I found myself, on the 15th anniversary of the terrible attacks on the U.S., skipping over a lot of the commemorations, not because it’s wrong to mark the day — at all — but because I’ve been more interested in grabbling with the question: Did we learn anything?
I learned there’s a lot I don’t know.
I learned that some people will seek to inflate their role post-9/11, which is, to me, as gross as gross can be.
I learned that for some people, those attacks did nothing more than reaffirm their already closely-held world view, that it’s a big, scary world and we should fear it.
But did we learn love? Did we learn understanding?