09/11/2026
25 YEARS.
Twenty-five years ago today, America changed forever.
We watched ordinary people run into burning buildings while others ran out. We watched strangers help strangers. We watched a nation, for a brief moment, put politics aside and remember what it meant to be Americans.
2,977 innocent people never made it home.
Firefighters. Police officers. Paramedics. Office workers. Parents. Sons. Daughters. Husbands. Wives.
They weren't Republicans. They weren't Democrats. They weren't left or right.
They were Americans.
And we should never forget them.
But 25 years later, I think it's okay to ask some uncomfortable questions.
Did we learn the right lessons?
Did the wars that followed make America safer?
Did we surrender too much liberty in the name of security?
Did our government use our fear to justify things that would have been unimaginable on September 10th?
And perhaps most importantly—have we forgotten how quickly Americans can come together when we stop treating each other like enemies?
Remembering 9/11 shouldn't mean blindly accepting everything that happened afterward.
And questioning what happened afterward shouldn't mean disrespecting the people we lost.
We can mourn the dead.
We can honor the heroes.
We can question our government.
We can disagree about the wars.
We can debate the decisions that followed.
We can do all of those things and still love this country.
Twenty-five years later, the greatest tragedy would be forgetting not only what happened on September 11th, but who we were on September 12th.
For a little while, we stood together.
Maybe it's time we remember how. Let's be the people we were on 9/12 starting today.
Never Forget. 🇺🇸
