A mere 17 months after September 11th, and New York’s city fathers have decided that we’ve now got enough distance from the WTC attacks to choose a suitable memorial/ replacement/ redevelopment/ park/ shopping center/ office complex.

Personally, I wasn’t aware that we’ve attained that much perspective already. Doesn’t the present condition of the site adequately reflect the way we feel about it - an open wound? Wouldn’t common decency demand that we hold off on contracting architects before we’ve apprehended the architect of the slaughter? If this were a slasher flick, we’d be 40 minutes into the film: The captain of the football team’s been found garroted and hung from the ceiling fan, the police have traced the call - and it’s coming from inside the house! …this is not the moment to build a monument to all the slain cheerleaders, folks, this is the time to grab a conveniently-displayed antique farm implement and head for the door.

But no. Apparently it’s already time for victims’ families and venture capitalists to squabble Jerry Springer-style over the blueprints. And sensible voices have been drowned out. For example, my plan to construct a 120-story “Kick Me” sign has been repeatedly returned by City Hall.

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[Photo: Governor Pataki views the new Trade Center:
“Could we put a no-fly zone over the Cinnabon?”]

Maybe it’s the right thing. Maybe our collective memory IS that short. So although it would have seemed unthinkable to turn Pearl Harbor into a museum in 1943, perhaps if we don’t construct the memorial now, people walking by the site of the WTC in 2004 will look at the empty space and muse, “Hmmm, didn’t there used to be some kind of… thing there?”

We can’t have that. So let’s get a-building, so that in a couple of years we can step out of our fancy new offices, buy a pair of relaxed-fit jeans and a frappuccino, and sit down to talk office politics with Joe from Accounting. All on hallowed ground.