“Even though I don’t know anyone who died that Tuesday morning…
I still cry every single year for them…”
As we move to prosecute those responsible for the attacks on our country that September day, I’m struck with how divided we’ve become since then. I can’t believe it’s been nearly ten years. I was still in elementary school and I still clearly remember sitting in class with all my friends chatting happily as the adults around us talked in hushed tones, watching TV screens on mute, wondering how or if they should tell us. Then the TVs were turned off as the images started to roll in and all I can remember after that is how quickly the light, innocent happiness disappeared. I don’t know if I completely understood at that point, but I just remember feeling utterly devastated. New York was a foreign place to me, but at that moment it felt like it was in my backyard. I’ve never felt such a sense of unity in this country as I did in the days that followed the attack. I felt like every American did I think, that the victims and their families were my family, that no matter race, religion, political leaning, divide of any kind we were all one and we were in mourning for the dead and celebrating the living together, side by side. I find it so sad that it took a national tragedy for us all to come together.