Spiegelman recalls the morning of September 11, 2001:
My wife...and I had just walked out our door when we saw that first plane crash into the tower about 10 blocks south of us. We ran down to find our daughter, Nadja, a freshman at Stuyvesant High School, and got her out of the school just before the north tower collapsed right behind us. Then we made our way to the U.N. School to scoop up 10-year-old Dash. I was willing to live through the disaster wherever it took me, as long as we were all together as a family unit.Then he comments on Mikail Moore's Fahrenheit 911:
I sure admire his ability to make effective arguments that can be understood outside the rarefied circles of one's already-convinced friends. His sympathy for that woman who becomes the star of the second half of the film [whose soldier son was killed in Iraq] is, to me, so admirable. I was just so impatient with her. It allowed him to express more clearly than I the class-war aspects of this and how to talk to people who are acting against their own best interests.Class war? Is he talking about Saddam and all those palaces from which he was evicted? Is he talking about the Iraqis who were impoverished by Saddam's rapaciousness and control of Iraq's oil? What class war does he have in mind? Perhaps he's referring to all those American draftees who were marched off to Iraq at gunpoint.
He doesn't talk about the innocents who were slaughtered on September 11, 2001. He doesn't talk about the cretins who flew the planes into the twin towers of the World Trade Center, or about Osama bin Laden, or about terrorism in general. It's all about him. It's all about his hatred of the war in Iraq. But he's going to make some money off September 11, by selling copies of his thing to like-minded Manhattan jerks.