Spinning…

I met J when we were both working at the World Financial Center…right across the street from the World Trade Center.  I left that job shortly after we started dating, but we always spent a lot of time downtown.  I would often meet J at his office and we would head over to Jeremy’s…our favorite bar.  It was an old garage and there were ties and bras on the ceilings and giant cups of beer were like $5.  In order to get to Jeremy’s from J’s office we had to walk across the WTC plaza. 

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I loved the plaza…I thought it was beautiful.  Often, on our way back to J’s office to pick up our things, we would stop in the plaza and sit by the fountain.  It would be empty that time of night and we would just sit there and hang out for a while.  We would hold hands while we were walking through and every few minutes J would say “spin” and he would spin me while we kept walking.  The security guards thought we were crazy, I’m sure, but it just seemed like a really good place to spin.  I don’t remember the last time I was there, but it was probably sometime in early September 2001. 

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On the morning of September 11, 2001, I had no idea that anything was wrong.  I went to work, as usual, and I was just sitting down at my desk when my friend Allison came over.  The first thing she said was “Is J alright?” and I about died.  Allison lived near J at the time and I was panicked that there had been some kind of accident that she’d heard about.  She saw the confusion on my face and said “Two planes just flew into the World Trade Center…is he at work yet?”.  I grabbed the phone before she could even finish the sentence. 

The phones were completely nuts and all we were getting at first was busy signals.  Luckily, after a few minutes I was able to get J on the phone.  He was still on the bus (he lived in Staten Island then) and they were stuck on the Verrazano Bridge.  They were turning all the traffic around on the other side of the bridge and sending them back to Staten Island.  I was so relieved.  Then J said something that made the panic come right back…”Shan, no one can reach my father…he went in early for a meeting…can you please keep trying his cell phone?”  J’s dad’s office was on the 86th floor of the south tower of the WTC…right where the 2nd plane had hit.  I must have called his cell phone a thousand times that day. 

I have to tell you…my first thought when I heard that two planes hit the buildings was “What kind of fucking idiot doesn’t see a building in front of them and flies right into it?”  I was thinking that it was some kind of prop planes with student pilots or something.  I thought it was an accident.  Someone doing this on purpose never entered my mind until someone said that there was a terrorist group claiming responsiblity. 

No one in my family was in the city…thank God.  My mom was on her way in and got turned around on the highway.  She was panicked and trying to come and get me and my friends from work, but Manhattan was under lockdown.  She had no choice but to go home and wait.

My office was chaotic.  No one wanted to leave their desks in case they got a phone call, but at the same time, we all wanted to watch the coverage on the TV in the conference room.  No one knew whether to leave or stay or go home or what.  We were all gathered around the TV when the towers fell.  People were in absolute shock…some were crying…others were yelling.  Nothing was making any sense.  I mean…how could this happen here?  Thing like this were supposed to happen elsewhere…not in NY. 

Eventually, the decision was made to close the office.  At that moment, we got word that there was a bomb threat and Grand Central Station was closing.  There were no buses either…since the city was locked down.  I had no idea what to do.  Allison…who is always calm and rational…came up with the plan that we would go to her apartment in Brooklyn, pick up her boyfriend’s car and drive to Staten Island, where her boyfriend lived.  They would drop me off at J’s house.    Great plan.

We walked over to the subway station that would take us to Brooklyn and were told that it was closed.  The subways were running on the other side of the river, but the only way to get there was to walk.  By a strange stroke of luck, I happened to have sneakers with me, or I wouldn’t have made it in my open-toed, kitten-heeled mules.  Allison was not so lucky and was wearing pretty high heels. 

We walked over the 59th Street Bridge into Queens…along with hundreds of other people.  Halfway over the bridge we were able to see the smoke clouds over downtown and to smell the burning fumes.  It was surreal…it was a total gorgeous day and the sky was unbelievably blue and then there was this huge gray cloud blocking downtown and no Twin Towers rising above the other buildings. 

Allison got really hot from all the walking and wanted to take off her sweater, but was afraid that people would be able to see her bra under her tank top.  After she said it we just laughed…because, did it really matter???  It seemed like the funniest thing she ever said.

Eventually, we got to Queens and onto a waiting subway.  The whole time I was trying to reach J’s dad, with no luck.  I refused to believe anything other than that he was fine.  On the subway, we talked to a woman who had been downtown when the buildings started to fall and she was holding a piece of charred paper that she picked up from the street.  I still couldn’t believe any of this was real.  We met up with some friends along the way and by the time we got in the car, there were 8 of us.  It was a tight squeeze back to Staten Island, but we were just happy to be out of Manhattan. 

I got to J’s and I saw the best sight ever…his dad standing in the kitchen.  Turned out that he was sneaking in a quick smoke before going to the office and was just about to head in when the first plane hit.  Someone standing next to him got hit with debris and he went to help out.  He was heading back to the office when the second plane hit.  He hung around the area, trying reach the people in his office and was still there when the buildings fell.  He made a run for it, ran into a friend of his and they jumped on the last ferry back to Staten Island before the service was shut down.  No one had been able to reach him so no one knew if he was even alive…until he came walking down the street, covered in ash.  Funny to think a cigarette saved his life.

I stayed at J’s until the next day…I really had no choice…Staten Island was also locked down, so I couldn’t leave.  We spent the day and the night glued to the TV.  They kept showing the buildings falling over and over and eventually they got a hold of the video of the impact.  They kept interviewing people who were looking for their loved ones and it was all just heartbreaking.  Also, the phone kept ringing with more and more bad news.  A lot of J’s dad’s co-workers didn’t make it out of the building. 

About a year later, J decided that he wanted to move to Battery Park City.  Things were contained and streets were re-opened and rents were dirt cheap.  I wasn’t completely on board with that plan at first, but I did love the neighborhood.  He lived there for 6 years and in those years, we both walked by Ground Zero a million times.  They re-opened the subway station that was under the WTC and they rebuilt WTC 7…a smaller building that also collapsed on 9/11, but that was about all they managed to get done.  There was very little progress on re-building the towers…or whatever is going to go there.  I haven’t been down there since we moved to the ‘burbs, but from what I understand, there still really isn’t much done.  It’s sad…it should have been done by now.  It’s been 9 years.  In a way…I feel like the terrorists got what they wanted…at least a little. 

The sculpture on the plaza was called “Sphere for Plaza Fountain”.  The artist, Fritz Koenig, designed it to be a symbol of world peace.  It was damaged on 9/11, but it managed to stay somewhat intact.  They moved it to Battery Park as a memorial to those who lost their lives in the attack.  This is what it looks like now…

The city is different now…at least for me.  I miss the old way.  I wish I could still walk across the plaza and spin.

Comments

  1. This event impacted me, as it did most of the world, greatly. I was numb for weeks – I can’t even imagine what it was like to be there.
    No one should have to go through that.
    When Wilzie and I were in NYC, we couldn’t believe all of the construction at the WTC site, yet it looked like nothing was getting done. Weird.
    Thank you for sharing your story of what I’m sure is one of the worst days of your life.

  2. Baby Brother says:

    I remember that day 9 years ago like it was yesterday. I was pulling a customers car in and the radio happened to be on 880 as they were just getting the first reports. I remember thinking the same thing how do you not see a building. Mommy had called me just as all this was going on and she said the same thing. Then the second plane hit and I knew it was no accident. We didnt have a TV at work so we were all glued to the radio. Then out of no where mommy comes driving up like a lunatic because she couldnt get a hold of you and she couldnt get into the city to get you. When I went to the deli they had the TV on and i saw the replays of what happened and went numb, I couldnt believe what I was seeing. As I drove home over the bridge I saw the smoke and it still didnt seem possible. When I got home I laid in bed and watched over and over as they replayed what happened and interveiwed people looking for loved ones. I went to NC a week later and when we were driving on the turnpike the buildings were still smoking. How can anyone let there even be talks of building a Mosque there. They should get off there asses and build a tribute to everyone who lost there lives and the first responders who are now sick. Let them find some other place in NYC to build the Mosque.

    May all those who lost their lives on 9/11 rest in peace.
    Never forget.

  3. Hey, Shana,

    I know it’s not easy but thanks so much for sharing your story. I can’t believe it’s already been nine years because, as your brother said, I remember it all so vividly. I wasn’t in the city that day but had many friends who worked in and around WTC; thankfully they were all okay. I am relieved to hear about J’s father. Thank god he went out for his ciggy that morning.

    Hope this finds you well in body and in mind. Warmest wishes, Shana.

  4. I love that you shared this. I didn’t actually know anyone who live in NY at the time but I will never forget being in class in college and hearing that a plane hit the WTC and then watching all the news footage throughout the rest of the day while I was on campus. Thanks for sharing your story.

  5. Thank you for sharing your experiences with us, Shan. This brought tears to my eyes. The images in my head from that day are still as clear as if they had happened yesterday.

  6. Although tales like these are hard to read, its so important that the stories are never forgotten. I’m so glad all your family was safe and thank you for sharing your first hand experience of that terrible day.

    Being in Toronto, I’m probably closer to NYC than a lot of Americans are and I can assure you that this tragic day affected all of us here as deeply as if we were American. Our tears of sympathy, anger, grief and disbelief flowed freely for a long time. We will never forget what your city and your country went through.

    ox

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