I was walking into the student union after my morning chemistry lecture and found a large group of students gathered around a CRT TV on the wall. One of the twin towers was on fire and the news anchors were discussing the possibility of an accident. Moments later I watched as the second tower was struck and the realization flood over the faces of everyone in the room that this was no accident.
After that I got used to being pulled aside at every TSA security checkpoint for enhanced screening. Never got mad about it, I could understand why (I’m bearded with dark hair and look vaguely like a lot of different possibly middle eastern ethnicities to the untrained eye), and it became a story I could relate to people about minorities being treated differently in not intentionally malicious ways.
I suppose I learned that some people really did hate America and it wasn’t just something that crazy people said. I also learned that security and freedom are at odds with each other and you cannot improve one without taking from the other; That the job of anyone tasked with balancing the two would necessarily be difficult and thankless. So I try not to be too hard them as a result. Still I later learned not to let that lead me to support another Bush. But then I learned that a silver tongue disguising another Bush was just as bad. So I ended up settling on a dude that spews diarrhea from his mouth who is the first president since Carter not to involve us in any new foreign armed conflicts. You take what you can get.