We all remember the details of that fateful morning of Sept. 11th, 2001 -- where we were, how we heard the news. All those details stick with us to this day. I remember being with my father in his office. From his small electronics shop in the hallowed basement of the local university, we watched the horror unfold on a small television. At first, I thought the images I saw had to be from a movie. It just didn't seem real. But as the scene started to unravel, we soon learned that life was changing before our eyes. We can't help but have those images seared into our memory. I experienced emotions I never thought possible -- anger, sadness, even confusion.
We've come a long way. But the fact is, we're still healing. While we can't shy away from anything that's happened, or even gently sweep it under the rug, we do have a responsibility to the survivors to give them the respect, peace and dignity they so quickly lost on Sept. 11th. It's not a political issue. It's not a class issue. It's not a race issue. It's about having compassion. And most importantly, it's about having humanity.