8 months after, the New York Times finally made me understand the chaos inside the towers – an extraordinary piece of research and writing. I’ll give you the link below.
Everyone has a story of 9/11. This photo was from a forgotten roll of film Rob & Brenda Usdin took, found and finally developed with a due date of Sept. 11, 2001. They had no idea what was on it, when they picked it up on September 12th. This is what was on it. It fits my mood.
My cousin Barb posted a photo of herself dancing on the observation deck in 1983, 18 years before. Flight attendants were remembered this morning, by union leaders remembering union sisters and brothers. All across New Jersey, names are recited.
MSNBC is replaying the Today show’s coverage as new layers of horror unfolded live and in real time. It’s what I was watching 11 years ago, as I was visiting my mother in Michigan. “Turn on the TV,” said my mother’s friend Iris that morning. What channel? “Oh, honey – it’s on every channel.”
But all the cameras are at a distance. Sometimes they try to zoom in closer, but the moving specks the camera picks up might be people jumping. The camera pulls back.
It’s irrational, but I always felt out-of-place not being here, when people I know and care about felt under attack. Not under attack as watched on TV, but under attack where they live, work, go to school. There are people in mourning today; for them this day isn’t about the horror unfolding on small flickering screens, but to husbands and sons, wives, daughters and sisters.
Eight months after 9/11, the New York Times published an extraordinary piece of journalism. Using phone and BlackBerry conversations, emails and voicemail, reporters reconstructed the final 102 minutes of what happened inside those towers, when people called their loved ones, what they said, what they realized, what they said was happening.
Fighting to Live as the Towers Died. Read it, read it, read it.
Rest in Peace, Simon Dedvukaj, all first responders, all our friends lost on that day.