Monday, September 11, 2006

It's Our Anniversary

Today is 9-11-06, which makes today the 5th anniversary of THE 9-11.

I lived in New York City when The Towers Fell.

This country, and especially this city, has spent the last five years trying to figure out who owns this tragedy, who should have the most say. Trying to figure out how to mourn the loss of all those people, all that freedom, all that safety.

I don't know the answer to any of the above questions. All I know is that I will never forget that morning. I'm not talking about the images that we've all seen in the news. I'm talking about I will never forget that I was getting ready to go to work. I was a little late...per usual. I remember listening to "Morning Edition" on WNYC and I remember Andrea Bernstein telling me that there was a fire in one of the towers of the World Trade Center. I remember my roommate and I sitting in the living room...me in work clothes, she in pajamas...watching the horror unfold. I remember my roommate and I trying to contact all the theatre people we knew who were temping down there. I remember trying to contact my friend because his wife worked on the 10th floor of one of the towers. I remember the phones not working. I remember walking to the hospital because no one could...or wanted to...use the subway. I remember standing in line for hours to give blood. I remember being shocked that I could smell burning all the way in Harlem. I remember seeing pieces of burnt...paper...building...clothing? floating through the air. I remember all those "Missing" signs...there were so many signs.

The term "9-11" is mentioned every day in NYC news. There is constant talk about the Memorial, about health benefits to the Ground Zero workers, about construction of buildings around the footprint, about the release of more 911 recordings. I know there are lots of people in this world that need this day to stop and remember. But I'm not one of them; I can't seem to forget. I feel a little guilty for getting upset because I know there are thousands of families that have more "ownership" on today's grief. But perhaps 9-11 belongs to everyone who lived in this city on 9-11. Because every single person here will never forget what they were doing on that day. We will never forget.

1 comment:

whoami123 said...

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We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Whoami

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."