It’s a bright, shiny day here, yet I find my spirits are flagging. It’s sobering remembering where I was ten years ago, glued to the televison in horror as the reports about the Twin Towers and the Pentagon poured in, and our Nation truly learned that “terror” is the root word in “terrorist.”

I think of the Americans that died 9/11, and how their families still live with this every day. So much is different now, from our airports to our highway signs. I can only begin to imagine the effect this has had on Muslim Americans.

It’s sad that this beautiful day must feel blighted, but if we Americans don’t remember, who will?