I spent 12 wonderful years of my early adulthood in New York City. I was there the first time ideological extremists attempted to take down the World Trade Center. I was driving to work at the Travis County Attorney’s Office when the second and all-too-successful effort occurred.
I will not recount here all the stories of confusion and despair turned to compassion and unity. We all know, at varying levels of personal experience, the tragedies and triumphs of that day. Suffice it to say that a city of unrivaled diversity and tolerance took a massive blow and healed.
The horror of that day is not its most resounding message. The might of the United States (militarily, politically or morally) is not the message. The message is the rejuvenating powers of humanity.
On the anniversary of 9/11 I will not dwell on the horror of lives randomly ended by hatred. I will not wave a flag for the United States or a political party or a specific religion. Along with others too numerous to count, I will give thanks to my fellow human beings for their boundless courage, compassion and resilience.
Join in putting down the flags, putting divisions aside and wrapping ourselves in the love that will heal us of the hatred that motivated the events of that cruel day.