September 11, 2001 – Special Open Thread
[guest post by JVW]
I don’t want to step on Dana’s Weekend Open Thread, but I thought that since we are marking the twenty-five years anniversary of the World Trade Center and Pentagon attacks, a separate open thread might be important and provide a dedicated area where we can all share our thoughts.
One quarter-century ago today I awoke early with the intention of driving out to Riverside to meet with some customers. As I recall, my morning alarm was set to KFI, a talk station found at AM 640 in the Los Angeles area. I vaguely recall hearing something about a plane crash as I groggily stumbled my way to the shower, but maybe that’s a false memory all these years later. What I do know is that by the time I emerged from the bathroom, having showered and shaved, both American flight 11 and United flight 175 had hit their respective towers. Within the next hour came news of American fight 77 which had crashed at the Pentagon and United flight 93 which had inexplicably crashed in rural Pennsylvania. We would soon learn about the heroism of the flight 93 passengers, which President Bush would call the first counter-attack in the War on Terror. It goes without saying that I never made it to Riverside.
My sister was living in New York at the time, and every day she would ride the Number One or Number Three subway from 72nd Street to her office, emerging within blocks of the site of the Twin Towers. Those were the days before everyone had a cellphone, and my sister was one of those who did not. Between that and the phone lines being mostly down, we had no idea where she was. My parents called me, their demeanor somewhere between concerned and frantic, asking if I had heard from her which I of course had not. We spent the better part of the day worrying about her until she managed to borrow a cellphone and call me around 3:00 pm. She had been sequestered at the subway stop at South Ferry for several hours, before being allowed to walk home up the East Side which of course took a few hours.
I spent the rest of the morning into the early afternoon in my apartment. I had the TV on, but I found that the Bill Handel Show on KFI was the most informative of all of the news sources. Handel’s show usually ran from 5:00 am until 9:00 am, before yielding to Rush Limbaugh, but that day Handel stayed on air for somewhere between twelve to sixteen hours, providing really solid insight and utilizing his impressive rolodex to bring on very informative guests to discuss what was going on and what would likely be the aftermath. I’ve always held a great deal of respect for the job he did that gloomy day.
Towards the end of the afternoon and frustrated at my feelings of helplessness, I hit upon the idea of going to the American Red Cross Blood Center and giving a donation. Naturally, a lot of other people had the same idea, and I arrived to a line of donors close to 100 deep. The ARC had called in all of their workers and every single donor chair was occupied. I waited for a couple of hours to get in, and a local restaurant, the Mexican Riviera Restaurant, delivered free bean and cheese burritos to us, which I thought was an incredibly classy gesture. I was a bit taken aback at the fact that some people in line were happily chatting and even laughing on what I thought was a truly somber day, but I guess I understood that people deal with tragic events in different ways. I eventually was able to make my donation, after which I headed home. Word starting coming in of locals who had been on both of the flights that hit the Towers, which was expected given that three of the four flights were destined for Los Angeles.
I went to bed late that night feeling very glum. I was a couple of months shy of 32 and I had not served in the armed forces, so I knew it wasn’t going to be me carrying a rifle in Afghanistan. But I couldn’t help but think about all of the young people whose lives would be interrupted by dangerous overseas service. Some of them hold elective and appointed office today. It’s appropriate that we take a moment to reflect upon all aspects of the day: the evil depravity, the horror of watching events unfold, the heroism of the first responders, the momentary sense of national unity which would eventually evaporate into rancor.
Twenty-five years later we are a much different country than we were before those airplanes took off from Boston, Washington, and Newark, so much so that it’s become something of a cliche to discuss “pre-9/11” and “post-9/11.” Perhaps in a world beset with strife, ancient hatreds, and radicalism an epoch-changing event like this was inevitable, but I’m sorry it came at the dawn of a new millennium and that it has had such a huge impact upon us ever since.
– JVW


