Dear Mr. VP,
Seventeen years ago, I sat in AP U.S. History, a senior in high school. I was likely chatting with my best friend Jen, trying not to be anxious about the proximity of my biggest ever high school crush, who was also in the class. We turned on the television for the morning announcements, which is when we all figured out something was wrong.
I remember being scared and horrified. I didn’t know anyone in the towers, but even still I felt part of the sort of mass trauma that so many people experienced in the aftermath. I can vividly remember feeling scared the first time I heard a plane fly overhead after they were no longer grounded.
In March, I visited the 9/11 memorial in New York City for the first time. The best descriptor I can come up with is solemn. It was hushed, and everyone was respectful — even the kids.
Yup, there’s our president showing up to a 9/11 memorial service today, after one exclamation pointed tweet about how 9/11 was 17 years ago, and some tweets about Russian collusion being bogus.
Truly, a class act.