New York is not just another city trying out new ideas. It is the city that watched its skyline burn. It is the city that still speaks the names of nearly 3,000 people slaughtered in an attack the world will never forget. So when the Islamic call to prayer starts echoing through neighborhoods at five in the morning, I am not going to nod politely and call it “just inclusion.” In New York, nothing tied to that history is ever just anything.