What I Remember...
[bejata is still under construction, but we pause to mark the occasion.]
What I remember most about September 11 was that it started out as just a beautiful day weather wise. Not too hot, not too cold, a picture perfect blue sky and not a cloud in sight. Simply gorgeous.
I woke up excited because it was election day. The party primaries were being held, and that year because of term limits, the entire New York City government was going to be overhauled. After too many damn years of Giuliani we would get a new mayor, public advocate, comptroller, borough presidents and almost the entire city council. I had been active in a brand new political organization, the Out People of Color Political Action Club and we had made our first endorsements and were aggressively trying to get out behind our candidates. So I wanted to start my day by getting to the polls to cast my vote before heading downtown to work.
On any other day I leave my apartment building, walk west to Broadway then down five blocks to take the 9 train to my office. But my polling station was a block east. After voting, I thought it was too much trouble to retrace my steps, so decided to continue east another block and take the local C train to work instead. It would place me about the same distance from my office, just on another street, and I'd get a different perspective on the morning commute.
The train pulled into the station at 8th Avenue and 25th Street at about 8:50 am. I climbed the stairs to the street and saw a group of people standing in the intersection, all looking southward. I looked up and saw a clear view of the Twin Towers. However the North Tower had a gaping hole in it and smoke was slowly billowing out.
A crossing guard mentioned that a plane had just hit the building. My first thought was to the story of the airplane that hit the Empire State Building sometime back in the 1940's. But that happened during a fog. This was a clear day. I also thought, maybe it was a small private plane like a Cessna, but then as I stared I realized that gaping whole was several stories wide. I looked at my watch, it was now five minutes to 9, and I remember thinking, "I just hope not too many people have gotten to work yet."
I had a 10:30 training session to conduct with a client over in Brooklyn and needed to get to my office, but I still wanted to find out more about what was going on. When I arrived, none of my co-workers were even aware that the plane had hit. We didn't have a tv or radio in our area, so I tried the only way I knew how, the Internet. Nothing there yet.
I continued to prepare for my appointment when a few minutes later another co-worker came through with information that a second plane had hit the other tower. Shock and disbelief was my reaction, with fear creeping up fast. This was not an accident and we all realized that instantly.
My office was on the 9th Floor, but our main office was up on 12, so many of us went up there where there was a tv set in the kitchen. We got news on that showed the smoking buildings and told us whatever they knew, which wasn't much. Outside, you could hear sirens racing down 7th Avenue, and a palpable fear gripped everyone in the room. Outside our kitchen window we have a clear and unobstructed view of the Empire State Building just a few blocks over, and no one knew if that would be another target.
As can be expected when you have little to no information, speculation runs rampant. As word that a third plane had struck the Pentagon down in Washington, we knew we were under attack, but from who? How many more were coming? When and where? All the while there was no one telling us what the hell was happening and what to do to be safe.
As a staff of social service workers who have a responsibility to help other people through crises, we tried to keep brave faces on, but tears and just-below-the-surface hysteria were getting the best of us. A consultant we used who was in to conduct a training that day, was in near panic. Her company office was in the Towers and her co-workers were all back there. I clearly recall wondering if I was going to die that day. I thought about how at 41 years old I still had things I wanted to do, but no certainty at that moment I'd ever get a chance to do them. I thought about how I don't have any family in New York and that I might not get a chance to say goodbye to my loved ones. We just didn't know what was happening and how long it would continue.
There is a blurriness to my memory now as to what happened between the time the plane hit the Pentagon and the 10:00 hour when we were told we could go home. We were all just trying to get information and figure out what to do. The subways had been shut down and bridges and tunnels closed, so traffic was not going in or out of NYC at all. Ever the responsible one, I tried to contact my 10:30 appointment to tell them I wouldn't be able to get there, but apparently they had already vacated or just not come in because I only got voicemail. I would find out days later, the husband of one of the people I was to meet with narrowly got out of the Towers alive. Also, had I left for my appointment, my train to Brooklyn would have taken me directly under the World Trade Center.
Again, with blurry recollection, I remember being up in the office kitchen with everyone else, as we watched the tv images of the first Tower collapsing. Screaming, crying and wide-eyed amazement was all we could manage. I felt my heart racing but my breath unable to keep pace. What in the world was happening. This was like a very bad dream, a very scary movie I didn't want to see any more. What else was going to happen?
They told us to go home. There was nothing we could do there and if we had family, surely we'd want to be with them now. I don't remember if we had to walk down 12 flights or if elevators were still operating, but I wound up on the 26th Street side of the building with a co-worker. She and I both lived way uptown and had no idea how we were getting home. We decided we'd walk to 6th Avenue to see if we could get the #5 bus.
As we got close to the intersection, a wave of people began running south, stopping to look up. We ran too to see what was up, and as I got there, a cloud of dust and debris was forming at the top of the remaining tower. An image that can only be described as surreal unfolded before my eyes as the second tower collapsed onto itself, one floor at a time, reduced to rubble in what were mere seconds. Cries of "Oh my God!" and "Oh shit!" seemed to be automatic responses from everyone present. Sadness and rage overtook people on the street. My co-worker began to cry, and I tried vainly to comfort her while tears streamed down my own face.
I looked at the gaping hole in the skyline where two 110 story buildings had once stood and it was as if someone was playing a cruel trick on us. Those buildings were just there a few hours earlier. And what happened to all the people inside? It was too horrible to imagine.
The thing that sticks out the most now about the long walk home that day is that unless you were there, you have no idea how frightened everyone was. Pictures of the masses of people walking cannot convey the emotional tension that gripped the city. Those of us on the street probably had the least information of anyone in the country. To top it off, cellphones and pay phones weren't working. Their antennas and switching equipment were all located in the Towers. Many local tv and radio stations lost their signals as well. We had no information except the knowledge that we'd been victims of some sort of terrorist attack by unknown attackers.
New York streets are always crowded, but at 10:45 that morning, they were jam-packed. The eery part of it was everyone seemed to be walking in the same direction, and EVERYONE was having the same conversation. You could eavesdrop on any two people and hear discussion of the same topic. That just doesn't happen.
Along the route, bank ATM machines and supermarkets had long lines. Cash and provisions were being acquired for the unforeseeable future. Parents were arriving at schools to get their kids. Instant carpools were being formed by strangers all headed to the same vicinity.
My frustration at not being able to reach family was abated when I remembered my two-way pager. I stopped around 62nd Street and tapped out emails to my brothers in Delaware and Maryland letting them know I was ok, but very scared. Several blocks later I got replies, and learned later that they had reached other family that I could not.
Arriving home hours later, the rest of my day was spent in confusion, exhaustion, anger, depression, all of which would be compounded several times over in the weeks and months that followed. The media was no help, replaying images of the burning buildings over and over again, insensitive to the trauma so many of us had faced.
I remember the thankless search for loved ones, and how any blank wall in the city became a bulletin board for "Missing" and "Have you seen..." posters put up by the family and friends of those who worked in the Towers. They hung onto hope that somehow their family members had gotten out and were someplace safe. But as the days and weeks passed, and reality set in, these posters became memorial sites for all those who had died that day.
Last year I was very deliberately vacationing out of the country on this date because I wasn't ready for the onslaught of remembrances. I had only just then stopped having dreams about seeing the tower collapsing.
Two years later, I know I'm not completely over it, but I'm a little better.
Posted by bernie at September 11, 2003 9:56 PMBernie, it's good to see you here, in the blogosphere! *LOL!* Have fun!
Posted by: Donald at September 12, 2003 6:20 PMThis was such a powerful read (my second time reading it too).
I recall fighting back tears so many times that day and for several months afteward and never really wanting to connect with the emotion behind it. I was dealing with EJ's illness, my own emotional instability, and then this tragedy which overshadowed all of the trivial things in my life. It was just too much to absorbe and too this day, I cannot imagine what it must have been like to be there and witness this in person.
Thank you for giving me some insight.
Posted by: Prime at September 12, 2003 7:53 PMThe store isn't officially open yet, but thanks for stopping by guys.
Posted by: Bernie at September 12, 2003 11:14 PMthe post and the site.
absolutely.
wonderful.
Hotep.
Thank u 4 sharing your experience...I felt everything as if it was happening right now, primarily bcuz I have my own experiences of witnessing the terror w/ co-workers, all transfixed w/ morbid fascination on the events of the moment...we were held captive by powerful forces, both emotional & external...one of my immediate concerns was 4 a friend who worked at NDRI, where I'd just completed a training the week b4...when the second bldg went down I collapsed in tears: overcome w/ disbelief, hurt, grief, pain, shock & overwhelming sorrow.
Posted by: Mark Tuggle at September 18, 2003 11:38 PMThough I loved your read, it did however do what I had been trying not to do since that tragic day. Which was bring me back. I remember it all too clearly, though I try so very hard to forget.
It takes too much from me. Nonetheless, your words were beautiful.
Thank you.
Posted by: Christopher David at September 19, 2003 11:06 AM