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E Pluribus Unum
Twenty-five years after 9/11, a reflection on leadership, unity, and the people who gave everything at Ground Zero—and on the difference between honoring courage and borrowing it for yourself. Continue reading
What We Gave Away
Twenty-five years after 9/11, America’s reservoir of global goodwill has badly eroded. This is a look back at the solidarity we once inspired—and a warning about what we may discover the next time we need the world to stand with us. Continue reading
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9/11 Plus 25
Twenty-five years ago, I watched the second plane hit the World Trade Center from my office window.
What I remember most is not only the horror, but the strange quiet that followed—the empty streets, the smoke over the city, and the way people instinctively looked out for one another.
A quarter-century later, I find myself thinking less about what happened that day than about what we learned from it—and how much of that lesson we seem to have forgotten.
I wrote about that morning, the days that followed, and why September 11 still matters. Continue reading
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September 11, 2021
That morning twenty years ago began like so many others had for me. I rose early, conducted my morning ablutions, walked the dog and was in a cab heading to my office at the Sporting News before 7AM. You could … Continue reading
Not America’s Mayor
Rudy Giuliani was once called “America’s Mayor.”
It was a fine title. Grand, flattering, patriotic—and, as it turned out, issued before anyone bothered to read the fine print.
On September 11, 2001, he was my mayor, and in that terrible moment he gave New Yorkers something we desperately needed: steadiness, visibility and hope.
Twenty-five years later, history has had time to clear the smoke.
My latest: Not America’s Mayor. Continue reading →