Our Day of Infamy

And there appeared a great wonder in Heaven.

The day of infamy was a perfect September day in New York. The city had been stifling under a mask of late summer humidity; the night before it had broken in a torrential thunderstorm; an inch of water had fallen in a quarter of an hour. But the next morning was bright, blue, at the edge of crisp.

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Richard Brookhiser

Historian Richard Brookhiser is a senior editor of National Review and a senior fellow at the National Review Institute.

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And there appeared a great wonder in Heaven.

The day of infamy was a perfect September day in New York. The city had been stifling under a mask of late summer humidity; the night before it had broken in a torrential thunderstorm; an inch of water had fallen in a quarter of an hour. But the next morning was bright, blue, at the edge of crisp.