Imported from Vox
What are your personal memories of September 11th?
I remember what a beautiful day it was in Georgia. I worked at this place that had a screened in porch where we could eat lunch. I remember looking out the window of the screened in porch and marveling at just how tranquil it was right there. And I remember thinking "how can it be so tranquil here right now?" It was such a contrast to the tragic events that were happening elsewhere. I had just seen images on the television of people jumping from ridiculous heights in the tower to their death, the second tower crumbling and the surrounding panic. All of it was so hard to process. Everything just seemed so removed and surreal.
I also remember being afraid of what life would be like after that day. I had visions of some awfulNineteen Eighty-Four meetsThe Handmaid's Tale world coming to power.
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