A beautiful September day like today, working in Dexter Manor highrise. Every TV had a group of worried tenants around it, wondering what would happen next. I was glad that my work mattered to me, and decided to work the best I could to spite whoever had done this. I worried about my child at school.
Walking around Providence, went to my church. The minister had the doors open and candles lit for anyone who needed a place to not be alone. I left and passed another open church, then walked into a church full of people singing and praying.
For the first time I saw the people on the sidewalks, in the cars, in the churches, as Americans — no more no less.
Three thousand working people in New York City murdered by hate and fanaticism. I knew the world would be worse, a line was crossed. Itâ€™s the world we live in now.