My daughters know only a post-9/11 world. They don’t blink when asked to put items from their pockets into a bin so they can pass through a magnetometer at a sporting event. They know that surveillance cameras are pretty much everywhere. They wouldn’t dream of putting more than 3.4 ounces of liquid into their airplane carry-on. They accept these as norms because they know nothing different.
They weren’t yet born on this day, 19 years ago, when terrorists flew planes into the World Trade Center in New York City, the Pentagon in Washington D.C., and a remote field in Shanksville, PA. They didn’t feel the pain of learning