I can’t believe that the World Trade Center attack was six years ago. Actually, I can, it almost seems like a dream. That’s a cliche, but true. I can remember looking up and seeing those towers fall. Everyone screaming and then, everyone quiet. We didn’t know how to react. We still don’t.
I was drawing that day, and I was making a drawing of the second tower on fire, when it collapsed. What a thing to have seared into your consciousness. I swear, I don’t think any of us standing on that street in downtown Manhattan watching it fall even realized that there were so many people in there. How can you? If we realized at that moment what we witnessed, most likely we all would have fainted from the shock. It was only in the days and weeks that followed that the realization sunk in. I remember keeping the radio on 24 hours a day in those first few weeks after 9/11. Honestly, it wasn’t so much that I was worried about news of another imminent attack, it was more that I just needed to hear a human voice in my apartment with me. It calmed me somehow.
There are a lot of news stories this year about, is it too much to keep remembering this? The question is, once you have experienced that, how do you forget it? Any one who was in New York when it happened has a scar, and I think even if we don’t consciously think about the World Trade Center on September 11, our emotions and nerves have a memory. We will feel strange, out of sorts, and just overall emotionally fatigued from the memory of the shock and overwhelming sadness of the day. Forget the anniversary of the 11th? It doesn’t seem possible. Let the media do what it wants, people here in New York will always remember that day and think of all the families whose lives were changed.
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