I worked at Ground Zero: 🧵
This whole section of Manhattan was closed for blocks and you could only get down there with proper credentials. So, the people you met were all working there.
I will never forget the stench and the sheer scale of the disaster site. Seventeen acres, as I recall. But there prevailed among all the FDNY, NYPD, secret service, PANY, and volunteers an incredible sense of unity unlike anything I have experienced since. People from all walks of life were unified in their rage, compassion, desire to do something, and their love of country.
One of my most enduring memories is the fact that people were asking questions about the nature of evil, eternal justice, Hell, Islam, and God. You worked all day, and a restaurant, closed to the public, was set aside just for all of us. After an initial convo with a guy over a rapidly served dinner, he told other officers about me and, next thing I knew, he appeared and asked if he could sit down and talk with me — and then another, and so on.
These were incredible, meaningful discussions. They weren’t debates. Being in the rumble of Ground Zero, finding bodies, losing friends, and the aforementioned stench, made people working there reflect on life’s Big Questions deeply. No one was interested in trivialities. Here’s a sample:
• “I’m told you’re a guy who knows the Bible. Tell me, is there a Hell? I want there to be a Hell because I want the comfort of knowing these people are suffering there.”
• “Why does God allow suffering?”
• “I think I always kind of accepted the idea that man is basically good. I don’t believe that anymore.”
• “Is there really a God who will one day judge this? I want justice for these victims.”
• “What the f—k is Islam really about?”
New Yorkers were moved by the outpouring of assistance from all over the country. One said to me: “I ain’t never been to no f—king Alabama before. But I f—king love people from Alabama now!”
Another powerful memory for me is getting an invitation to visit the firemen at Engine/Ladder 10. Their station sat at the base of the towers. They lost men on September 11th. So, I took their invitation seriously. They were somber, but kind and gentle. They took me onto the roof to give me the birds-eye view. We all wept. You simply couldn’t do otherwise.
I’ll never forget that experience. To this day an NYPD hat hangs proudly on my wall. The authentic ones were, at the time, highly sought after, and an officer presented it to me in a tender, emotional moment when I told him my time there was at an end and I had to go back home.
Now, however, that unity has dissolved under the carefully orchestrated acids of Leftist cynicism — just like the unity after the Charlie Kirk Memorial Service.
Today I gave a keynote address on the subject of September 11th and Islam. (It will appear as a podcast here and on my YT channel on Tuesday morning.) My objective: to give a firsthand, bare-knuckled account of Islam. You see, for Muslims the Crusades never ended, and every terrorist attack from September 11th to the systematic r8p3 of 250k British (white) girls is all perfectly consistent with orthodox Islamic teaching.
To defeat it, we must:
• Raise the bar on what constitutes courage. I am sick and tired of hearing about how some podcaster is courageous for speaking out against Islam as they sit in the comfort of their studio. That’s a low bar. That’s the least anyone can do. Risk your job and I’ll be (sort of) impressed. I’ll be really impressed if you risk your life. Our forebears defeated Islam because they were willing die in stopping its westward advance. Muslims are willing to die for their fake god. Are you willing to die for your real One? Read about the Siege of Malta in 1565 to get a baseline.
• We need clever lawyers to make a legal case for denying Islam the respectability of a religion.
• We need a third Great Awakening. Secularism is no match for Islam.
• Educate yourself.
May God bless America!