Ernest Y. Koe

I remember.

I remember going downstairs and on to Pleasant Street, Northampton to watch the news from the store TV. CNN was being slow, and I had a bad feeling.

I remember thinking about rushing into NYC, but I chickened out.

I remember cycling through the names and faces of my friends in the city; the vivid sense of anger, fear, the anxiety of the unknown.

On that day, we were all Americans. That has to count for something. We have lost friends, families;  we have spent blood and treasure.

Perhaps, now, the healing can finally begin. I hope, that if the last ten years were fiercely about “them,” that the next ten can be fiercely about “us”.

All of us.

I remember.