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Basketball is a global game with 135 years of history, and the NBA is unquestionably the greatest basketball league in the world. The game and the league have positioned Oklahoma City’s unique brand on the global stage.
Much of that visibility wouldn’t be possible without the team success our championship Thunder have enjoyed. That success would not be possible without some of the greatest players in the world wearing “Oklahoma City” across their chest.
For the second year in a row, the greatest player on the greatest team in the greatest league is ours. Congratulations to Shai Gilgeous-Alexander, our Oklahoma City Thunder MVP. It is my honor to once again proclaim that today is “Shai Gilgeous-Alexander Day” in Oklahoma City.
Today marks Nakba Day, an annual day of remembrance to commemorate the expulsion of more than 700,000 Palestinians between 1947 and 1949 during the creation of the State of Israel and the year that followed.
Inea is a New Yorker and a Nakba survivor. She shared her story with us — one of home, tradition and memory over generations.
The White House says they will “identify and neutralise” political groups that are anti-American, “radically pro-transgender” and anarchist.
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We remember.
Today, we honor the 168 lives lost in Oklahoma City on April 19, 1995, and the strength that carried Oklahoma forward. In the face of unimaginable tragedy, Oklahoma chose compassion, strength, and unity.
That spirit endures three decades later in how we serve, support one another, and move forward together.
#WeRemember
To my Oklahoma family;
this piece comes straight from the heart.
I hope you’ll take a moment to read it and feel what I felt.
Thank you for allowing me to be a small part of it.
I came to @okcthunder to play basketball. I left carrying 168 lives.
When I was traded to the Oklahoma City Thunder, I was thinking about basketball, nothing more.
I didn’t know that before I ever stepped on the court, this place would show me something that would stay with me far longer than any game.
Like any player, my mind was on the game. A new team, a new city, a new opportunity. I expected the usual routine when I landed in Oklahoma City. Physicals, practices, meetings, and a jersey waiting in a locker.
But before any of that, Sam Presti pulled me aside and told me there was somewhere we needed to go.
He didn’t explain much, and I didn’t think to ask. I was focused on the next step in my career.
What I didn’t understand was that, before I could represent the place I was about to play for, I needed to understand it.
So instead of heading to the facility, he took me to the Oklahoma City National Memorial & Museum.
I walked in without knowing what I was about to see, and within minutes, everything slowed down.
There are 168 chairs at the memorial, each one representing a life lost on April 19, 1995. They are arranged in quiet rows, each engraved with a name, each standing where a person once stood in that building. Then you notice something that is impossible to process the first time you see it. Some of the chairs are smaller.
They belong to children.
There is no speech that prepares you for that, no headline that captures it. You simply stand there, and the silence carries a kind of weight that is hard to describe but impossible to ignore.
As you walk through the memorial, you pass between two gates marked 9:01 and 9:03. At first, they seem like simple numbers, but then you understand what they hold. One marks the last minute before the attack. The other marks the first minute after. And in between those two gates is 9:02, the moment when everything changed.
That minute does not feel like history when you are standing there. It feels present.
The reflecting pool stretches across what used to be a city street, its surface calm and still. When you look into it, you do not just see water. You see yourself standing in a place where unimaginable loss occurred, and for a moment, everything else in your life becomes quieter.
Nearby stands the Survivor Tree, an American elm that was damaged in the blast but endured. It is not untouched. Its scars are part of what it represents. But it is still standing, and in that, it carries a kind of strength that does not need to be explained.
We did not speak much while we were inside. It did not feel like a place for conversation. Some places ask for words. This one asks for reflection.
When we stepped outside, Sam Presti looked me in the eye and said, “This is what this state has been through.”
Then he said something I will never forget.
“Every time you step on that court, you are not just playing in front of fans. You are playing for a state that carries this with it. Give them everything you have. They deserve that.”
In that moment, basketball felt different.
Not smaller, but clearer.
Because what I had just seen was not only about what was lost. It was about what remained. A state that had experienced unimaginable pain and still chose to come together, to rebuild, and to move forward without losing its humanity.
From that day on, every time I stepped on the court, I carried that with me.
On the nights when I was tired, when I was hurt, when I was dealing with challenges that felt heavy in the moment, I would think about those chairs, about that minute, about the people behind those names. And I was reminded that what I was going through did not compare to what this state had endured.
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Today, the FBI joins the nation in remembering the victims of the 1995 bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City. The blast destroyed most of the nine-story building, injuring hundreds of people and taking the lives of 168, making it the deadliest act of homegrown terrorism in U.S. history. The FBI immediately responded to help, and the lessons learned shaped our approach to terrorism investigations in the years that followed. Learn more at https://t.co/yU7LM7on2b.
This picture broke my heart and made me tear up.
This is what the @okcthunder means to the state of Oklahoma.
A child wrote a letter to their dad.
Wishing they could watch a Thunder game together.
Wishing for one more moment that can never come back.
Today, when the Thunder step on that court, it’s bigger than a playoff game.
It’s about a community.
It’s about memory.
It’s about carrying each other forward.
It’s more than basketball.
It’s fathers and daughters. Mothers and sons. Families holding on to something that still connects them.
That’s what people don’t always understand about Oklahoma.
April 19th is not just a date here. It’s something people carry with them.
168 lives taken. Families changed forever.
A pain that never fully leaves, but a strength that never fades.
When I see this chair, and that jersey, and those words, I don’t just see loss. I see love that never disappeared.
Oklahoma doesn’t forget.
#Oklahoma stands together.
And today, we remember.
#ThunderUp
Eight children between the ages of 1 and 14 were killed by a man in Louisiana in domestic violence shootings this morning.
It marks the United States’ deadliest mass shooting in over two years. The suspect was shot dead by police.
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