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9-11 and Ze Frank. The man who thinks. [Sep. 7th, 2006|03:55 pm]
Alice Pane

This man is not just an internet fad.  He says what I wish I could articulate.  Here are his comments on the upcoming September eleventh anniversary.  Take them to heart.


Ze Frank commenting on 9-11 with slight editing:

Let’s talk about [this] now rather than on Monday when all the TV coverage will make me want to throw up in my shoes.  I did live in Brooklyn at the time, in fact in this very same place.  The night before, I was hit with a back spasm that was so bad that while I was lying on the floor I contemplated peeing myself rather than try to make it to the bathroom, which was about 15 feet away.  Before going to sleep that night I self medicated with some vicodin left over from a root canal.  It was in that orange haze that I woke up late the next morning to the sound of the phone ringing.  When the answering machine picked up, my sister spoke in the voice that she would use to describe something normal, like a cookbook or a new pair of shoes.

 “We’re under attack, we’re being bombed.”

I don’t know what else she said but the vicadin put a soft, almost cozy Hallmark blur around that moment.  TV was out, the broadcast antenna no longer existed; so my little clock radio stepped up to fill in the gaps.  I live about five blocks from the east river, directly across from the southern tip of Manhattan.  It took me and the tennis racket I brought along as a crutch almost forty five minutes to make that trip.  The tennis racket would be lost along the way as I stopped to learn on cars when my back seized up.  The parked cars were clean that morning, the last time they would be for weeks to come as the wind shifted the smoke plume directly over my neighborhood.  The ash that would cover the windshields looked like a fine snow except for the intermittent scraps of paper, some of which contained a legible word or two.  The cars were dirty, but even the dirt was somehow sacred and even the school kids resisted the temptation to write “clean me” in the passenger side windows.


By the time I reached the water both buildings had collapsed and lower Manhattan was engulfed in smoke.  I tried to squint through it to make out any hint of something that might have remained.  With no particular thought in my head I started crying.  A woman I assume was a nurse, because she was dressed like one, came up and hugged me.  She said she was sorry, something I didn’t understand but still feels like the right thing to have said.


So in the last week President Bush has called on Americans to use the five year anniversary of September eleventh as a chance to recall the unity that we felt in its aftermath.  It was a pretty amazing unity.  We were certainly bonded together by fear, but also by a kind of hopefulness.  It was a hopefulness from the experience of the amazing strength that we have when we decide to help each other.  That unity was not about the government.  It was a shared determination among us to make things better.  The president seems to think that unity implies supporting him and his policies.  In my personal opinion the president has no right to attach himself to that part of our experience.  He already had his shot.


While every other aspect of 9-11 is defiled this Monday, let us at least keep in tact the memory of what that unity meant to us.


[User Picture]From: shutt3rg33k
2006-09-08 02:28 am (UTC)
Amen. Thank you for sharing this.
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