11/09/2026
"On 11 September 2001, I was in a school that no longer exists. Mrs Murphy’s fourth-grade class was located on the top floor of my hometown’s elementary school, in a building that was razed and rebuilt several years after I left. I was ten years old. The world I inhabited when I went to school that morning? I never saw it again. What does a ten-year-old know about terrorism inside the US on the scale of the 9/11 attacks? Americans and the world were transfixed by the apocalyptic images from New York City—helpless passengers perishing in a wicked collision of flames and charred wreckage, pillars of smoke, thick clouds of soot swallowing entire streets as people scampered away in terror.
Young Americans like me lived in a world premised on American supremacy and its geographic insulation from physical threats. The terrorist attacks that occurred in Jerusalem, London, Paris, Belfast, Athens, and Rome had never penetrated the American shield before. In the opening years of the 21st century, the Western world was still basking in the post-Cold War euphoria of unfettered globalisation—borderless travel, free trade, and the assumption that inter-state conflict had finally been rendered obsolete by the unstoppable march of liberalism, capitalism, and democratisation. Those illusions and the idealistic dreams of a world freed from the Hobbesian forces of history were shattered on 11 September. The living memory of a Cold War stalemate produced by the fear of mutually assured nuclear destruction gave way to newer fears of stateless jihadi terrorism, fuelled by digital propagandising. The enemy in the new century was at once more intimate and apparently omnipresent."
Reflections on a morning that changed the world as we knew it.