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Being There

1.

I watched the destruction in lower Manhattan from a pier on the East River. Overhead military jets made a pointless show of force while on the ground sirens roared from every direction. The second tower had just fallen.

I watched these events unfold with a group of strangers. Some crying, some silent, others calling for revenge. Anger was the dominate emotion that day even though we didn’t know where or to whom it should be directed. 

As we stared in disbelief, a girl on roller skates weaved between us echoing news reports from an in-ear radio. We talked for an hour after the others had left. I learned the word, “Tal-ee-ban.” I never learned her name.

By then our cell phones were unusable. The WTC telephone relay station was in flames. The circuits that remained were overwhelmed. I wouldn’t learn of my wife’s early morning car accident in Chicago until late in the day, the news of which was triangulated via my mother in Texas. 

I spent every waking moment glued to television. And waiting for her to return, which she finally did via Amtrak with Spike Lee in the seat nearby.

2.

The Twin Towers once cast giant shadows across the narrow streets of the financial district, which is to say, those streets became much brighter post-9/11. Apart from the epic destruction, the change in light was the first thing I noticed.

Six months later that wreckage still smoldered, long after the military blockades had been lifted, after the news returned to its regularly scheduled programming. But in New York the conversation continued. You heard it in every restaurant, on the subway, on the street. And of course, it turned political, bifurcating along party lines with one camp promoting cartoonish revenge and the other asking for peace. 

3.

Earlier that year I arrived for a 7am consulting assignment in the North Tower of the World Trade Center.  I encountered a lobby humming with activity. Shoppers. Suits. It took three elevators to reach the 85th floor. Inside the windows were narrow slits. It felt like a prison.

I would later learn that the employees from that office all made it out alive. Something about the ventilation system in their office differing from others down the hall. The jet fuel never reached their lungs.

A friend who took later worked in that same office happened to oversleep that day. He described watching the towers burn and collapse from the comfort of his SOHO terrace while getting shit-faced on gin cocktails. 

4.

343 New York City Firefighters and EMTs died on September 11th: 343 really awesome men and women, heroes and fathers, mothers, sons and daughters. Mayor Giuliani attended funerals for 200 of them.

Less than 10% of the nearly 2800 people who died there were actually found in tact. The rest were among the more than 19,000 body parts recovered.

It cost over eight billion dollars to clean up the debris of the World Trade Center including the extensive repairs to the subways below. They removed 1.5 million tons of debris.

3051 children lost a parent.

They say never forget but really, how could you?

Rest in Power

 

 

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