On 9/11, I mourn the lost, I remember where I was that morning, all that happened that day, the singed spreadsheets falling from the sky in my Brooklyn neighborhood that afternoon. But my sorrow is now more for the errors we made afterwards. We embraced hate, fear and violence.

The scars on the body of this nation from the attack itself are harder to see than the still active wounds from our misadventures in Iraq and Afghanistan, in the outcomes in Syria, in the memory of Gitmo and Abu Ghraib.

The surveillance state, the anti-immigrant fervor, the militarization of our local police, the opportunity cost to investing trillions in war- we took the attack of 9/11 and used it to harm ourselves in ways Osama bin Laden could never have imagined.