist’s on ourselves.
Despite my Right wing economic views these were still countries plagued by a history of external interference, who hadn’t had the chance to experience true democracy.
We and other countries of freedom hadn’t been this badly shaken since World War II!
The dominance of Freedom had seemed like it could stretch on forever.
Yet the jihadist’s claim were that they were striking a blow against American/Western Imperialism.
At that naïve stage of my development, I acutely interpreted this as an attack on individualism, free markets, our institutions of free governance and the attendant religious and other freedoms that it now seemed we had taken for granted.
In the end though, maturity and more advanced judgement’s showed me that despite the advantages of non-interference, self-defense both morally and politically were the only possible recourse for the horror that we had experienced at the hands of people who do not represent a true moderate majority conducive to Liberal democracy.
It is that political awakening that codified my belief that we should try to be smarter in our War on Terror. Rather than spreading the resources out in a way that is counter productive, we need to harness the next generation to defeat those who threaten us. Achieve that and it won’t be a worthless effort at achieving freedom after all.