Like many of you, I’ve been thinking today about the terrorist attacks eight years ago. My husband and I were living in London. I had watched the uneventful 1 pm news while eating lunch. Around 2 pm, which would have been 9 am in New York, someone called and told me to turn the tv back on. I was glued to the BBC for the rest of the day and night.
I remember watching the people trapped on the roof of the World Trade Center and wondering why none of the helicopters could get close enough to rescue them. I remember watching the south tower and later the north tower collapse. I simply could not believe a plane was able to crash into the Pentagon.
I remember the tremendous grief for the victims of the attacks, including 67 UK citizens. 9/11 claimed the lives of more British people than any single terrorist act by the Irish Republican Army. My not-easily-riled husband still gets irritated when people refer to the 3,000 “Americans” killed on 9/11.
In the weeks after the attack, I lost count of how many British people told me how very sorry they were about what had happened. Some of those people were strangers who approached me after hearing my American accent in a shop or a train station. They felt compelled to speak to me. The outpouring of support for the U.S. was real.
I didn’t lose any friends on 9/11. I only had one acquaintance who lost a loved one that day (his father was on one of the planes that hit the World Trade Center). Still, I felt incredibly angry about the attacks. I read many of the newspaper profiles of victims. During the Jewish high holidays in late September 2001, the last thing I felt like doing was reflecting on the past and forgiving wrongs from the past year. I remember listening to a BBC radio segment taped by the UK’s Chief Rabbi, David Sacks. He reminded listeners that the Bible (I assume he meant the Hebrew Scriptures or “Old Testament”) tells us once to love our neighbors, but tells us approximately 30 times to love the stranger. That’s because it is easier to love our neighbor, who is probably a lot like ourselves, than it is to love a stranger. It was an important message during a time of grief and sorrow.
Please share your own memories of 9/11, or anything else on your mind, in this thread.
UPDATE: If you haven’t seen it yet, read the diary Billy Parish cross-posted here yesterday, containing his memories of 9/11 and a call to action on global warming.
The UK Sunday paper The Observer published these statistics from 9/11 and the aftermath during the summer of 2002.