Twenty-five years ago today, this Great Nation was attacked! It galvanized this country. It galvanized the world in sympathy with the United States. What was done was wrong, and almost everyone knew it. That is not nostalgia. That is the record.
I am not going to spend this post on the minority who thought we deserved it. That is for another day.
What I will say is this. Twenty-five years later, the wound is a date on a calendar. A quarter century is long enough to sand the edges off anything. Pearl Harbor was “a date which will live in infamy.” Now it is a trivia question. 9/11 is heading the same way. We do not feel it. We do not honor it. We joke about it in the break room and call it banter.
That is the cut.
The deeper problem is not the joke. It is the belief underneath it — that we only act when something big happens. That we only galvanize when the sky burns. That is not how a people survives. A people survives on the small things done every day. The way you talk about the dead. The way you refuse the shrug. The way you refuse to let the day become a punchline.
We do not need another big event to make a big gesture. We need to stop waiting for one.
Accountability. Assimilation. Allegiance. Practiced permanently, prudently, pragmatically.
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