Remembering September 11, 2001

NY Picture Twin TowersI’m not much of a traveler, mainly because I dislike car trips and my other half hates to fly. But about fifteen years ago, we flew to New York for a weekend with a very good friend of ours. While there, we took in the sights of the city, a show (Miss Saigon) and generally had a wonderful time. We spent a little time down in the Village, which was where I bought the picture you see here from one of the many sidewalk artists we ran across. I chose this particular picture for a couple of reasons. One, it captured the essence of the city. Second, it matched the decor of my family room 🙂

AllSep 11 these years later, the picture still hangs in my home, although today it brings back a different image. One of what was – before September 11, 2001. I still recall the phone call that I got that morning, telling me to turn on the TV. I watched in horror as the second plane approached and then hit the second tower. Here, on American soil, terrorists had attacked. I had a hard time believing what I was seeing. How could this be? I sat glued to the TV the rest of the day, and the next, as more information came to light about this.

Sep 11 Pentagon.It wasn’t just New York. These crazies also attacked the Pentagon. How could this have happened? Sure, we all read about terrorist attacks on other countries, but how could it happen here? Little by little, the details began to emerge. There was a fourth plane, one that may have been headed to the White House but crashed in Pennsylvania instead.

Sep 11 timelineNew words were added to our vocabulary – Al Quaida, Osama Bin Laden. We relearned the definition of an old one – hero. We came together as a country, unlike any time since World War II. We were united in our grief for the loss of lives so senselessly, in our anger that someone would dare to attack us on our own soil – and in our fear that such a thing could happen again.

On this, the fifth anniversary of the attacks, let us remember what it felt like to be a united nation, one in which we were all just Americans. Let us strive to re-establish that unity, and throw off the fear. Let us not forget those who perished, for no other reason than that they were Americans.

And let us vow to bring to justice the man behind the attacks

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3 thoughts on “Remembering September 11, 2001

  1. This country will never begin to heal from 9/11 until Osama bin Laden is brought to task for his crimes against humanity. How many more years will we have 9/11 memorials and have to ask ourselves “Where is Osama?” We begin the healing progess when he and his gang is brought to justice – not a day before! Why don’t our leaders realize this?

  2. After all the politicing and pandering of yesterday, today is the 12th, it is a relief to read your eloquent words. By all means, let us remember what it felt like to be united but let us also be aware that there are those among us who will use the attacks to divide us. There are those to whom the events of 9/11/01 are nothing more than a political opportunity to grab power.

    On September 11th 2001 I was living on the corner of 13th Street and Wisconsin in DC. I’m a native New Yorker. I watched as the streets of DC filled up with National Guard vehicles and people in uniforms with automatic weapons. I watched as my two beautiful cities became war zones. People flooded the streets trying to get home in a daze. Slightly crazed from fear but there was also this other worldliness about it. Before long my living room filled up with friends who realized there was no getting home that day. So, I opened the drapes and we watched the street, had the tv on in the background and I cooked. What else could I do? I could only comfort people in the only way I could; in the ancient tradition of women, I fed them.

    My mother said it reminded her of Pearl Harbor. We were all scared beyond belief. It wasn’t until later that I learned that people I knew were in those towers. Now, it was personal. It had gone beyond the abstract. It was no longer abstract when months later I attended the service for a friend whose remains were never recovered. His children are five years older now but there has been no closure for them. No resolution. No satisfaction that the people responsible have been caught and punished.

    Maybe, like that day, there’s just no going home.

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