(bill jenson photo)
my mom asked me if i saw the memorial lights, and i said no, but i just realized that i did seeing this photo. i just didn't make the connection. i thought about it a lot on wednesay, when the director of our program recalled his own eyewitness accounts. he's the first person that i know who was there and actually talked about it. i still remember that day, just like all of us do. i was little, in seventh grade, so i didn't understand the gravity of the situation, but i do remember the sick feeling of fear i had. and the misunderstanding of why anybody would want to cause that much devastation. i remember the photos, the magazines and newspapers and news reports full of people covered in blood, covered in ash, sitting in shock, little figures jumping... and the image of the firemen carrying out the first man that they found... it's still strange to think of the new york city skyline without the twin towers, even though it's been eight years. the stories our director told brought tears to my eyes.
"# The jumpers will always be with us.
Faced with the most horrible of all human choices, the kind of riddle that grade-school children use to torture each other, many leaped rather than burn. And as the debris falling from the top anthropomorphized into human beings, people watching understood that for the time being, we were all beyond help. "I don't remember faces, just bodies jumping out," says Alexandra Rethore, a second-year analyst at Lehman Brothers. "And the girl next to me was hysterical. She kept saying, 'They're catching them, right?' I said, 'Yeah, they're catching them. Let's go.' " It was a noble act, a message to loved ones: "I'm gone but not lost. I'm still here. Find me." -David Carr(from boingboing.net)
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