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I may not be all that old, but I’m old enough to remember a time when politicians weren’t self absorbed bags of shit.
I’m old enough to remember how everyone came together in the wake of a tragedy that killed Americans.
A time before we had the internet widely available

In the days after 9/11 I was 16 years old in the NY Metro area. We watched our communities come together to lift up America.
We were proud to be American.
We were survivors in the face of terrorism. We buried loved ones and attended memorial after memorial for the 2,977 souls.

Nobody discounted any loss. Each was just as tragic as the next. From the people on the planes to those who gave their lives trying to rescue people from those buildings.
We were one people. We were American people.
We weren’t Republicans or Democrats we were AMERICANS.

In the years that followed, peoples dedication faded and life went back to a place of being semi-normal. But I never lost that pride of being an American.
My grandmother immigrated to America during WWII as a refugee from Poland.
She fled for the American dream.

When Barack Obama ran, I not only campaigned for him, but I voted for him. Twice, once in 2008 and again in 2012. I felt proud to have a successful black man breaking history for all of the little boys and girls that would look up to him.
But this is where it started.