I’ll never forget sitting in the newsroom early that morning watching as the unthinkable happened from the safety of Midland, TX on Sept. 11, 2001. I saw the first plane hit and watched the whole thing unfold with a mix of dread, horror and confusion. I remember wondering how the firefighters were going to fight a fire so large and so high up and thought the worst about the buildings collapsing on them. And then they did. It was all I watched for days — footage of dust covered people trying to find their way home.
Eight years and two wars later we’re still living with the consequences of that day. We still haven’t caught Osama bin Laden, the man responsible for the carnage. There’s no real justice, as both wars churn on without true ends. Often I wonder what lesson did we learn, or did we learn anything at all. Sure. We take our shoes off at the airport and Washington, D.C. is a quasi police state with barricades around the monuments, but what did we learn besides how to act out in fear and anger? Are we actually safer, or have we created and illusion and named it security?
Where were you when it happened and where are you now mentally eight years later?