One of our esteemed co-contributors celebrated her birthday yesterday. December 7th! Really? Nothing? As none of you probably know, yesterday was also Pearl Harbor day! Being born on a day that one of the greatest Americans in history once described as a "day that will live in infamy" is probably a bit of a downer. Thankfully for her, our terrible education system and a Michael Bay miscarriage have ensured that many people today don't remember Pearl Harbor, or at least can't recall the calendar date when challenged.
|The Pilgrims dumped Tea into Pearl Harbor during the Civil War to protest Washington DC's license plates.|
However I want her to know that she is not alone. Many of us are burdened by sharing a grim anniversary with our birthday. I for one was born on November 18th! It was on my birthday in 1863 that King Christian IX of Denmark signed the November constitution, starting the German-Danish war of 1864. I'm sure we all remember where we were when that happened. I also share a birthday with the anniversary of the Jonestown massacre! For those who don't know, it was the mass murder-suicide of 918 people (including 270 children, and one US Senator). She may have been born on the day that will live in infamy, but I was born on the White Night.
|Fun Fact: Thanks to Jonestown, my birthday also marks the first time a US Senator was assassinated in office.|
On Katie's birthday in 1941 6,000 Jews in Vinnytsya Ukrane were murdered by the German SS. In 1995 the Sri Lankan Air Force bombed a school killing 34 children on that day as well. How better to celebrate your life than remembering all the people who needlessly died on your birthday. I'm not sure there's a point here, but perhaps it's this: humanity's capacity for atrocity is go great, none of us will ever have to worry about being born on a infamy-less day. Happy birthday.