Today is like any other day. Days blur.
I write 11 September when students ask to go to the bathroom or I write in assignments for the day as if nothing has passed since 2001. Then it will hit me, just for a second the weight of the event.
So far removed from the events of the day, it is easy to just let the days blur on by and make a quick remembrance for those who have died. To be frank, on that day, I walked by the televisions on campus. I did not know of the Twin Towers, Pennsylvania fields and the Pentagon until I arrived on campus.
While I sympathize, I cannot empathize because the experience would be vastly different if I were at ground zero at any of those sites. I still have that weight, but not enough to stop for a minute or two to remember.
Events since that day has demonstrated the path the world is taking and that is a much scarier path we celebrate. We accuse all Muslims for the actions of the radical few who destroyed lives for their beliefs. We accuse all dark-skinned people for the burden that they place upon us in voice of privilege. We accuse all people with disabilities for the burden of breaking down barriers. We accuse those who speak a different native American language instead of acknowledging the humanity of the same.
What journey have we taken since 9/11 and where are we going? Are we going to stop for a moment or two and look within and realize that the accusations are our own as well?
It may be cold of me that day when I walked by the televisions – “It’s about time.”