9/11 2009
by Michael Robin Cooke on Sep.11, 2009, under Kitschchaos
Today is an anniversary of the terrorist act that downed the World trade Center on 9/11.
On the day it happened, I first believed it to be drunk driving on the part of the pilot, I never imagined that there would be a second plane, nor that an entire complex of buildings designed for withstanding terrorist bombing and collision with aircraft could be felled from attack that day.
I was working as a designer and production artist for MBS LOVE, a company that prints silk screen heat transfers for t-shirts. I has an appointment at the World Trade Center the following week for a web design gig. My boyfriend of the time had an interview scheduled that day at the World Trade Center, but it had been postponed for tomorrow – thank heavens.
Today I was hearing on Free Speech TV about current and retired steel workers that did heroic work helping the search and rescue effort at the World Trade Center in the aftermath, they are suffering a broad range of illness and premature ageing and are being, still, denied the special healthcare they need because they were volunteers and not government employees. For many blocks around the World Trade Center it was thick with a fine ash debris we now know was extremely toxic, that at the time we were promised was safe.
I was living in Queens and instinctively understood the area around ‘ground zero’ was most likely highly toxic. I’ve still never visited the site, and I never went near it when I was living in queens and visiting Manhattan often.
What was remarkable was how sombre everyone was in New York city after 9/11 – a city so lively and active was so very quiet after 9/11 and for days, weeks after.
The next week, my employer was commissioning a ‘Public Enemy #1′ t-shirt with the image of Osama bin Laden with a target overlayed on his face. I commented that the design ought to name ‘Osama Bin Laden’ specifically as his face wasn’t yet so well known the image couldn’t be confused for “any arab with a turban” is public enemy #1.
As it turns out, the employer Had friends that died in Israel from terrorism attributed to Palestinians and expressed to me that really he hoped people would wear the t-shirt and attack Arabs, that all Arabs are bad. I responded that I believed this was a wrong point of view, Many American citizens are of Arab descent, many Arabs died in the World Trade center as well. Suffice it to say I lost my job and the employer took action to deny me unemployment as well – telling the judge I attacked him with a knife!
That’s long ago, I’ve moved on. But as today is the anniversary of 9/11 I thought I share my experience of the event.
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September 17th, 2009 on 2:52 pm
9/11 was one of those events that you never forget where you were and what you were doing when it happened.
I was meeting a friend for shopping and lunch to celebrate my birthday. As I was getting ready to leave my home, I saw the footage of the first plane hit the towers. I could not believe my eyes!
Needless to say that put a real damper on my plans. My friend came over and we just sat there dazed wondering what might happen next.
Quite a day, one I will never forget.