Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Not Over It


I was working in a university multimedia department in September 2001. We had access to the video feeds from the satellite dishes on the roof of our building. Just before 9 AM, we heard that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. We turned on a monitor. I was standing there watching it when the second plane hit and the world changed.

We routed a couple of the satellite feeds to display on monitors, and starting watching whatever was been sent along with several of the network channels. The news kept coming, the Pentagon, then Flight 93, and we watched people die. Managers in the national news rooms made the decision not to air what was coming off the satellites. The news crews in New York were sending it, but it was just too much to put on the air.

Because people were jumping. Right up until the building collapsed, people  trapped above the fire made the only remaining decision in their power and chose not to burn.

13 comments:

ProudHillbilly said...

Some time later I saw some footage taken as the fire crews were in one of the towers. There a periodic "thump!" in the background. It was the sound of jumpers hitting the ground outside. It was worse than the photos.

Matt said...

And while you watch the footage or look at the photos, just keep in mind the image of Muslims dancing in the streets in celebration.

Matt said...

Islam, the religion of peace.

drjim said...

I was working at DirecTV at the time, and we had access to live, un-edited feeds.

What the public saw was pretty tame compared to what I saw....

David aka True Blue Sam said...

They were celebrating in Carbondale, IL, and the news hacks kept it quiet. It's no better now, with Palestinian students getting a voice on the local news whenever they put on a protest. Curse them.

drjim said...

Ahhh....Carbondale.

Home of Suck It Up.....

Katabasis said...

I was working on the trade floor in London for one of the many investment banks who also had offices across the WTC campus and with whom many co-workers were in constant contact.

We got the news straight away when the second plane hit. It was not long after everyone had just got back from lunch. I decided that it was some kind of coordinated attack on financial centres and expected London to be hit any time too.

So I took my concerns to my immediate boss and said I was going to get out of London. She scoffed, thinking that something had just gone tragically wrong in NY with air traffic control. I said I was leaving regardless and everyone else should too and trading should be transferred to the tertiary trade floor outside of London. She told me I was being an idiot and that I would be formally disciplined if I abandoned my post.

I ignored her and left, getting on the first train I could out of London to go to stay with my family. Two hours later they made the decision to evacuate at the bank. I was never disciplined.

Deciding that it was a coordinated terrorist strike before my work colleagues were willing to even entertain it as a possibility (and it not becoming "real" until the idiot box said so) is one of the things that made it even more surreal for me.

Not over it either.

burt said...

My daughter was supposed to be at the Windows On The World restaurant on the morning of September 11, 2001. She was supposed to meet some of the members of the School of the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston, for a pre-attendance brunch that morning.

I told her that she couldn't go because it was a school day.

The invitation letter is still in a folder in my office.

My daughter lives in Los Angeles.

George said...

I was in NYC that day. A colleague was getting Blackberry messages from his wife in World Financial Center, across from the WTC. I remember her telling us people were jumping rather than burning. Didn't see the video, don't want to.

It's a miracle it wasn't worse.

And I'm still not over it.

abnormalist said...

Where I was we watched that unfold realtime.

We tuned in a few minutes after the first plane hit, saw the second one hit live, and saw the first tower collapse. I dont recall if I watched the second tower fall, but i do recall watching people make that decision.

Thoughts and prayers to anyone who lost someone they loved that day. We all lost something but some lost it all.

Chris said...

Over it hell, I am still pissed about it...

WoFat said...

Only politicians forget.

Goober said...

I’ll never forget the feeling I felt the first time I realized that what I thought was debris falling from the towers was actually people.

People. Mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers who had decided to jump rather than burn to death.

And people were celebrating.

Fucking celebrating!

I’m not an impulsive man, but if I could have pushed a button and incinerated every one of those sub-humans dancing in the streets, celebrating because of the suffering that adherence to their perverted religion caused, I would have done it, and I still believe to this day that I wouldn’t have lost a single night’s sleep over it.