On previous anniversaries I’ve blogged about where I was on Sept 11, 2001 and how I spent the day. I’ve blogged about my thoughts for all of those affected by the disaster. Today, amid an atmosphere so polarized, I want to remember the day after – Sept. 12th. When I was a kid my grandparents’ generation talked about how America rallied together during the war. There was a feeling of unity that they remembered well. On Sept. 12th, I walked through my neighborhood in Overland Park, KS to get some fresh air. Every house, every single one, displayed the red, white and blue. No one’s house was Republican or Democrat, Christian or Muslim, White or Black – we were Americans. We were united in the way I imagined when my grandparents talked about the war. I spent the day of Sept. 11th, and several of the following days, doing stories from the American heartland for the South China Morning Post. I remember doing one about flag sales and how Americans were displaying the flags. By Sept. 12...