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The fiery cloud came at us from the sky like a giant asteroid in a cheesy sci-fi movie
WTC Attack
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![]() Pedestrians flee as the World Trade Center's south tower crashes. Tuesday, Sept. 11, 2001. Amy Sancetta
by Ana Simo NEW YORK CITY, SEPTEMBER 11, 2001. Thousands of people were running north this morning on Centre Street, fleeing a gigantic ball of black ash and fire released by the first collapsing World Trade Center Tower. I was one of them. The fiery cloud came at us from the sky like a giant asteroid in a cheesy sci-fi movie we were extras in a cheap remake of "Independence Day" or "The Day the Earth Stood Still," the role, if you stop to think about it, that every New Yorker was born to play. Terror struck us in a grandiose, clichéd way as we always knew it would, if it would at all. Unreality helped us keep our heads cool and our mouths shut. It was a purposeful, focused silence honed by years of negotiating these intrinsically mean streets (Giuliani and Disney notwithstanding). Even now, as night falls, the babbling Babel remains preternaturally subdued, at least south of 14th Street, where only wailing ambulances and cop cars are allowed and, up to a certain point, pedestrians. As the day comes to an end, the media will inevitably begin to spice up their rehashed coverage with tales of mayhem and chaos in Lower Manhattan. There is a horrendous story of carnage under the WTC rubble, where thousands are dead or dying. But that's a different story: mayhem and chaos are the business of those who flee and survive, and I saw none of that this morning, even when we thought we were running for our lives. When terror rained on us this morning, we, New Yorkers, reflexively put on our deadpan subway face. Maybe a little softer than usual at the edges, allowing others into our emotional periphery, but still not breaching our mutual privacy (we know people are dying nearby, we know we could be next), but icily alert at the center (we're exiting at a lonely subway station in the middle of the night.) It's our very best civic face. It'll see us through.
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