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Our 9/11 -reasons to be doubtful

by captain wardrobe (2003)


[some] images from 911 digital archive

NOTE: I do not wish to imply that I am anti-American...

I would just like to see the US being run by a government the people really voted for...

Not by a world domination fixated totalitarian military JUNTA ...

...that happens to be the worlds only SUPER-POWER...

Captain Wardrobe -the present

 

Of course, everything becomes a cozy narrative in retrospect... The whole state of affairs made no sense whatsoever on the morning of Tuesday September the 11th 2001. But then, surely anything would be making more sense than what was to unfold on our screens and in our minds on that fateful day...

I remember that my wife and I awoke from our peaceful womb encased slumber with an immediate sense of foreboding. Something was wrong, and, of course, there is no way I expect you to believe this, but that is how I remember it. As we slumped downstairs, we turned the TV on straight away. Which is a rarity in this house, as it's usually the kettle which invariably become the prime focus of our immediate morning intentions...smell the coffee, indeed...

For some reason we had both stood in our lounge trying to take in what was being presented to us on our TV screen, and as that 'some reason' started to unfold we saw two towers, instantly recognizable as the world trade center in New York...

And one was on fire...bellowing thick black smoke over the scene.

My sleepy ears manage to home in on the newsreader as he was saying something about a (passenger?) plane hitting the tower, and that it was probably a terrible accident... (Thinking back it's hard to be sure whether the reports to the first plane strike made any reference to a passenger plane. Memories are funny things...)

It was then that my wife and I turned and gave each other the universally accepted look of "ugh oh!"...Because the chance of this happening seemed a little odd...we both sat down on the couch, glued to the box. The two news presenters were frantically trying to establish what was happening, all the usual circumspect and speculation, yap, yap, yap...over the pictures of the tower, smoldering. It was then that the second plane hit the building...BOOM! and we both let out a helpless 'yelp'...and thoughts of how "oh no! This is all REALLY happening"...We turned and grabbed each other, by now, uncontrollably weeping, embracing, no words. Just a shared and knowing realization that this could be it. The big one. World war III.

And so, there was the inevitable looping footage of the plane hitting. It became as if 'Die-hard' fanatics had somehow managed to hack into the TV station to show their favourite bits from the movie...

just like the movies

This unrelenting, rolling news seemed almost to be gathering all those who hadn't seen it yet, around the globe in one big hand of fate. It had grabbed us...as we sat, now hand in hand...shocked, terrified and saddened.

Shots of the buildings now both burning and now the ground shots of the scattering citizens numbed by dust, debris and terror. The fire and rescue crews desperately and heroically working through the chaos, trying to deal with the immense realities of the situation.

The blood-lusting camera crews searching for gore...I remember a black lady in tatters visibly in shock as a crew asked her if she is bleeding. "You want blood, HERE, here's some blood!" as she lift her skirt slightly to reveal blood soaked legs.

It all started to slowly sink into the rolling vignette of tabloid war reporting, something now we are all too familiar with. The sight of the debris falling from the buildings and then the horrifying realization (something which I believe the news crews started to become aware of as they were filming it), that some of this 'debris', these unidentifiable blobs, were actually real people jumping to their deaths.

On and on it went.

As we sat, taking it all in. My mind went to asking what 'America' would do...It was too scary...

but I felt justified about fears of world war and the possibility of extreme retribution.

It was now a totally different planet