In the Shadow of 9/11

Being in New York on September 12, 2001 was like living Hollywood’s depiction of the End. The normally bustling city was eerily quiet as if everyone had left in hurry.

The World had shifted, and we who were still around were holding our collective breaths, unsure what our next move should be.

I took the subway to work, not because I had to but because I couldn’t watch any more television, and because I wanted everything to go back to normal, in a New York minute. Somehow, I thought, if I willed myself to go out, the city would do the same. That spirit of resilience did return but it would take months for the new normal to take shape.

A few weeks shy of the first anniversary, I found myself working next door to the site. From my office

New World Trade Center Building
New World Trade Center Building

window, 9 floors up, I could look straight down into the crater that was once the World Trade Center. I did, once, and that was enough. I kept playing back the images I’d seen on television of people jumping to their deaths. I tried to imagine the terror that pushed them to make that choice. It was difficult for me to fathom.

Each morning as I walked the narrow path that wound its way through the cleanup site and lead to my office, I wondered if the spot I had just put my foot was the place someone had died.

No matter how early I went to work, people clogged the path and lined the chain link fence that surrounded it. I couldn’t understand why anyone who didn’t need to be there wanted to and worse, to bring children, some still in strollers.

No one wore masks or covered their noses from the acrid stench that stained the air like bad gas. I dreaded going to work until I discovered a new subway stop that bypassed the site altogether. It meant a longer walk, but it was worth it.

On that first anniversary, I wept during the minute of silence at work. I wept for the victims, their families and for my city.

By the time work took me to New Jersey, the debris had cleared. And as the PATH train snaked through what was the lower levels of World Trade Center station, I turned my back, I didn’t want to look. I still couldn’t shake the feeling that I was disturbing the dead.

I was relieved when construction started to take shape and the new towers began to rise quickly, triumphantly to the sky.

The events of 9/11 cast a long shadow over New York City and the U.S. It was the closest thing to war for me. I can’t forget, I won’t forget but I can smile because New York City has healed. New York City has found its new normal.

Update: Two of my friends in New York emailed me that today’s an almost exact replica of 9/11. Besides it being a Tuesday, the skies are beautiful, not a cloud and the air is crisp.

 

20 comments on “In the Shadow of 9/11

  1. What a beautiful post Marcia. How true that time eventually heals and a new normal is found. I can’t even begin to imagine the terror people felt on that day if you were actually in NYC. I did know someone – not well – but we’d skied together and spent a weekend at a good friend’s place in Colorado. He died leaving a wife and three young kids behind. I always think of him and his family today.
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  2. Touching post…I’m one of those that traveled to New York to see it first hand. Not sure why, but I just had to see it for myself….I needed to see it. I think doing so helped with my own grief, even though I knew no one effected by the events, there was still plenty to go around. These anniversaries seem to get a little easier each year…a little…
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  3. Nice reflection. I imagine it being a very difficult time, especially for people who lost loved ones. A lot can be speculated now and has been. Perhaps the new normal will make the city better and stronger.

  4. I spent the day at my brother’s grave (at the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific), where I had a picnic with his once girlfriend. It was solemn. We realize it was the day that started the wars in the middle east and (aside from those killed that day), has since killed thousands of Americans soldiers, including my brother. The world has changed a lot since this fateful day eleven years ago, and some days I wish to go back to what it was before all of our lives changed.

  5. Thanks so much for sharing this with us. I didn’t live in the city in 2001, but listening to other people’s stories always gives me the chills…I remember what a heart wrenching time it was for the rest of the country, so I can imagine being just steps away had to have been so difficult.
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