Those words will define a very specific horrific event forever. Like everyone else, I remember exactly where I was when I heard the tragic news on September 11, 2001. I was just beginning what would be my last year as a teacher in a small elementary school in the suburbs in Akron, Ohio. On that particular morning, I didn’t have students, and I was working on a video for our Open House assembly. In the little editing corner of my classroom, I had a small black and white TV which I used as a playback monitor. I never turned the television on, but for some reason, on that day it was on in the background as I worked. Stunned, I watched the footage of the breaking news.
Panicked parents, having learned the news, rushed to the school to take their children home and in some way keep them safe. For the next few days, as people struggled to make sense of what had happened, the images were everywhere.
I remember my sister sobbing with anguish in not knowing how to explain this horrible thing to my nephew, Clay.
At home, she tried to keep the television on cartoon channels – anything but the horrible images. But it was impossible to shield him from the news. She desperately searched for words that would make sense to a 6-year old, even when grown-ups couldn’t find words that made sense.
I remember sitting down at my computer with this flood of images wondering how I would make sense of them. And, like others I assume, I found comfort in demonstrations of human kindness, people helping people, and remarkable courage.
I remember thinking that the footage of the planes crashing into the buildings would forever be part of our historical archive.
Clay would see it along with the rest of us for years to come. But I wanted him to know how we got through it…. how we survived it…. how we came together as human beings.
Despite this horrific tragedy, we demonstrated incredible resolve as a country. That’s what I wanted him to know. I wanted him to know that out of this inconceivable horror came goodness. Fire fighters and police officers who were so incredibly selfless and brave, people of all colors, religions, and political affiliations coming together in a way I had never seen before in my lifetime. Sixteen days after the event that would forever change our nation, I again sat down at my computer to create another video – one that I could give to Clay when he was old enough to understand the evil and the hate… and the bravery and the compassion.
Buried in a box along with the front page of the Akron Beacon Journal dated Sept 16, 2001 and a few magazines that focused on the heroes, I found that DVD that I made 18 years ago. Today, Clay is 24 years old, and he’ll probably watch the commemoration ceremonies with the rest of us. Because he’s never known a world without mass shootings and terror threats, I wonder if he will ever grasp the magnitude of that event…how inconceivable it was. And I wonder if he’ll ever find the only comfort we could find back then – the resolve to come together as a nation and be better human beings.
Are we stronger? Are we better as a nation? Are we better people – good, kind, empathetic and inclusive despite race, religion, or sexual orientation? Have we learned nothing from the convictions that brought us together 15 years ago? I watch the violent rallies and protests and I listen to the hateful name-calling on the media today and I’m not sure. I see racist, insulting, ignorant images and memes everyday as I scroll through social media. I read stories and struggle to comprehend the statistics of senseless murders, the hateful rhetoric of racism and bigotry, and the assertion that military style assault weapons are justified as “a Constitutional right.” I read stories about people who are fighting for clean drinking water and listen to the debates about children being taken from their parents. And I think about what we are doing to each other and our planet.
Are we stronger? Are we better? And, how do we explain this kind of behavior to our children… those little people who are watching us and forming their own perceptions of the world influenced by grown-up words and actions?
Today, as I hear and read the words “Never Forget,” I wonder what people are remembering. Are they remembering the horrific images, the way our country used to be before that tragic day, the way that day changed the world? Or are they remembering our resolve, the way we helped one another, lifted one another up, grieved together and healed together?
Have we forgotten the heroism and the humanity that rose out of the rubble and devastation that was etched in pure evil? Have we forgotten that country that came together and survived?
Have we forgotten?
This is the video that I created for Clay 18 years ago.