More from my midnight visit to Ground Zero/Freedom Plaza. Ribbons flutter at St. Paul’s Church, which has become the defacto memorial site for visitors and loved ones alike. Nearby twin lights commemorate the lost towers. And, sadly, concrete barriers representing the irony of a new security state.
Not only were there hundreds of barriers like these, but I saw countless cameras, fences, bollards, cops, ‘security’ staff, etc., - all for freedom. It’s a scene of utter madness.
destroying the town to save it and all … :(
We don’t talk about it. Not in the weeks or months after, and not ten years after. I don’t watch the documentaries, I don’t read the books, I wasn’t even going to do this. When you live in new York, it becomes a part of you. It’s not just the place where you live, it’s an integral part of who you are and who you hope to become. I wasn’t born in new York city, but i feel homesick for it in a way I never felt for anywhere else when I leave. I have a love and hate relationship with this city like I would with a person. It represents all my hopes and triumphs, my heartbreak and challenges, my past, my future, my personality, and I know everyone else here loves it in the same way that i do. When they took those buildings and those people it was like they took a piece of each of us, and it’s personal. I think that’s why we don’t talk about it.