Tuesday, September 11, 2001, began as a beautiful, clear morning. I was in the first week as Principal at Enterprise Elementary, a school approximately 20 miles south of the Pentagon. Our students had just entered the building, and I was preparing to begin my daily rounds.
The Today Show was playing in my office when Katie Couric and Matt Lauer reported that a plane had struck the North Tower. I remember immediately wondering what might come next.
Then we watched the second plane strike the South Tower—live.
In that instant, we knew this was no accident.
Shortly afterward, we learned that the Pentagon had also been attacked (along with yet another hijacked plane that was downed in Shanksville, PA due to the heroic actions of its passengers). Numbers of our students had parents and relatives who worked there. As a new principal, I did not have time to dwell on my own fear. I went into protection mode.
We informed our staff while asking them to shield our young students from information they were not yet prepared to understand. The day became a blur of fear, concern, collaboration, and coordination as we worked to keep children calm, support frightened families, and ensure that every student was safe.
The full weight of the day did not reach me until about 5:30 that evening, when I merged onto Interstate 95 and realized I was one of very few cars traveling south. Phone service was unavailable, and I had not heard from my family. For the first time that day, my nerves began to shake.
Then I steadied myself.
I remembered that, just as we had spent the day caring for other people’s children, there were brave and caring people looking after mine.
Twenty-five years later, I understand that moment differently. At the time, I thought leadership meant remaining composed, making decisions, and protecting those entrusted to me. It did mean those things. But the years since have taught me that leadership also means trusting others when circumstances are beyond our control. It means recognizing how deeply we depend upon one another. Courage is rarely the absence of fear; it is the decision to serve while fear is still present.
A quarter century has passed, yet the lives lost, the families forever changed, and the sacrifices made must never become distant history. Neither should we forget the firefighters, police officers, military personnel, medical professionals, educators, neighbors, and ordinary citizens who responded with extraordinary courage.
But remembering September 11 also requires us to confront where we are now.
We live in a nation fractured by political division, racial tension, economic anxiety, distrust of institutions, and an increasingly dangerous willingness to see people who disagree with us as enemies. Too often, we no longer debate ideas. We question one another’s humanity. We retreat into separate versions of reality, consume information designed to confirm our fears, and reward voices that keep us angry at one another.
We speak often about the unity that followed September 11. With the perspective of 25 years, however, we must be honest: some Americans did not experience that period as unity. Muslim Americans, Arab Americans, Sikh Americans, immigrants, and others were subjected to suspicion, hatred, and violence. Fear brought out the best in many of us, but it also exposed prejudices that were already present.
That truth does not diminish the courage or togetherness we witnessed. It makes the lesson more complete.
Real unity cannot be built upon fear, exclusion, or the expectation that everyone must think alike. It cannot exist only when we have a common enemy. Unity must be strong enough to hold our differences, honest enough to acknowledge our failures, and compassionate enough to defend the dignity of people whose lives and beliefs differ from our own.
Today, our greatest threats are not only those that may come from beyond our borders. They also include the hatred we normalize, the truth we manipulate, the cruelty we excuse, and the democratic values we weaken whenever they become inconvenient within our own borders. A nation does not lose its way only through one catastrophic event. It can also lose its way gradually—one act of indifference, one surrendered principle, and one dehumanized neighbor at a time.
September 11 taught us how quickly the familiar can disappear. Twenty-five years later, it should also teach us not to take our democracy, freedom, institutions, or one another for granted.
Freedom is more than the ability to say whatever we want. It carries a responsibility to protect the rights of others, pursue truth, reject hatred, and preserve the conditions that allow all people to live with dignity. Patriotism is more than a flag displayed or an anthem sung. It is the daily work of making the nation worthy of the ideals it claims.
We do not honor those who sacrificed by remembering them for one day each year while spending the rest of the year tearing one another apart. We honor them by choosing courage over fear, truth over convenience, service over selfishness, and our shared humanity over the divisions that threaten to consume us.
Twenty-five years later, I still remember the clear sky, the nearly empty interstate, the uncertainty, and the people who chose to care for one another through it all.
May we never forget what happened that day.
May we also never forget what it demands of us now.
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