It has been 8,415,360 minutes since 9:59am on September 11, 2001 when the South Tower of the Word Trade Center collapsed. It was on that clear, crisp, perfectly blue skied Tuesday September morning where blood from all nations was spilled on soil below where the Stars and Stripes flew for the first time since the attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941. My city, our nation, and everyone’s world was irrevocably changed.
The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
It has been 16 years.
We live in such interesting times. There are those who celebrate the end of 8 years of Executive Office tyranny, and those who identify it’s current occupant as the worst tyrant of them all. We watch as racism, political ideologies, and a flagrant disregard for each others perspective assert itself everywhere from politics, to communities, to our entertainment venues and professional sports.
We have devolved to a nation divided.
Yet, as exhibited over the last few weeks during the extreme weather events in Texas and Florida, the American Spirit still exists as neighbors helped neighbors and people far and wide came to help the victims of natures wrath. No one checked immigration status before rendering aid. No one withdrew their helping hands based on skin color. No one inquired the name of the deity others were praying to before taking them in to shelter. The unity displayed these past few days honors the sacrifice made 16 years, where these things ultimately did not matter then as it shouldn’t now… or ever.
It is important that we keep to the promises made on September 12, 2001 when we as a profession, as a people, and as a nation swore that we would #AlwaysRemember. We need to keep that promise. That day all sacrificed some, some sacrificed all and we need to honor that sacrifice through our actions to ensure that the true goal of this tyrannical act to divide this nation and its people are not victorious.
It has been 8,415,360 minutes since the South Tower of the World Trade Center at Liberty Street and West Street collapsed. I ask that you specifically remember the following nine Medics who perished in that collapse:
volunteer Zhe Zang
my friend Mario Santoro
my friend and vollie dispatcher Richard Pearlman
and my friend and partner Yamel Merino
Keep the promise today as you did 16 years ago.
Keep the promise tomorrow as you did today.
Together we stand, divided we fall.
– John Dickinson