On Sunday night, when I got off the train near Ground Zero to attend a 9/11 multifaith ceremony, I walked right into an anti-Muslim protest. Two hundred people cheered on speakers who warned of sharia law and the Muslim invasion. Their signs read: "Mohammad was a terrorist." A moment later, their eyes were on us -- we looked like their enemies -- and my throat caught. I cried, and walked away. But when I finally got to the ceremony, I saw why we did this together. Four times as many
The story was originally printed on Newsday here. We have been collecting Ribbons of Hope from across the country and around the world to mark the 10-year anniversary of 9/11. Our partners at Prepare New York are weaving these ribbons into a colorful tapestry that to me, represents a groundswell of people ready to overcome fear and divisiveness on this anniversary. Send your Ribbon of Hope to Ground Zero today (easy and free). Newsday just covered our efforts: The fluttering ribbons came from near and far, their messages and prayers
On Tuesday night, hundreds of people gathered together at Groundswell's kick-off teach-in in NYC and imagined how a movement based on compassion and community could emerge from the shadows this tenth anniversary of 9/11. I can still feel the electricity in the room -- and the excitement about what we could build. We envisioned a movement that's not about a single issue, political party or particular tradition -- but a shared moral vision of a world where each of us feels at home. Check out video clips of social innovator
I spent much of my twenties living out of my suitcase, touring with Divided We Fall, crisscrossing the country listening to peoples' stories about their experience in the ongoing aftermath of 9/11. I blogged about many of them, but there were too many for one person to capture. I wished that one site where people could submit their own untold stories -- a kind of open-source epilogue to the film. Today, it exists. A coalition of community organizations joined forces to create the Unheard Voices of 9/11 Project.
Osama bin Laden's face is all over the television. People are flooding the streets waving American flags. The President speaks of our unity and resolve as a nation. And 9/11 is on everyone's mind. This has all happened before. Except this time, ten years after 9/11, we are not grieving death; we are celebrating death. We have slain Osama bin Laden - the one who first slayed us. And we are singing and laughing and high-fiving. As if this is the end. As if violence can end a
It is the eve of the fourth anniversary of September 11, the event that changed the world for many people and shifted the entire course of my life. In the aftermath of 9/11, I journeyed across America with my camera, documenting stories of hate violence against minority communities, including my own. Now four years later, I am a graduate student making a feature film about my journey. Still consumed by these stories and their questions, I traveled with my film crew to revisit Ground Zero on August