I volunteered in the streets of Manhattan after the towers went down.
I listened to families and helped to facilitate discussions about the new memorial. That time stays with me deeply. I’ll never forget a badge worn by a young child who lost her father. It read, “My Daddy’s not Garbage.” It was because the City did not make time to separate tower debris from regular garbage in its removal. My heart broke.
I thought about 9/11 then and now and I wondered how have we served the memories of the lives lost. And, what changes in our society reflect true remembrance beyond memorials, tears and events?
I’m not really sure that we are either better or safer in the World today, which is why I think Gandhi is right. It is time to gently shake the World as a measure of true remembrance and progress as a civil society.