“The Members, on the Capitol steps, singing God Bless America. It wasn’t a made-for-tv moment - in the hours and days and weeks later when it was replayed on TV it felt trite and corny but in that moment, that night, it felt like we were clinging to something, like a lifeline.”
From breakthecitysky:
“I worked on the Hill then, for a Wisconsin congressman who has since retired. My father’s birthday, talking on the phone with him, telling him I had to go because something was going on. I would have been more reassuring on the phone, I think, if I’d realized it would be almost 12 hours before I could get a line through to him to tell him I was okay.Smoke, pouring out of the sky to the south. Gridlocked traffic, thousands of people in the streets and yet the only sound, the only sound on that true blue dream of a day, were the radios, filtering through open car windows, news reports. No one was talking, everyone was just walking with these almost perfectly blank faces that broke into flinches when the fighter jets started to fly overhead. Some people were crying.
The Members, on the Capitol steps, singing God Bless America. It wasn’t a made-for-tv moment - in the hours and days and weeks later when it was replayed on TV it felt trite and corny but in that moment, that night, it felt like we were clinging to something, like a lifeline.
What’s funny is that I don’t really remember much solid from that day, just flashes and images, sensory inputs that pull together to form an outline of a story of incredible loss and sadness. What I remember most is the day after, and the day after, and the day after, making my way to work on streets that were guarded by soldiers with weapons on their shoulders, ready for battle. How is this my country, I wondered. These are images from abroad, not here.
What will we become?
— Celine Haga
Minneapolis, Minn.
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