On the recordSeptember 12, 2018
yesterday was the 17th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks--an event that changed my city and our country forever. I spent the morning at the 9/11 Memorial in Lower Manhattan. Two deep scars in the Earth remind us where mighty towers once stood. I will never forget that day, nor the next: the phones--when they worked--ringing endlessly; the smell of death; the lines of hundreds of people holding homemade signs--I will never forget that--as I walked there. President Bush sent a plane, and we went to Ground Zero the day after. Hundreds of people were lined up asking: ``Have you seen my father Joe?'' ``Have you seen my daughter Mary?'' The towers had crashed, but no one knew how many people had survived. It was awful. Mr. President, 3,000 souls were lost in one day--one of the bloodiest days on American soil since the Civil War--people I knew: a guy I played basketball with in high school, a businessman who helped me on my way up, a firefighter with whom I went around the city to ask people to donate blood. Seventeen years ago today, September 12, 2001, I called on Americans to wear the flag in remembrance of those who were lost, the brave men and women who rushed to find those who might still be alive. I have worn that flag every single day since. I will wear it every day of my life for the rest of my life in remembrance of those who were lost. This year, I want to turn everyone's attention to a harrowing statistic.…





