It has been 19 years since 9-11, our contemporary day of infamy. As if watching an action movie on some obscure cable channel, we witnessed commercial airliners disappear into the sides of New York’s twin towers. Amidst chaos, a smothering wave of debris filled smoke, and the successive collapse of the targeted monoliths, the country attempted to mentally and emotionally absorb what was happening. We saw the determined expressions of first responders doing what they do best. We saw the fear and disbelief on the soot covered faces of those in and around the area of impact. For me those images, and the subsequent unfolding stories of lost friends and family, are indelible. On 9-15-01, I wrote the following passage. I wished I had waited. It certainly could have been better. At the very least, I needed to reflect on the concurrent impacts in a Pennsylvania field and those at the Pentagon. In any event, I reproduce this short commentary every year. If nothing else, it is a reminder to myself that there is faith in humanity.
By train, bus, cab or foot, New York City is something to behold. Nowhere in the nation can the divergent human face of America be so readily concentrated and equally appreciated. Nowhere in the nation can the urban expression of America’s built environment be so overwhelming experienced. Nowhere in the nation defines a greater level of unconditional tolerance and acceptance of varying creeds, colors and persuasions, as does New York City. Succinctly, NYC emulates what America is all about.
You’ll find its expression of spirit in a conversation with a cop on Broadway, a food vendor in Central Park, or a doorman on 5th Avenue. You’ll find the City’s very soul goes beyond the symbolic physical expression of the Empire State Building, the Met, or Grand Central Station. Through its own demonstration of human strength, New York City will rise above the unspeakable tragedy of September 11, 2001. The view from Brooklyn Heights towards lower Manhattan will never be the same. We, like our fellow Americans, will never be the same. Temporarily bent, yes, but hardly broken. If the definition of New York City is to be tied to its physical expression then Ellis Island, the United Nations and Saint Patrick’s Cathedral may be prove to be better considerations. Between sorrow and anger, we should all be proud as to how America’s largest city is handling this tragedy that is beyond definition. New York City is expressing what it is to be American.
Sept. 15, 2001
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