At 0903 the second of two planes slammed into the south tower of the World Trade Center. I was only in third grade when it happened so I was blissfully unaware of the fear and confusion that sent shockwaves through the country. Shockwaves that frayed the very fabric of life for some.
In the years after, I’ve made many friends who still live through the effects of fear and ignorance stemming from this attack. Coffee-colored and so, automatically deemed a suspect. Modest and so, obviously suppressed. Praying and so, probably plotting. I don’t know exactly what it’s like to walk that road, but as I reflect on what happened on this very day 16 years ago, one question rings louder in my ears today.
“How am I actively pushing back against those biases in my own life?”
“The opposite of fear is not courage; it is love.”
It is the epitome of love to engage, serve, commune with, and endure with those who don’t live like us in spite of our biases, our fears, and what our leaders model for us. .
Let’s love fiercely.