I remember the smell of 9/11 in our offices. I remember the zombie-like looks from New Yorkers, as candles lined the streets, everywhere. Those missing signs. Church doors were open and crowded. I remember standing in front of Grand Central Station as people lined 42nd Street to applaud their president. Out of respect and gratitude.
It was a sober, necessary patriotism. A civic catharsis.
Tonight — much of what I saw in the D.C. streets — was not the same.
I appreciate justice, but I can’t break out the champagne.
I keep thinking about those who have died in the ten years since 9/11, serving our country. I keep thinking of those who were murdered at the hands of terrorists.
And that death is never a cause for celebration.
We should always be uneasy about such things.