My brother was flying from Minneapolis to Boston when the planes hit the Twin Towers. His flight was diverted to Chicago where everyone scrambled to get a rental car. You had guys in suits standing in the rental lot with their thumbs out looking for anyone who had space and would give them a ride. My brother ended up sharing a van with 5 other guys as they made their way back to Minneapolis.
When the planes started flying again he commented on the quiet uneasiness as passengers boarded planes. There was still this lingering fear and anxiety about flying but at the same time they knew that if they didn't board those planes the Terrorists would win.
Along with that came the racial profiling. If someone looked like a Muslim someone would alert a flight attendant and ask why he was allowed on board. It got ugly sometimes he would say.
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