Three words that meant so much. Today, nineteen years later, they ring hollow. They’re like three other words once spoken by an ex-spouse. Empty words, after a bitter divorce.
Today, our country is enduring the worst civil unrest since the ’60s, in the middle of a pandemic, nonetheless, and we are more divided than at any other time in my lifetime. We’ve let a conman slither his way into the highest office of the United States and destroy what little peace and unity we might have had; we have a House and a Senate whose members refuse to work with one another and accomplish absolutely nothing; and we booed football players standing unified, locked arm-in-arm, as they took a moment of silence prior to the kickoff of the 2020 NFL season. And mind you, it wasn’t even during the national anthem.
United We Stand once meant something. Today, it does not.
Thinking of those who lost their (or a family members) lives on 9/11/2001.