I don’t like seeing pictures of it to be honest. It really is like yesterday. The sky was a vivid blue. I worked at Lincoln Center, the Metropolitan Opera. When I walked in that morning the office secretary had her computer on and said a plane flew into the Twin Towers. To be honest I thought she meant some small plane had crashed into it. We soon found out the truth. After awhile we evacuated out to our CFO’s apartment she very kindly asked us to go there with her. We all sat in her living room watching these iconic towers blow up and crumble to dust. I tried to reach my husband who was working in the village at the time on Bleeker street and had our car. A lot of the phone service was out because they had their antennae on the top of the tower. Finally his cousin got me and told me to meet him there. It took two hours walking towards the towers. We had no idea what was going on but as I walked I saw the smoke and rubble coming from where the towers once stood. People went by me covered in white powder a look of shock on all their faces. I can’t imagine what they had just experienced. We had no idea then how truly awful the situation was. When I got to Washington Square park not far from his office I heard military jets overhead. Growing up a GI brat I knew exactly what they were. Now I assumed the country was under attack. We had no idea if there was going to be more attacks or bombs or anything else. When I got to his office my husband and I got in the car to try to get home to Queens twenty five miles away from the city. We managed to get on the FDR drive and it was really eery. The usually busy highway was deserted. Approaching La Guardia and JFK airports two of the busiests on the East Coast there was nothing. When we finally got home we sat in front of the television watching the broadcast of our city not knowing if it would still be there in the morning.
My husband is a funeral director. All of the hospitals were prepared as well as funeral homes. They were not needed. Into the months following he would get the remains sometimes just small body parts that had been identified for funerals.
Today there is a memorial on the site. Two huge reflecting pools where the buildings were. The number of names is mind boggling. The tragic stories behind those names haunt me still. Every year those names are called out in cadence. The pit has been filled but this city will never be the same.
You asked and that was my experience. I hope to never experience something like that again.
In one of her comments on another post, Alaina was talking about seeing a bunch of military tanks practicing for a martial law takeover. In America, I am hearing of an increasing number of incidents like this. I try to avoid the news (and don’t have cable so I can’t watch TV), but there’s an increasing and unavoidable sense of panic that our nation may be on the brink of a removal of all our freedoms as martial law becomes the norm rather than the exception. It’s very frightening.
But what I really want to talk about is the feeling of unreality and dissociation that accompanies seeing something like that. Alaina said when she saw the tanks, she felt as if…
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