Remembering the genius of James Marshall “Jimi” Hendrix on the anniversary of his death

On Sunday, it was officially the anniversary of the death of Jimi Hendrix. He passed away in the wee hours in Notting Hill of the UK on September 18th, 1970.

It’s been 52 years since the mysterious death of one of the greatest musicians ever. James Marshall “Jimi” Hendrix was born on November 27, 1942 in Seattle, Washington. He served in the US Army for about a year at 18. He would be discharged.

Hendrix started playing guitar at 15. Eventually, he was part of a backing band for both the Isley Brothers and Little Richard. It was the latter who he played with until the middle of 1965. At 23, he then backed Curtis Knight and the Squires for about a year before relocating to England with Animals’ bassist Chas Chandler, who was his manager.

It was under the guidance of Chandler that Hendrix formed the Jimi Hendrix Experience along with drummer Mitch Mitchell and bassist Noel Redding in late 1966. The Experience quickly produced three top 10 hits in the UK. That included “Hey Joe”, “Purple Haze” and “The Wind Cries Mary”.

Somehow, Jimi Hendrix went from a virtual unknown to a world renowned must see act in stunning fashion. The Jimi Hendrix Experience released the memorable debut album appropriately entitled, Are You Experienced.

Considered by many to be one of the greatest albums of all-time, it defied logic. Well, if you’ve listened to Hendrix’ distorted sounds with amplifier feedback he created on the guitar, you can understand what made him a unique artist. But the chemistry he had with Mitchell and Redding is unmistakable.

Although they only had three albums with Axis: Bold As Love a very successful follow-up to Are You Experienced in 1967, they truly were amazing. Ironically, Electric Ladyland which eventually was named a studio Hendrix wanted to work on more new stuff in, became the third and final album the Experience ever released in ’68.

Although they were only together for three years, the Experience wowed audiences on tour with a style that was unlike anything else fans had seen. In fact, during a chance encounter in which he was introduced to Eric Clapton of Cream, Hendrix jammed on stage. Clapton walked away in astonishment due to Jimi’s unorthodox playing style. That’s how floored he was by Hendrix, who would become a close friend.

It’s poetic in a sense that Clapton and Hendrix would grow close. Especially after he felt Jimi’s guitar playing blew him away. Having been fortunate enough to see Clapton perform live in concert with Steve Winwood, Eric’s a living legend who is definitely in my top five list. I think it’s cool they were friends. You could feel it in how Clapton and Winwood did a great tribute of “Little Wing,” at Madison Square Garden in February 2009.

Anyone who’s heard Hendrix’s “Voodoo Chile” and “Voodoo Child”, can understand how rare an artist he was. But even more so, he never was bashful. If you’ve seen him interviewed by Dick Cavett, who brought attention to his guitar playing, Jimi was very humble. His reaction to it was that of a shy, soft spoken artist who had respect for his peers.

There are so many shows that are referenced. Monterey Pop Festival in 1967 brought him fame in the States. The awe inspiring energetic cover of “Wild Thing”, is remembered as one of the most iconic moments. It ended with Jimi setting his guitar on fire as a sacrifice. The reaction of the fans tells the story of disbelief.

It changed so much. Pretty soon, the demand for The Experience to play as a headliner became immense. Even though he was only around for four years, it’s amazing what he achieved along with Mitchell and Redding, who eventually left the Experience citing creative differences in 1969.

By the time Woodstock came, Hendrix remade the band by adding Army buddy Billy Cox who replaced Redding on bass. He also added Larry Lee as a rhythm guitarist and conga players Juma Sultan and Jerry Velez for the Woodstock Music Festival.

Although according to Mitchell they never connected musically, Hendrix’s performance as the final act remains memorable. They didn’t come on until 8 AM on Monday, August 18, 1969. Even with so many gone having left after the third day, the 30,000 to 40,000 who stayed got to witness a powerful rendition of the Star Spangled Banner by Hendrix, who used distortion and feedback to mimick rockets and bombs.

Having seen the performance on video many times, I’m always blown away by it. It’s hard to imagine what the audience who stayed felt in that moment. Of course, our Dad stayed for it. To think of what he would’ve missed.

One of my favorite things about that special performance is how they just went right into the electrifying “Purple Haze”. Unbelievable. I am partial to “Izabella”, which sounds phenomenal on the Live Woodstock album. I actually still have the cassette. 

The second link above is three different takes of “Izabella”, at the Shokan House. These were rehearsals for Woodstock. I’d say it worked out well. It was during that show that Hendrix came up with Gypsy Sun and Rainbows. For short, the Band of Gypsys. A bit different from the Experience.

Although they were only together a short time with Buddy Miles playing drums in place of Mitchell, they released one live album in 1970 as Hendrix was winding down due to many distractions including his reliance on drugs which drove Chandler away. The best track is the powerful “Machine Gun.” It sounds like a locomotive. “Hear My Train A Comin'”, is superb. That’s always been one of my favorites.

Under manager Michael Jeffery, things unraveled beyond repair. Having just watched an interesting documentary over the weekend, the insiders who were close to the situation indicated that Jeffery might’ve had mob ties. There was also the rumor that he gave Hendrix LSD before a disastrous live performance to sabotage the newly formed band. Something both Cox and Miles said.

Whatever the reason, Jeffery wasn’t satisfied with the lineup. He had hoped to reform the Experience which would then include Redding, who left on bad terms. Yet he was informed that Cox would play bass making his return useless in New York. Hendrix was said to prefer Cox at that point over Redding. Although, he indicated it wasn’t personal.

When Hendrix was found passed out in his hotel room on the morning of September 18, 1969, the stories don’t match up. Either he was discovered by close friend Monika Dannenman, who said she drove him back to her flat at 3 AM. Hendrix had not slept in over two days. He took some of her sleeping tablets. It’s believed he took as many as nine before they went to bed early in the morning.

Dannenman called for an ambulance at 11:18 AM after finding Hendrix unconscious. It arrived nine minutes later. He was transported to St Mary Abbots Hospital. He was pronounced dead by Dr. John Bannister at 12:45 PM.

The results of a post-mortem examination performed by a pathologist is that Hendrix died of asphyxia while intoxicated with barbiturates. The reasoning behind the untimely death is that he choked on his own vomit.

However, they declared it an open verdict due to “insufficient evidence of the circumstances.” What does that mean? Who knows. There also was the strange tale of them finding red wine in his lungs. He also could’ve been dear for hours which would not back up what Dannenman told authorities.

Whatever happened, Hendrix was gone. Taken too soon like Janis Joplin, who would die over two weeks later, he became part of the 27 Club. It includes Jim Morrison and Brian Jones. It’s taken on quite a stature with Kurt Cobain and Amy Winehouse added to the growing list that also claimed Canned Heat lead vocalist Alan “Blind Owl” Wilson and Ron “Pigpen” McKernan of The Grateful Dead.

There’s something nostalgic about great musicians who succumb at a young age. They’re remembered fondly for their work. In the classic case of Hendrix, he changed the way the guitar was played and was a huge influence on the rock and roll scene.

Hendrix wasn’t just outside the box. But he drew inspiration from friend Billy Davis (Rock Hall Of Fame), Chuck Berry, Muddy Waters, Elmore James and B.B. King. He appreciated the blues and was interested on going in that direction.

A posthumous album, The Cry of Love was released in 1971. Considered an authentic Hendrix album, it featured hits “Freedom”, “Ezy Ryder”, “Angel” and “Night Bird Flying.” They used several additional musicians including Redding and Miles to help complete it. Winwood is also on “Ezy Ryder”, doing backing vocals. He jammed with Hendrix when he was the lead singer for Traffic.

It’s interesting to note that some of the tracks were prominently featured on Voodoo Soup (1995) and First Rays of the New Rising Sun. Ironically both of which I still have. They were released two years apart.

Hendrix recorded most of the songs in the Electric Lady Studios located in Greenwich Village.

There’s so much more that can be said  on Hendrix. The great cover of Bob Dylan’s “All Along The Watchtower.” I also like his cover of “Like A Rolling Stone.” He did a nice cover of “Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band”, paying homage to The Beatles. Paul McCartney remarked that he was honored by it.

The final live American performance was in Maui, Hawaii on August 1, 1970. Unlike the final performances overseas where he lost control due to distractions which included a hostile crowd that forced the band off stage, Maui holds up well.

Even over half a century later, the music he created holds up. Jimi Hendrix remains all this time later. Like most legendary acts, his legacy remains one that stands out. Picture yourself sitting high above the clouds in a different dimension beyond comprehension. That’s what it’s like listening to Hendrix.

Legends Never Die. Legends Are Forever.

Jimi Hendrix (November 27, 1942 – September 18, 1970)

“The Real Heroes”

This is dedicated to all the heroes who risked everything 21 years ago today. To those lives lost and the families. We remember. 💜✨️⭐️🇺🇸

“The Real Heroes”

By Derek Felix AKA DFlex

The light still shines brightly
All of this time later today
We are forever linked together
By that symbolic day
No matter the pain and heartbreak
Our thoughts can never be shattered
When we’re reminded of the lives lost
We can only think of others that matter
Light a candle for those who are gone
But they’ll never ever be forgotten
We mustn’t forget what truly is important
Thank you to the real heroes
For all you did during those sad times
You are the ones whose stars still shine

In honor of the legendary Gary Brooker

Over the past weekend, a legendary voice passed away. Sadly, I didn’t know until it came across on my Twitter feed a couple of days later. To my astonishment, the legendary Gary Brooker of Procol Harum lost his battle with cancer on Feb. 19. He was 76.

Growing up in a home of classic music full of the British Invasion, our father was an avid fan of Procol Harum. In fact, his fandom dated back to the 60’s. Formed in 1967, their remarkable hit single “A Whiter Shade Of Pale,” became their biggest hit. It even sold over 10 million copies.

For good reason too. If you were lucky to attend a Procol Harum concert featuring the exquisite pipes of Brooker, whose piano playing made him smooth, then you know how special a song it is. I am glad I got to experience two live performances with Dad at the Westbury Theater in Long Island. What an unbelievable voice. Not to mention the band which made you feel all warm and fuzzy.

There was a unique wit and charm to Brooker that the crowd identified with. He and his superb band mates made you feel good. The energy they had could be felt. To think we last saw them a couple of years ago before the chaos that followed. That feels like an eternity now. I’m grateful to my Dad for introducing me to such an overlooked great band with one tremendous lead singer, who never lost his pipes. Timeless.

I wish I hadn’t had to break the news to our father the other night. But I knew and felt it was my obligation to tell him that one of his favorite musicians from his teens had passed. I too had no idea he battled cancer. It came as a great shock. So much so that at first, I didn’t want to believe it. I actually had to Google Gary Brooker to make sure. Even though I didn’t know him, he seemed like the kind of person who would play a gag. At the two shows we saw, I noticed him cracking jokes with his dry British wit. I wish it weren’t true.

Maybe it’s the fact that I experienced this special band and understood what Procol Harum was all about. Why Dad had gone out of his way to see them so many times over the years. At least 20. That’s as diehard as it gets. They don’t need to be recognized by a biased Rock Hall. Although I find it ironic that “A Whiter Shade Of Pale” was inducted into the new singles category in 2018. A well deserved recognition long overdue.

I have a special saying about certain people who have a great impact. Legends Never Die. Legends Are Forever! That fact will never die when it comes to Gary Brooker and Procol Harum. He might be gone off to a better place now. But his music shall live on forever and ever. That’s how I feel.

You can feel that way about a friend or someone famous who you identify with. I’ve always felt that towards Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Tupac Shakur, Bob Marley and Biggie Smalls. They might not be with us anymore. But their legend never dies. It lasts for all to see and for us to pass onto the next generation. That way they can understand the kind of special music there is. There are many examples. From artists to athletes to historical figures.

I wish I could bring Gary back for one final performance for Dad and people like him to give him one more send-off. Of course, that’s not possible. This happens all the time. It happened with Michael Jackson and Prince. Two unbelievable performers i grew up watching in the 80’s. Another great decade for music. We didn’t have it so bad. The 90’s rocked too. A shame many lead singers died young. All we have left is their music. That’s forever.

As much as I love “A Whiter Shade Of Pale,” I must say my favorite from Procol Harum is “A Salty Dog.” It’s a little shorter, but the way it’s played really makes you feel like you’re part of something. It has such an eerie sound and Brooker’s voice shines through as the music sounds like something out of a ship at sea. It’s mesmerizing. A very chilling song to listen to.

If only I could find the old pictures I took. That was my IPhone. I even had a few videos. That’s truly how special they were. The fun they had on the stage can’t be duplicated. He had this unreal chemistry with his guitarist, who I must say was quite good. Geoff Whitehorn joined the newly reformed band in 2001 with bassist Matt Pegg, drummer Mark Brzezicki and Josh Phillips on the keyboard. Geoff Dunn took over on drums. They toured and provided avid fans all over the world memories that’ll last a lifetime.

Sometimes, I wonder how such longtime acts survive. In most cases, they don’t remain intact. Certainly the case for Procol Harum with original member Matthew Fisher long gone after third album, “Salty Dog.” Ditto for original bassist David Knights. Keith Reid was a lyricist who co-wrote many of the band’s songs with Gary Brooker. Somewhat interestingly, he acknowledged that the dark tone of the words he wrote for “A Whiter Shade Of Pale,” was due to his family experience with the Holocaust. Chills.

I’m always amazed how much work goes into being successful over the long haul. Not everyone is The Rolling Stones. They’re on a different planet. Just to see two of my favorite 80’s groups Tears For Fears and Duran Duran back releasing new albums is inspiring. It’s exciting to listen to their new tracks and know they still have it.

Unfortunately, this post isn’t about that. It’s about honoring a legendary voice in Gary Brooker, who lasted the test of time. A man who stayed married to the same woman for the rest of their lives since 1968. That doesn’t happen in rock and roll. Brooker was a man who looked and sounded good half a century later. He didn’t party. He couldn’t have. He was intelligent.

It’s funny. I only saw Mr. Brooker and his band twice. But I feel like I knew him. He seemed like a cool bloke you could sit down with at a bar and have a shot with. That’s pretty awesome.

I know this one is tough on our father because of his love for Gary. I can see why. I hope this tribute helps. He’s never gone. He’s always with you. Forever. 💜✨⭐

Rest easy 💔 😢 Gary Brooker (1945 – 2022) 🙏✨

Heaven gets a real dawg in the legendary rapper DMX

DMX had a lasting impact on the classic New York City rap scene. He will always be legendary and fondly remembered. AP Photo by Def Jam

Life and Death. They intertwine. It’s part of what makes life so challenging. We have all experienced pain from the loss of a loved one. There’s nothing harder.

Whether it’s a sibling, family member or close friend, it hurts. The grieving process is one of the most difficult things for us to handle. Some will handle it better while others have a tougher time. I used to be able to be stronger. But the older you get, the harsher the reality becomes. More loss is felt. And naturally, we melt. Tears are shed. We pray for them to have eternal peace.

I’ve never felt sadder than when our friend Lindsay passed tragically. It will be 11 years next month. Where did all the time go? He was the kind of positive person who made you smile, laugh and appreciate everything. We still miss him. It gets harder every year for me to go visit his site Home Depot made for him. I think it’s only natural. It really hurts.

It seems that the older we get, we’re always attending wakes and eulogizing people we knew. Or in some cases, didn’t except we were there to support a friend through a difficult time. I guess what I’m saying is the past year has made it even worse. So many people in all walks of life dying. Many famous too. Some from COVID. Others due to tragedy. Or even losing a battle. There seems to be no difference between 2020 and 2021. It feels like the year doesn’t matter anymore.

Joining the list of the fallen is legendary NYC rapper DMX. I can’t speak for others. But for me and many of our inner circle, we loved the man known as Earl Simmons. A Yonkers native from Mount Vernon. For so long, New York has been the home of rap, producing such legendary acts like Run DMC, KRS-One, Rakim, LL Cool J, The Beastie Boys, MC Lyte, Craig Mack, Heavy D, Nas, Mobb Deep, Wu-Tang Clan, Biggie Smalls, Tupac Shakur (before he went to California), Busta Rhymes, Jadakiss, Jay Z, Aaliyah, Mary J. Blidge, Foxy Brown, Lil’ Kim, Big Pun, 50 Cent, Mase, Nicki Minaj, Mos Def, Cam’ron, AZ, etc.

The list of MC’s is long who made it in the city that never sleeps and plays for keeps. We’ve had our share of legendary rappers who came and conquered that are no longer with us. But their music and lasting legacy lives on in the spirit of the rap industry. So, when I put on a classic 2Pac or Biggie track, you better believe I’m raising the volume. Ditto for Big Pun, Craig Mack, Heavy D, Prodigy and Ol’ Dirty Bastard. I also loved Aaliyah and consider her the original queen of R&B. What a unique talent and voice. It’s hard to believe it’s been 20 years since her passing.

When I think of DMX, I’m instantly reminded of the energy and electricity he brought to each song. You could feel it coming through your speakers. His first album It’s Dark and Hell Is Hot was fire 🔥. I still have that memorable album on CD. I definitely need to find it and put in on full blast in tribute to Mr. Simmons.

Like many great albums, there’s not a bad song on it. I didn’t really know who he was until one day we heard him in college while hanging out and chilling like a villain who be killin’, willin’ n thrillin’. My own vibe. I loved his sound. He had a unique style all his own which is what these cats need to become successful. Every great rapper has one. DMX was all about his Dawgs. It worked. Somehow, he incorporated dogs barking in some of his material and it clicked.

So, what are some of my favorite tracks from DMX? Try “Stop Being Greedy”, which has such pure energy and a hypnotic beat along with X’s mad flow. The video comes at you fast and is fun. That’s my favorite song by him. But there’s many great ones.

“Ruff Ryders Anthem” is a classic. I also dig his “Prayer”, in which he takes a timeout to speak to the almighty. There’s something very poetic about that. I remember Mobb Deep doing similar back in the day. I still have that album.

“Where My Dogs At”, as seen above is a timeless classic by DMX with a cool beat. It has a bit of a spooky theme that feels like a foggy evening as he recites his poetry. That’s what rap is. It’s insightful and delightful lyrics that come straight from the heart playing on our emotions. Some of it very tragic true tales that’ll make us really think about life. The old school rapper was the realest one. They didn’t go on and on about money, diamonds and making it rain in every song. They spit the truth.

“Get At Me Dog”, was inspired by Snoop Dogg from a chance meeting at a club. The video and song comes at you hard. That’s how DMX did it. He was real and truly authentic. I miss this hard hitting style. There’s still Nas and Jadakiss. A few others who aren’t fake. I guess it depends on your preference. I will always feel that rap was never better than the 90’s. There were a lot of artists out there giving us different slants. Though the 2000’s also had a good run. Variety is always good. Originators innovate.

Stop, drop, shut’em down open up shop

Oh, no, that’s how Ruff Ryders roll

Legendary. Catchy too. “X Gon’ Give It To Ya.”

What a collaboration between Lil’ Kim and DMX with The Lox. This was hot. They flowed good together.

This is when rap videos were videos. He went hard.

I wish it didn’t turn out the way it did for him. As we know, DMX battled demons due to drug addiction. He was open and honest about his personal issues and wanted to become a better person.

Addiction is hard to kick for many. I take med to treat my anxiety. If I didn’t, I’d be screwed. The truth is drugs whether legal or not are so addictive that our body becomes too dependent on them. Withdrawal symptoms are very real and scary. I know from experience. It’s like the drug has you at its mercy. So do pharmaceutical companies. An important topic not discussed enough. Especially with mental health suffering over the past year.

Of course when you’re rich and famous hanging out with many leeches who don’t have your best interests, drugs are readily available. How many musicians have succumbed to that lifestyle? I don’t pretend to know whether that’s why DMX suffered a heart attack last week and passed away early today.

What I do know is how toxic the media has become by jumping the gun and reporting his death prematurely. Totally classless and unprofessional. Everyone has to be first to report the bad news. They’re like vultures. The same as the snakes who hang around our favorite artists or actors and push drugs, enabling the addicts. It’s very sad.

I would rather remember Earl Simmons as a great rapper who made a difference. He was DMX to all of us. A hungry dog in a Wolfpack who brought out the smiles and laughs we needed thanks to his amazing style.

Life should be celebrated. They did for Christopher Wallace when they learned of his tragic death in ’97. Playing his music and blasting it as a tribute to Biggie which made his Mom so appreciative and proud. Her son was unbelievable.

Of course, death is sad and hurts. I eulogized my old coworker Kola in this space the other day. He embodied that same great human spirit that is alive in many of us. The one they’re trying to destroy. My advice is simple. Don’t let them.

Enjoy each day to the fullest. Appreciate who you have. Surround yourselves with angels. That’s what your Inner Circle truly is. Do what makes you happy when you can. It’ll help tremendously.

Thank you DMX for what you brought to the radio airwaves and to so many fans. That infectious energy and personality will never be forgotten. You will always be legendary. And #LegendsNeverDie.

Legends Are F💜rever.

RIP 🙏EARL SIMMONS AKA DMX

(Dec. 18, 1970 – Apr. 9, 2021)

When your heart breaks for someone you knew

I suppose it’s appropriate that I’m listening to 2Pac tonight. It was a brief while ago that I learned that a former coworker I knew passed away recently on Facebook. 😞😓

At our old job, I can honestly say some of my best times were spent working a couple of seats over from Kola. A kindhearted, intelligent and funny person who always brought positive energy to the workplace. On days the job was challenging, he was a bundle of fresh air.

When I reflect back on the few years we worked together at the call center here in Shaolin, those were fun times. I always felt his enthusiasm rubbed off in our row. True enough, that’s when I was most successful.

It wasn’t just about making money on commission though. There were interesting stories and intriguing dialog that made those days fun. You didn’t feel as stressed. You could do the job with a smile or laugh.

It is stunning that he’s no longer with us. As recent as last year, I caught up with Kola. As it turned out, we shared a common issue involving mental health. Anxiety and depression can make life very challenging. Especially over the last year. I still struggle with all the strict enforcement of masks because I have trouble breathing in the masks when the weather warms up. Mental Health Awareness is not being covered enough.

When he reached out to me, I was there to help out the best I could. It was good to catch up. He was very open and honest about some of the health problems he was dealing with. I just never thought a year later, I’d be writing this.

Kola wasn’t very old. I can still remember turning out for his 25th birthday. He was so appreciative even though I made it towards the end. That’s the kind of good soul he was. It honestly feels like a bad dream. The second coworker we’ve lost over six months. Both extremely nice and funny.

I just wish I had known. What if I’d kept in touch? It had been about a year since we last saw each other. Good chats while discussing our anxiety issues. Plus other stuff. Of course, maybe there was nothing I could’ve done. It just hits different. I’m heartbroken. My heart goes out to his family.

How I wish this didn’t happen. It seems like only the good ones go early. It’s crazy. Given my own personal demons, I learned long ago never to take any day for granted. Whether it’s good or bad, they all count the same. It MATTERS!

We are all day-to-day. Some days are better than others. I wish my friend the peace from the pain and suffering he experienced. But I also wish he was still here. I hurt for his family and friends. Those who knew him knew what a down to earth person he truly was. Authentic in every sense.

It hurts. I feel terrible. 😪 I want to dedicate another 2Pac song to conclude this tribute post.

RIP 🙏 Kola

Honoring the memories of true heroes 19 Years later

On September 11, 2001, our lives were changed forever here in New York City. It’s hard to believe 19 years have gone by since the terrorist attacks on 9/11.

I still get choked up thinking about that horrible tragedy. Emotions are reduced to tears for many of us. In the face of one of the worst days in American history, an attack on our country was an attack on our freedom.

That day can never be forgotten. Sadly, i see a certain group of people who want to forget it ever existed. It happened right in the heart of our great city. They knocked down the Twin Towers taking many innocent lives for no reason. I’ll never ever forget it. How helpless I felt stuck at the Bayonne light rail watching in shock as the World Trade Center plummeted into rubble and smoke.

I feel lucky to have never lost anyone close to my family. However, there are many families who weren’t so fortunate. If it weren’t for the brave heroes of the FDNY, NYPD and Emergency Medical Workers, even more lives would’ve been lost. They’re the true heroes. The shining stars who sacrifice everything even if it costs them their lives due to the health risks we later learned about. ⭐️💜

I still get upset thinking about it. You don’t just pretend it didn’t happen. There is no moving on from that tragic day. One that impacted not only New York, New Jersey and Connecticut. But Washington, DC and Pennsylvania. The Pentagon was attacked too.

It’s still so crazy and unbelievable. But we experienced the worst attack on American soil since Pearl Harbor, which led to the United States’ involvement in World War II. What if that never occurred? As a Jewish person whose family has Eastern European roots, I cringe thinking about it.

Maybe it’s the way things are now or perhaps it’s how irresponsible the mainstream media has become. Whatever the reason, they don’t care enough about that day. They would rather incite more divisiveness with dishonest messages that do the exact opposite of unify the people. It’s an embarrassment.

I don’t care what side you’re on. In one of the worst moments ever, we were united as one. It didn’t matter. We were better during that time. Now, educators aren’t doing a good job because they’re too busy trying to tear us apart with liberal rhetoric. How can we learn to respect each other if they are falsely teaching students to hate America? I see it continuing to be spread even by young people who are misinformed and being negatively influenced by news media outlets.

At some point, enough is enough. If you don’t take a moment out of today and reflect on the 19-Year Anniversary of 9/11, you aren’t authentic. The genuine people will due to its significance.

I’ll have a moment of silence for all the victims. It’s the right thing to do. Even if they didn’t even want to honor 19 years with the traditional lights in the sky due to the ridiculous Covid crap. Pretty pathetic that the 9/11 Foundation had to be pressured due to the negative reaction from true New Yorkers who still care about what’s right.

It’s not like our elected officials running NYC do. They’re too busy blaming the President for everything and taking no responsibility. Zero accountability.

I want our city back. Not what it’s become. It oughta be run different. Mayor Giuliani remains someone I admire for how he handled that situation. That is someone who deserves respect for cleaning up this city and not backing down.

Whatever you do today, please think of others who aren’t here. But in spirit. That’s what makes this place the best in the world. We gotta start somewhere.