September 2011
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Reader memories of 9/11: justliziam
“Even at 10 years old, I knew that protecting her was what needed to be my priority in the midst of all the chaos.”
From justliziam:
The Day I Can’t Seem To Forget
On September 11th, 2001 I was a 5th grader at St. Cecilia’s catholic school in San Antonio, Texas. I remember being in my homeroom classroom learning about Texas History when the 4th grade teacher came running...
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Reader memories of 9/11: asian-val
“The very first thing that came to my mind was the safety of my father, who was at the time was on active duty in the Navy and was deployed in the Middle East. Every morning before I ride the bus to school, I would call my dad to tell him good night and I love you; that morning, not one family member of my dad’s squadron could get a hold of them.”
From asian-val:
Unexpected Turmoil
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August 2011
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DiscoveryNews: "Letters Home After 9/11" →
discoverynews:
The following is a letter DiscoveryNews.com’s Managing Editor Amanda Onion wrote home shortly after Sept. 11, 2001.
DiscoveryNews is compiling a collection called Letters Home After 9/11 and would like to include yours. Please email them to amanda_onion@discovery.com, taking out any parts you’d like to keep personal.
Amanda wrote the letter below to her hometown minister, Scott...
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Reader memories of 9/11: creatingwonderland
“The next day at school, we found out one of the 7th graders parent was on one of the planes that hit the towers.”
From creatingwonderland:
“It was the second day of second grade and I was the line-leader going to gym. We all had to bring our lunch boxes with us and drop them off in our locker/cubbies. When we were walking the teacher stopped me and my mom was standing in...
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Reader memories of 9/11: hystericalanduseless
“My morning hospital shift started at 6 AM and I arrived a bit early that day. As always, I was the first on duty. I flipped on the radio which was set to KROQ to keep me company in the lonely, sterile environment.”
From hystericalanduseless:
“I was 19 years old in 2001. My morning hospital shift started at 6 AM and I arrived a bit early that day. As always, I was the...
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Reader memories of 9/11: shortformblog
“When those two towers hit, there it was. My first real memory of being on my own.”
From shortformblog:
Good news and bad news
When my roommate came in on that September morning and I was just rubbing my eyes open, he told me that he had “some good news and some bad news.”
I forgot the good news.
When I woke up that morning, the television showed one blazing tower with as many...
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Masked protesters aid Time Warner’s bottom line... →
Interesting article in the New York Times on the Guy Fawkes masks seen at Anonymous demonstrations. BART protesters, take note.
When members appear in public to protest censorship and what they view as corruption, they don a plastic mask of Guy Fawkes, the 17th-century Englishman who tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament.
Stark white, with blushed pink cheeks, a wide grin and a thin black...
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Reader memories of 9/11: godinezzz
“Terrorism had not entered my lexicon before that day.”
From godinezzz:
“The events unfolded well before I got up for the second Tuesday of 7th grade. I caught some of the coverage before I headed out of the house, so I was quick to answer the homeroom teacher when he asked the class if we were aware of what was happening. The teacher turned on the news coverage for the...
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Reader memories of 9/11: alterposer
“When it was time to go to school my mom told us that she wouldn’t let us go…”
From alterposer:
I was eleven years old in the seventh grade and it was a normal school day except I didn’t go to school that day. When my siblings got ready, I usually occupied my time with morning cartoons and I just remember flipping through the channels and being annoyed that, what seemed...
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Cover-up worse than illness →
Hiding Parkinson’s disease became a young woman’s worst problem:
I could not keep this from the man that I loved anymore. A little more than a year after my diagnosis, I sat my husband on the couch and tried to explain what Parkinson’s disease was. It was my “CliffsNotes” version, direct and to the point.
After spilling my well-rehearsed speech, I took a breath and...
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Reader memories of 9/11: cointel-pro
“When the second plane hit, that’s when when my Dad said, ‘that wasn’t an accident.’”
From cointel-pro:
I remember it being really early in the morning. My parents were watching the news and i was getting ready to go to school. The news was reporting about how a plane crashed into one of the twin towers. We all thought that it was probably an accident. The building...
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“I think readers can find, already, a dozen pieces that couldn’t get past the...”
– Tom Lutz, editor-in-chief of the L.A. Review of Books, in an interview with LAist.
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Submitting an article to Op-Ed →
brandyzzyzx replied to your photo:
Why is living the correct way “news” or something to give someone praise for. This is NOT a story. This is not news, and kind of disgusting in her self righteousness. Living this way my entire adult life, and noone is patting me on the back. LAME
This is an op-ed piece. It’s part of ”Postcards from the recession,” a series of on-the-ground...
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Reader memories of 9/11: phbr
“I asked my parents if Los Angeles would get attacked. I don’t remember how they answered me.”
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“That morning, my mom took me and my siblings to the LA County Fair. I remember being very excited to see all my friends, eat funnel cake, watch the pigs race, and eat Vitamix samples. As my mom drove up to one of the entrances, there was a lot of traffic. Every car that...
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Reader memories of 9/11: wastebaskets
“The higher the plumes of smoke reach the more intense my guilt becomes.”
From wastebaskets:
My 9/11
On the morning of September 11, 2001, I’m in my ninth grade science class. It’s my home room, or the first class of the day. My teacher turns the television on and shuts the lights off. Most classes don’t have television sets, but we do. I wonder why that is. We watch replay after...
