Reports from the terrifying stairways of the World Trade Center tell of genderless, raceless, ageless, groups of people with but one goal: to defeat death and destruction, to live another day. They all held hands, all Americans for that moment…no color, no religion, a chain of gray, lost and frightened souls searching their way out of the terror and darkness, each link needing the other...Looking for the light.
We are all Americans. If ever you wanted to be an All-American, well now you have your chance. People, while biting their lips, with lumps in their throats and tears in their eyes, are somehow managing a smile. Doors are held open. People hug and shake hands. Road rage has subsided.
Museums are opening their doors as sanctuaries for all to freely experience the greatness of the world’s art, music and creativity. To think, meditate, contemplate, to find some solace. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if all houses of worship opened their doors, all day and night? Catholics might wish to visit a Synagogue’s Saturday Service, Jews might wish to attend a Church’s Sunday Mass. All denominations hopefully might choose to organize a congregation in a school cafeteria. Let’s not need a smoky, black stairway to erase our differences. We were all the same that day. We were All Americans.