It’s the same mistreatment of those we also hail as heroes with the “We Support the Troops” crap: flags and parades and medals, but young men and women being routinely sent into harm’s way without proper/necessary equipment of many kinds; being subjected to numerous tours (three, four and more) instead of the traditional one or two; being paid so little that thousands of military families live in sub-standard housing and require Welfare and food stamps; and when they return, being subjected to poor or no health care and unwarranted scrutiny of the “cause” of their injuries!
Very few 9/11 First Responders and volunteers will be part of official tenth anniversary ceremonies today, an insult that speaks (screams) for itself.
Even before they’re surrounded by an army of police, they acknowledge their transformation to each other. “I can’t go back,” says Thelma, “something’s crossed over in me. I just couldn’t live.” “I know what you mean,” answers Louise. So by the time they’re cornered fugitives, they would sooner die than be defiled by a system that would never have believed or helped them. They don’t go back. They clasp hands and drive their car over the edge of the Grand Canyon.