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It’s also incredible to note how different a time it was in the world of technology seven years ago. In 2001, people still laughed at the word “Google” (whose homepage looked like this). YouTube didn’t exist (acutally, here’s a shocker: YouTube didn’t even exist during the 2004 election). There were only a handful of “weblogs”. CNN.com looked like this and the NYT homepage looked like this. The first iPod was introduced a month after 9/11.

It’s also incredible to note how different a time it was in the world of technology seven years ago. In 2001, people still laughed at the word “Google” (whose homepage looked like this). YouTube didn’t exist (acutally, here’s a shocker: YouTube didn’t even exist during the 2004 election). There were only a handful of “weblogs”. CNN.com looked like this and the NYT homepage looked like this. The first iPod was introduced a month after 9/11.

While I’m certainly not trying to post 100% similar stories here’s my memories of that day: About halfway through my second period on September 11, our principal, Mrs. Teague came over the intercom and very briefly told us that “Everyone here is completely safe and that there have been airplane and bomb attacks in New York and Washington.” At this point, she proceeded to tell any teachers with televisions in their classrooms to turn them on. Our classroom, in the middle of the oldest building on campus, was not wired and we thus had no shot at watching. We tried to find out information on the internet but we couldn’t since the computer we had in the room had a dreadful connection to the internet and the fact that I’m sure large portions of the country and the world were trying to access the myriad of online news services.

I still find it odd that so many people in schools stopped classes for the day since my high school seem determined not to let it affect the day. We continued with classes and very few people talked about what was going on. This of course led to a somewhat confusing and scary situation since what we heard were often third-hand accounts of what people were seeing on very few TVs in school. However, by lunchtime it was particularly apparent that many people left school. I specifically remember eating lunch at my usual spot outside with one of my friends. After talking for a bit about what was going on we realized that of our usually busy spot was deserted. Very few students were outside. Much to my surprise at the time many people had left school for the day.

When I look back on things now, I realize that by 1 PM I still had very little idea about what was going on. I, unlike many of the people who evidently knew more than me refused to leave since I knew that our math teacher would probably hold it against me if I skipped class. That afternoon we just sat in that teacher’s class and talked about what we thought this day meant for the country and its future. I remember very specifically that a good friend talked about how we were probably going to go to war in the Middle East over the attacks. This girl had visited Israel in the summer before school resumed and she sincerely believed that Israel would probably be our only ally. She also predicted that the United States would not fare well in such a battle. She stated that the “US and Israel play wargames every summer in the desert and most of the time the Israelis win.” At that point the class kind of exploded in discussion fueled by fear, confusion, and anger. As I remember it, this was the first moment where I felt real fear about what was going on.

That afternoon I drove home and started listening to NPR. It’s funny that I can almost directly link my freakish love of NPR today to September 11th. I listened to it almost non-stop for the next few months. In fact, I don’t think I listened to a CD while driving in my car until December.

That night I remember it was very hot. At home I sat in an upstairs room and I watched TV. I quickly caught up on the images that I had missed throughout the school day. Again, as I look back on it I probably shouldn’t have watched since the networks weren’t editing much before it went out over the airwaves. While I realize that censorship certainly is not a good thing I am certain there were some images I saw that late afternoon and evening that have not been broadcast since. The images were pretty graphic and were pretty scary. As I watched I couldn’t get the words of my friend out of my head.

Looking back on that day each year it still is quite intrigues me in a slightly uncomfortable way. Maybe it’s the history major in me still fascinated looking back on that day. I often find myself listening back to parts of the full day coverage on NPR and its amazing how much the commentators got it 100% right. It was amazing that many of those people had the clarity and judgment to put together some amazing reporting in the minutes, hours, and days after the attacks. (Take a listen at: http://www.npr.org/news/specials/americatransformed/audio/010911.audio.html)

While I’m certainly not trying to post 100% similar stories here’s my memories of that day: About halfway through my second period on September 11, our principal, Mrs. Teague came over the intercom and very briefly told us that “Everyone here is completely safe and that there have been airplane and bomb attacks in New York and Washington.” At this point, she proceeded to tell any teachers with televisions in their classrooms to turn them on. Our classroom, in the middle of the oldest building on campus, was not wired and we thus had no shot at watching. We tried to find out information on the internet but we couldn’t since the computer we had in the room had a dreadful connection to the internet and the fact that I’m sure large portions of the country and the world were trying to access the myriad of online news services.

I still find it odd that so many people in schools stopped classes for the day since my high school seem determined not to let it affect the day. We continued with classes and very few people talked about what was going on. This of course led to a somewhat confusing and scary situation since what we heard were often third-hand accounts of what people were seeing on very few TVs in school. However, by lunchtime it was particularly apparent that many people left school. I specifically remember eating lunch at my usual spot outside with one of my friends. After talking for a bit about what was going on we realized that of our usually busy spot was deserted. Very few students were outside. Much to my surprise at the time many people had left school for the day.

When I look back on things now, I realize that by 1 PM I still had very little idea about what was going on. I, unlike many of the people who evidently knew more than me refused to leave since I knew that our math teacher would probably hold it against me if I skipped class. That afternoon we just sat in that teacher’s class and talked about what we thought this day meant for the country and its future. I remember very specifically that a good friend talked about how we were probably going to go to war in the Middle East over the attacks. This girl had visited Israel in the summer before school resumed and she sincerely believed that Israel would probably be our only ally. She also predicted that the United States would not fare well in such a battle. She stated that the “US and Israel play wargames every summer in the desert and most of the time the Israelis win.” At that point the class kind of exploded in discussion fueled by fear, confusion, and anger. As I remember it, this was the first moment where I felt real fear about what was going on.

That afternoon I drove home and started listening to NPR. It’s funny that I can almost directly link my freakish love of NPR today to September 11th. I listened to it almost non-stop for the next few months. In fact, I don’t think I listened to a CD while driving in my car until December.

That night I remember it was very hot. At home I sat in an upstairs room and I watched TV. I quickly caught up on the images that I had missed throughout the school day. Again, as I look back on it I probably shouldn’t have watched since the networks weren’t editing much before it went out over the airwaves. While I realize that censorship certainly is not a good thing I am certain there were some images I saw that late afternoon and evening that have not been broadcast since. The images were pretty graphic and were pretty scary. As I watched I couldn’t get the words of my friend out of my head.

Looking back on that day each year it still is quite intrigues me in a slightly uncomfortable way. Maybe it’s the history major in me still fascinated looking back on that day. I often find myself listening back to parts of the full day coverage on NPR and its amazing how much the commentators got it 100% right. It was amazing that many of those people had the clarity and judgment to put together some amazing reporting in the minutes, hours, and days after the attacks. (Take a listen at: http://www.npr.org/news/specials/americatransformed/audio/010911.audio.html)

While I’m certainly not trying to post 100% similar stories here’s my memories of that day: About halfway through my second period on September 11, our principal, Mrs. Teague came over the intercom and very briefly told us that “Everyone here is completely safe and that there have been airplane and bomb attacks in New York and Washington.” At this point, she proceeded to tell any teachers with televisions in their classrooms to turn them on. Our classroom, in the middle of the oldest building on campus, was not wired and we thus had no shot at watching. We tried to find out information on the internet but we couldn’t since the computer we had in the room had a dreadful connection to the internet and the fact that I’m sure large portions of the country and the world were trying to access the myriad of online news services.

I still find it odd that so many people in schools stopped classes for the day since my high school seem determined not to let it affect the day. We continued with classes and very few people talked about what was going on. This of course led to a somewhat confusing and scary situation since what we heard were often third-hand accounts of what people were seeing on very few TVs in school. However, by lunchtime it was particularly apparent that many people left school. I specifically remember eating lunch at my usual spot outside with one of my friends. After talking for a bit about what was going on we realized that of our usually busy spot was deserted. Very few students were outside. Much to my surprise at the time many people had left school for the day.

When I look back on things now, I realize that by 1 PM I still had very little idea about what was going on. I, unlike many of the people who evidently knew more than me refused to leave since I knew that our math teacher would probably hold it against me if I skipped class. That afternoon we just sat in that teacher’s class and talked about what we thought this day meant for the country and its future. I remember very specifically that a good friend talked about how we were probably going to go to war in the Middle East over the attacks. This girl had visited Israel in the summer before school resumed and she sincerely believed that Israel would probably be our only ally. She also predicted that the United States would not fare well in such a battle. She stated that the “US and Israel play wargames every summer in the desert and most of the time the Israelis win.” At that point the class kind of exploded in discussion fueled by fear, confusion, and anger. As I remember it, this was the first moment where I felt real fear about what was going on.

That afternoon I drove home and started listening to NPR. It’s funny that I can almost directly link my freakish love of NPR today to September 11th. I listened to it almost non-stop for the next few months. In fact, I don’t think I listened to a CD while driving in my car until December.

That night I remember it was very hot. At home I sat in an upstairs room and I watched TV. I quickly caught up on the images that I had missed throughout the school day. Again, as I look back on it I probably shouldn’t have watched since the networks weren’t editing much before it went out over the airwaves. While I realize that censorship certainly is not a good thing I am certain there were some images I saw that late afternoon and evening that have not been broadcast since. The images were pretty graphic and were pretty scary. As I watched I couldn’t get the words of my friend out of my head.

Looking back on that day each year it still is quite intrigues me in a slightly uncomfortable way. Maybe it’s the history major in me still fascinated looking back on that day. I often find myself listening back to parts of the full day coverage on NPR and its amazing how much the commentators got it 100% right. It was amazing that many of those people had the clarity and judgment to put together some amazing reporting in the minutes, hours, and days after the attacks. (Take a listen at: http://www.npr.org/news/specials/americatransformed/audio/010911.audio.html)

Thanks for this, Eric.

Thanks for this, Eric.

Thanks for this, Eric.

Wow, this makes me feel old. On Sept. 11, 2001, I was a senior at Wake Forest and had gotten up early and gone to the library to catch up on my Roman History reading. I took a break and went to the student coffeeshop/bar, where the big screen TV was showing the Today show. I walked into the place just as the second plane hit, and I still remember Katie Couric’s reaction almost as vividly as the images of the plane, the collapsing buildings, the Statue of Liberty with smoke behind her.
What this meant to me was pretty different than what it meant to Jarred and Eric. At this point I’d been in college three full years and was starting my fourth, and I was pretty well tuned into the outside world. I’d followed American politics closely, had studied abroad in Europe the year before and was pretty well versed in international politics and economics, and had thought and talked and debated about Kosovo, Rwanda, and the US’s relationship with Israel. So, it wasn’t so much an awakening for me, and I don’t think the way I saw the outside world changed in any fundamental way that day. What did change almost immediately, as I watched my friends and family and the American public have an indignant awakening of a different sort, was the way I saw and fit into my own country, and the way I understood how basic human nature affects very rational and compassionate people. We had all gone from living in a world where we thought we had a lot of control, and where we’d felt impenetrable, to living in a world where we felt as vulnerable as everyone else in the world had felt for many decades – or longer. Even on that first day, I remember hearing the fear and indignation as fellow students who’d never heard of Al Qaeda started hypothesizing about why this had happened and what we ought to do to show them “they can’t do this to Americans.” They had already decided we had to go to war over this. I was so sad, too – but the way so many people talked about it seemed off-point to me, and so useless, and even arrogant. But mostly, what I heard was a lot of people with a lot of fear and a lot of anger. And that same anger and indignation and fear I’d first heard on September 11 continued to dominate the American experience for the next few years, and my feelings of sadness and disagreement settled into a feeling of alienation from the vast majority of my country. By the time 2004 rolled around, I could barely follow the election coverage – a political junkie since the age of 8, I couldn’t even stand to watch the debates – because it was too frustrating and too sad. I could never reconcile how good people, and a fundamentally good and decent country, could become so wrapped up and entrenched in fear and anger, and how these emotions could so firmly settle into our consciousness and our dialogue. Since then, I’ve learned to have faith in the pendulum swing. In the last two or so years, I’ve had a new awakening and a rebirth of hope as I’ve watched the majority of Americans once again being driven less by fear and more by their aspirations. But, to me, I will always remember September 11 as an incredibly sad day for lots of families in New York City, and the day I began to learn the power, the horror, the sadness of fear.

Wow, this makes me feel old. On Sept. 11, 2001, I was a senior at Wake Forest and had gotten up early and gone to the library to catch up on my Roman History reading. I took a break and went to the student coffeeshop/bar, where the big screen TV was showing the Today show. I walked into the place just as the second plane hit, and I still remember Katie Couric’s reaction almost as vividly as the images of the plane, the collapsing buildings, the Statue of Liberty with smoke behind her.
What this meant to me was pretty different than what it meant to Jarred and Eric. At this point I’d been in college three full years and was starting my fourth, and I was pretty well tuned into the outside world. I’d followed American politics closely, had studied abroad in Europe the year before and was pretty well versed in international politics and economics, and had thought and talked and debated about Kosovo, Rwanda, and the US’s relationship with Israel. So, it wasn’t so much an awakening for me, and I don’t think the way I saw the outside world changed in any fundamental way that day. What did change almost immediately, as I watched my friends and family and the American public have an indignant awakening of a different sort, was the way I saw and fit into my own country, and the way I understood how basic human nature affects very rational and compassionate people. We had all gone from living in a world where we thought we had a lot of control, and where we’d felt impenetrable, to living in a world where we felt as vulnerable as everyone else in the world had felt for many decades – or longer. Even on that first day, I remember hearing the fear and indignation as fellow students who’d never heard of Al Qaeda started hypothesizing about why this had happened and what we ought to do to show them “they can’t do this to Americans.” They had already decided we had to go to war over this. I was so sad, too – but the way so many people talked about it seemed off-point to me, and so useless, and even arrogant. But mostly, what I heard was a lot of people with a lot of fear and a lot of anger. And that same anger and indignation and fear I’d first heard on September 11 continued to dominate the American experience for the next few years, and my feelings of sadness and disagreement settled into a feeling of alienation from the vast majority of my country. By the time 2004 rolled around, I could barely follow the election coverage – a political junkie since the age of 8, I couldn’t even stand to watch the debates – because it was too frustrating and too sad. I could never reconcile how good people, and a fundamentally good and decent country, could become so wrapped up and entrenched in fear and anger, and how these emotions could so firmly settle into our consciousness and our dialogue. Since then, I’ve learned to have faith in the pendulum swing. In the last two or so years, I’ve had a new awakening and a rebirth of hope as I’ve watched the majority of Americans once again being driven less by fear and more by their aspirations. But, to me, I will always remember September 11 as an incredibly sad day for lots of families in New York City, and the day I began to learn the power, the horror, the sadness of fear.

Wow, this makes me feel old. On Sept. 11, 2001, I was a senior at Wake Forest and had gotten up early and gone to the library to catch up on my Roman History reading. I took a break and went to the student coffeeshop/bar, where the big screen TV was showing the Today show. I walked into the place just as the second plane hit, and I still remember Katie Couric’s reaction almost as vividly as the images of the plane, the collapsing buildings, the Statue of Liberty with smoke behind her.
What this meant to me was pretty different than what it meant to Jarred and Eric. At this point I’d been in college three full years and was starting my fourth, and I was pretty well tuned into the outside world. I’d followed American politics closely, had studied abroad in Europe the year before and was pretty well versed in international politics and economics, and had thought and talked and debated about Kosovo, Rwanda, and the US’s relationship with Israel. So, it wasn’t so much an awakening for me, and I don’t think the way I saw the outside world changed in any fundamental way that day. What did change almost immediately, as I watched my friends and family and the American public have an indignant awakening of a different sort, was the way I saw and fit into my own country, and the way I understood how basic human nature affects very rational and compassionate people. We had all gone from living in a world where we thought we had a lot of control, and where we’d felt impenetrable, to living in a world where we felt as vulnerable as everyone else in the world had felt for many decades – or longer. Even on that first day, I remember hearing the fear and indignation as fellow students who’d never heard of Al Qaeda started hypothesizing about why this had happened and what we ought to do to show them “they can’t do this to Americans.” They had already decided we had to go to war over this. I was so sad, too – but the way so many people talked about it seemed off-point to me, and so useless, and even arrogant. But mostly, what I heard was a lot of people with a lot of fear and a lot of anger. And that same anger and indignation and fear I’d first heard on September 11 continued to dominate the American experience for the next few years, and my feelings of sadness and disagreement settled into a feeling of alienation from the vast majority of my country. By the time 2004 rolled around, I could barely follow the election coverage – a political junkie since the age of 8, I couldn’t even stand to watch the debates – because it was too frustrating and too sad. I could never reconcile how good people, and a fundamentally good and decent country, could become so wrapped up and entrenched in fear and anger, and how these emotions could so firmly settle into our consciousness and our dialogue. Since then, I’ve learned to have faith in the pendulum swing. In the last two or so years, I’ve had a new awakening and a rebirth of hope as I’ve watched the majority of Americans once again being driven less by fear and more by their aspirations. But, to me, I will always remember September 11 as an incredibly sad day for lots of families in New York City, and the day I began to learn the power, the horror, the sadness of fear.

Thank you, Tracy.

Thank you, Tracy.

Thank you, Tracy.

My story is the same as Jarred’s. We went to school together. I was in English class with Mr. Palmer.

My story is the same as Jarred’s. We went to school together. I was in English class with Mr. Palmer.

My story is the same as Jarred’s. We went to school together. I was in English class with Mr. Palmer.

I was at work with another lawyer sitting in my office talking about a case we had together (I’m a lawyer). Someone stuck their head in my office and said they’d just heard a plane had hit a building in NYC. My first reaction was exactly that of Jarred III’s–that some sight-seeing Cessna had had an accident and struck the building. The other lawyer and I kept talking about the case when my secretary stepped in and asked me if I’d heard about the large airline hitting one of the twin towers–and I asked her if she was sure. She said the firm had pulled all the tv’s (probably 2 or 3) out of conference rooms and had the news on. I walked down the hall to the nearest conference room and was struck with the fact that probably 20 people were standing or sitting around a tv. The image on the tv immediately struck me–the large gash in the tower, the amount of smoke coming out of it. I, too, then got to see the second plane hit the second tower. I almost lost my balance and sat down heavily on the carpet in front of the tv, completely in shock and mesmerized by what I was seeing. There were several folks crying or with tears in their eyes. After a while, I saw smoke billowing even more from one of the buildings and I said out loud–”It almost looks like the building is imploding on itself.”–and sure enough, it was the first tower collapsing. After a while, I couldn’t stand to watch any more and went back to my office, calling my wife to make sure she knew. Frankly, I did not appreciate the world-wide significance of the event at the time, and certainly did not think Birmingham, Alabama was next on someone’s list. I’m embarrassed to admit that, when our firm’s executive committee made the decision to let anyone go home if they wanted, I thought it was an over-reaction. Events in the days and weeks ahead sure proved me wrong. It turns out my older brother–then a 3-Star General in the Air Force–was headed in a car to the Pentagon just before the Pentagon was struck, and was told to not go to the Pentagon, and he returned back to his office in another location. I sure was glad to get with my family that afternoon/evening, hug their necks and tell them I love them. Boy, there were scary days and weeks and years ahead and, in some ways, I’m still scared. I guess that makes me human, which characteristic is hard to attribute to those who planned and carried out the attack 7 years ago.

I was at work with another lawyer sitting in my office talking about a case we had together (I’m a lawyer). Someone stuck their head in my office and said they’d just heard a plane had hit a building in NYC. My first reaction was exactly that of Jarred III’s–that some sight-seeing Cessna had had an accident and struck the building. The other lawyer and I kept talking about the case when my secretary stepped in and asked me if I’d heard about the large airline hitting one of the twin towers–and I asked her if she was sure. She said the firm had pulled all the tv’s (probably 2 or 3) out of conference rooms and had the news on. I walked down the hall to the nearest conference room and was struck with the fact that probably 20 people were standing or sitting around a tv. The image on the tv immediately struck me–the large gash in the tower, the amount of smoke coming out of it. I, too, then got to see the second plane hit the second tower. I almost lost my balance and sat down heavily on the carpet in front of the tv, completely in shock and mesmerized by what I was seeing. There were several folks crying or with tears in their eyes. After a while, I saw smoke billowing even more from one of the buildings and I said out loud–”It almost looks like the building is imploding on itself.”–and sure enough, it was the first tower collapsing. After a while, I couldn’t stand to watch any more and went back to my office, calling my wife to make sure she knew. Frankly, I did not appreciate the world-wide significance of the event at the time, and certainly did not think Birmingham, Alabama was next on someone’s list. I’m embarrassed to admit that, when our firm’s executive committee made the decision to let anyone go home if they wanted, I thought it was an over-reaction. Events in the days and weeks ahead sure proved me wrong. It turns out my older brother–then a 3-Star General in the Air Force–was headed in a car to the Pentagon just before the Pentagon was struck, and was told to not go to the Pentagon, and he returned back to his office in another location. I sure was glad to get with my family that afternoon/evening, hug their necks and tell them I love them. Boy, there were scary days and weeks and years ahead and, in some ways, I’m still scared. I guess that makes me human, which characteristic is hard to attribute to those who planned and carried out the attack 7 years ago.

I was at work with another lawyer sitting in my office talking about a case we had together (I’m a lawyer). Someone stuck their head in my office and said they’d just heard a plane had hit a building in NYC. My first reaction was exactly that of Jarred III’s–that some sight-seeing Cessna had had an accident and struck the building. The other lawyer and I kept talking about the case when my secretary stepped in and asked me if I’d heard about the large airline hitting one of the twin towers–and I asked her if she was sure. She said the firm had pulled all the tv’s (probably 2 or 3) out of conference rooms and had the news on. I walked down the hall to the nearest conference room and was struck with the fact that probably 20 people were standing or sitting around a tv. The image on the tv immediately struck me–the large gash in the tower, the amount of smoke coming out of it. I, too, then got to see the second plane hit the second tower. I almost lost my balance and sat down heavily on the carpet in front of the tv, completely in shock and mesmerized by what I was seeing. There were several folks crying or with tears in their eyes. After a while, I saw smoke billowing even more from one of the buildings and I said out loud–”It almost looks like the building is imploding on itself.”–and sure enough, it was the first tower collapsing. After a while, I couldn’t stand to watch any more and went back to my office, calling my wife to make sure she knew. Frankly, I did not appreciate the world-wide significance of the event at the time, and certainly did not think Birmingham, Alabama was next on someone’s list. I’m embarrassed to admit that, when our firm’s executive committee made the decision to let anyone go home if they wanted, I thought it was an over-reaction. Events in the days and weeks ahead sure proved me wrong. It turns out my older brother–then a 3-Star General in the Air Force–was headed in a car to the Pentagon just before the Pentagon was struck, and was told to not go to the Pentagon, and he returned back to his office in another location. I sure was glad to get with my family that afternoon/evening, hug their necks and tell them I love them. Boy, there were scary days and weeks and years ahead and, in some ways, I’m still scared. I guess that makes me human, which characteristic is hard to attribute to those who planned and carried out the attack 7 years ago.

Thanks, Pops.

Thanks, Pops.

Thanks, Pops.

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