The essay below was published in 2004. My 9/11 post for 2014 has been published at BlogHer.com at this link.
The following article was originally posted at AuthorsDen.com in 2004. I wrote about 9/11 in 2011 on the 10-year anniversary as well, a whole seven (7) years after my first reflection, and now 10 years since I wrote my first reflective piece about 9/11, here I am again contemplating another that should be up tomorrow. I decided to repost the first piece here at Whose Shoes Are These Anyway in preparation for reflecting on tomorrow's post.
September 11, 2004![]() |
| "September 11 Photo Montage" by UpstateNYer - Own work; derivative work of the following: File:WTC smoking on 9-11.jpeg by Michael Foran on FlickrFile:DN-SD-03-11451.JPEG by the United State NavyFile:UA Flight 175 hits WTC south tower 9-11 edit.jpeg by TheMachineStops on FlickrFile:WTC-Fireman requests 10 more colleagesa.jpg by the US GovernmentFile:Flight93Engine.jpg by the US GovernmentFile:Video2 flight77 pentagon.png by the United States Department of Defense. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons. |
I'd come in from doing what I do on most days to see hell on the news; I’d been chauffeuring a kid and had crazy phone messages on my voice mail. “Nordette, turn on the news. They say the people have flown a plane into those World Towers in New York. I can’t reach Ben.” That was my mother, who’d confused TV news before. So I frowned at the phone.
Next message. “Nordette, call Mom. I can’t get through. Tell her I didn’t go to work today. Remember the damned Macy people pissed me off yesterday and I called in. Tell her I’m okay. I wasn’t at The Towers.” That was my brother. He’d told me the night before he wasn’t going in. He’d been working lots of overtime and had been asked to check up on a security issue that a staff person could handle. But something must be going on. My brother didn’t mix up the news.
The first CNN image I saw remains embedded in my brain, a plane crushing a glass and concrete titan, driving through it like the tower was a block of cheap sheetrock ... then a burgeoning inferno. I remember thinking accident, but a second plane! I remember thinking war. I recall the gray cloud billowing downward, people bursting through it, fleeing toward the cameras, naked fear on dusty faces, and the first tower crumbling. Sometime later the second would also.










