25 years ago today, I was 20 years old and a junior in college in LA.
I was also a resident advisor, responsible for an entire wing of my dorm. That Tuesday morning, I happened to be awake around 6:00 a.m. As I walked down the hallway, I noticed that one of my friends had her door open.
That was unusual. We were college students. Nobody was awake at 6:00 in the morning.
I remember walking over and asking, “What are you guys doing? Why are you awake?”
And then I saw the television.
It was a small TV in her dorm room, and we stood there watching in disbelief. Moments later, we watched the second plane hit the second tower.
There are moments in life that become permanently etched into your memory. I can still remember standing in that doorway. I can remember the confusion, the horror, and the feeling that something had just happened that we couldn’t yet comprehend.
What has always stayed with me, too, is where I was supposed to be headed that morning: a class called Contemporary Hate Crimes in America.
I don’t think any of us understood yet how much that day would change our country, our generation, and the world.
Twenty-five years later, I still find it difficult to talk about that morning. But I can write about it. And today, it feels important to do so.
I remember the people who went to work that morning and never came home. I remember the passengers and crews aboard the planes. I remember the first responders who ran toward unimaginable danger to help people they had never met. And I remember all those whose lives were forever changed by what happened that day.
25 years later, we remember.
September 11, 2001. 🇺🇸
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