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September 10, 2008


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Mike De Luca

This is why I read this blog. With you, Glenn, it comes from the heart.


Tremendously honest and moving.

Thank you.


Great writing Glenn.

On the morning of September 11th I was off work and watching Mark Kermode's documentary about the making of 'The Shawshank Redemption'. Once it finished I switched over and watched the second plane go in. Over the next few hours I felt the gradual realisation that I was watching the world change in front of me.

I pray America has the sense to remove the belligerent Republicans from the White House this November. Can you imagine McCain and Palin's response to a moment like 9/11?

Best wishes from the UK.

Stephen Whitty

Thanks Glenn, for this.

I was at that "Monsoon Wedding" screening too, left on a high, and then came out to see everyone standing open-mouthed around TVs. Sort of went on autopilot; went in a daze to a publicist's office to pick up tickets and then as it sunk in watched it, again and again. (With Adrienne Shelley, of all people, rest her. How weird is that?)

What I most remember -- apart from the first day of watching it, over and over, and wondering where the hell the president was -- was how wonderful the Canadians all were. The immediate blood drive at the Manulife Center. They way even waitresses would break off to urge me to take the train home instead of fly -- "It's a lovely ride!" And the final relief when an Air Canada flight came through.

No, I won't forget that day either -- particularly for how, as Ray Winstone expressed, so many people were with us then, and how quickly that good will was squandered.


Fantastic piece, Glenn. I was on a bus on the way to work that morning, listening to it all on my walkman. Everyone else on the bus was (or seemed to be) oblivious. At one point, the bus had to stop, so the police could roust a couple of guys who had either snuck on, or were drunk -- can't remember which. Anyway, everyone on the bus had to get off, and I stood there, with this catastrophe ringing in my ears, watching these guys get rousted, and all the while I wanted to stop everyone and say, "Don't any of you know what's going on right now?"

Tony Dayoub

I was at my old job, a deadline driven legal firm that shall remain nameless, and we were all crowded around a TV agape. Only the first plane had hit when my boss walks in and says, "Okay, folks, I know this is awful, but let's get back to work. They're just replaying the same stuff here. It's not like there's going to be another one."

Then moments later there was. And for once, do I wish he would have been right.

Mark Salisbury

Just echoing the above. A great piece Glenn. I was in Paris seven years ago today having just interviewed Audrey Tautou for Premiere when the WTC was hit. I remember walking around Paris in a daze when I heard the news, desperately looking for a bar with a TV set (rather difficult as it turned out), thinking the world would never be the same again...


What a beautiful post. Thank you for it.

I had briefly met two young men who died at Cantor Fitzgerald that day. One of them was the elder son of a professor I had worked for and loved dearly. This son was an amazingly handsome young man with a brilliant talent for derivatives; he had begun working there in August. The other man I had met at a party about a week before when he was eagerly chatting up a beautiful friend of mine.

It's hard for me to think about anything related to that day, or indeed the weeks after. My husband and I went to Beth Israel to donate blood for survivors who never arrived. It was a huge line that snaked out the door, and as I walked out after donating I could hear people in it talking in French, Swedish, Russian, Hebrew and a number of other languages I didn't know. Everyone wanted to do something, anything.

On a perfect fall day a few years ago I was out with a bunch of girlfriends and someone remarked on the weather. Without thinking I replied what had been in my mind all day: "It's 9/11 weather." Every New Yorker at the table immediately said sadly that yes, they'd been thinking of that too. We are probably fated to think of that all our lives.

I fell in love with David Hemmings in Blow Up and it's touching to hear that he provided some cheer for you amid the gloom. I wish his filmography were longer.

Mary Kay

I was in my living room in Maumee, Ohio, flipping channels to Sesame Street for my son when I caught a glimpse of the report just minutes after the first plan hit. After I got the TV to PBS, I ran to the back room and turned on the TV there and watched. It was such a beautiful day out, just like today. And I remember thinking that all the violent movies I'd ever seen were so obviously fake, because real violence is unbearable. How all you New Yorkers were able to deal is a mystery to me, because here in my little house in Ohio, far away from New York City, I was in shock. I prayed for all of you as hard as I have ever prayed in my life. It was a very bad day.

Herman Scobie

I was lucky enough to get one of the last trains out of Penn Station back to New Jersey, after breathing in ash as I hurriedly left work. Sitting in front of me were two men who had escaped the first tower. One told of stepping over bodies while the other, who never spoke, simply nodded. As we left the tunnel into Secaucus, we could see the second tower in flames. A couple of minutes after we could no longer see it, a man on a cell phone said it too had fallen. The two men remained quiet the rest of the trip, obviously in shock.

Ed Hulse

Mark from the U. K. asks, "Can you imagine McCain and Palin's response to a moment like 9/11?" Yes, Mark, I can. That's the main reason I'm voting for them.


Mark from the U. K. asks, "Can you imagine McCain and Palin's response to a moment like 9/11?" Yes, Mark, I can and that's the main reason I'm NOT voting for them.


@ Mark and Ed Hulse

You know, I was wondering how long it would take for a tribute to 9/11 to degrade into election-year flamebait bullshit.


That morning, I was making love to my fiancee (who I didn't end up marrying) and i realized that it was the morning Bob Dylan's "Love & Theft" came out, so after I showered, I jumped in my car and headed to the store, listnieng to NPR and htey said something abotu a small plane hitting one of towers, before I got into the store, they announced it was an airliner and I knew it was trouble.

I got into the store as it opened, got my Dylan and asked, kinda casually, if they had heard anything else. the guys looked at me with a "What?" expression, clearly not news followers. I told them I had heard someone crashed a plane into the WTC and one of them flipped a TV on and I saw the first image of all the fire and smoke.

That whole day was spent around the tube, as it was for a lot of us Americans, my mouth gaped open, and yet, not as surprised as i thought I'd be. I didn't get my first listen of the Dylan CD until later that night. We had some friends over for dinner and I spun it and it really blew me down. I think I listened to it for months on end. Stil do.

7 years later, that day is still fairly vivid. I never married that girl. I met my wife three years after that day, married her and had the most amazingly, beautiful baby girl the world has ever seen and consider myself lucky to just be alive and happy and not guilty about it.

Life goes on, until it doesn't.

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