Hi everyone,

I don’t usually get so personal on my public videos, but this subject always does it to me. I don’t know how much more I can even say here, beyond what I wrote for the YouTube description box. So let me just paste that here.

Twenty-five years after 9/11, the grief is still with me. My children were dancing in the World Trade Center plaza seven weeks before the attacks. My father worked there. He had the day off. His colleague never came home. In this personal reflection, I look back on the world we lost, the truth I believe remains buried, and the slow-motion disappointment of watching a demand for answers fade into history. Our grief was turned into rage, and that rage was used to justify wars and a permanent surveillance state. How do we live with that betrayal? What happens to a society when an event this enormous never receives an honest reckoning? The years pass, the ceremonies continue, and the wound remains.

For the past many years, every time a 9/11 anniversary comes around, I just never really wanted to acknowledge the commemorations. It’s not that I did not care about that day. On the contrary, it was one of the worst days of my life. What has always bothered me is the fact that this day has always remained a festering wound. And in so many ways the anchor of the insanity we live through in this current century. 

Richard