Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource "September 11: Bearing Witness to History" Stories Submitted Online Description An account of the resource Visitors to the Smithsonian National Museum of American History's, "Bearing Witness to History" online exhibition submitted these reflections beginning in 2002. NMAH Story NMAH Story: Story How did you witness history on September 11th? Share your experience. It was a day when the entire world stopped and stared in disbelief. The morning of September 11, 2001, I was at home in New York City with my 3-year-old daughter, Quincy. She was going to start attending preschool in a few days so for the moment Quincy still had the luxury of playing at home in her pajamas. My wife, Theresa, had gone to London a few days earlier for business meetings so on September 11, 2001, I was at home doing household duty. At 9:00AM, I received a telephone call from Theresas mother in Rhode Island, who blurted something into the receiver. She spoke so fast I couldnt understand the words she struggled to communicate. Trying again more slowly, she asked where we were. "Home. Why?" A plane crashed into the World Trade Center! "What? No, were here." I just heard it on the radio. Thank goodness youre not there! "Were okay. Thanks for calling. Bye!" And that, for me, was how it began. I turned on the television to see Tower 1 wrapped in dark, filthy smoke. News reporters werent sure if we were watching a horrible accident or a deliberate terrorist attack. Moments later we knew the answer. I remember the colors most of all. Foul grey smoke spewing from one tower and then a radiant yellow-orange eruption slowly bursting from the other clean one. From her bedroom, Quincy heard my horror and hopped into the living room. I shut off the TV, asked her to go play with her dollhouse and, when she finally did, turned it back on. Naturally, she wanted me to play with her and kept hopping back out. I turned off the TV again. The rest of that morning I stole brief glances of the news when I was actually alone. It got to be too difficult to keep Quincy out of the living room so I unpacked our 2-inch portable TV (from our old California earthquake kit) and tried to quietly watch and listen in the corner of the kitchen. At the time, I thought I was being responsible and merely protecting her from images that a 3-year-old should never see. I eventually realized that what I was hiding from her was the fact that her world had just changed forever and there was nothing I could do to return it to where it should be. Over the ensuing days and weeks, I viewed grief and anguish through a camera lens. I initially started taking photographs because I told myself someday I would want to explain all of this to my daughter, but not until shes old enough (which is preferably at least 10 years from now). A camera isolates whats happening. The world that you see and create fits into a finely-ground, optically-perfect viewing screen. If you dont like what you see, move over an inch. I often take photographs when I want to insulate myself from my immediate surroundings weddings where I dont know anyone, things like that). If you try hard, you can pinpoint your focus and ignore the world outside the edges of the viewing screen. For the weeks following the deliberate murder of thousands of people, ignoring what was happening past the edges of the viewfinder didnt work much. It was all there, everywhere. I come from a family of 10 children and on September 11 we (and our friends) were geographically distributed across New York, New Jersey, Rhode Island, California, England, Germany, Turkey and even China. For the first few days, it was nearly impossible to make long-distance calls from New York City as all the phone lines were jammed. The most reliable way to communicate was through our local Internet accounts. The e-mails begin with my first brief message to my family at 9:39AM, before either tower had collapsed and before the magnitude of the destruction was understood. It was sent to my mother, Mona Huang, my brothers and sisters Elizabeth, Christina, Henry, Grace, Joy, Andrew, Glory, David and James my mother-in-law, Marie Menders, and my wife, Theresa. I remember that after I sent the first message, I was relieved that Theresa was in London, very far away from home. Meanwhile, Theresa was hell-bent on returning home as soon as possible. Six months later, New York City is returning. Not returning to normal, because by definition thats not possible anymore. But returning nevertheless. The debris is almost completely removed from Ground Zero and deposited somewhere out of sight, out of mind. The missing posters have been removed and replaced with tributes to the victims. Memorials remain where landlords are willing to let them, and they continue to be added to and refreshed on a daily basis. Daniel Huang April 4, 2002 NMAH Story: Life Changed Has your life changed because of September 11, 2001? If so, tell us how. NMAH Story: Remembered What do you think should be remembered about September 11th? NMAH Story: Flag Did you fly an American flag after the events of September 11th? Have your feelings about the American flag changed as a result of September 11th? Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource nmah442.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. Status The process status of this item. approved Consent Whether September 11 Digital Archive has permission to possess this item. full Posting Whether the contributor gave permission to post this item. yes Copyright Whether the contributor holds copyright to this item. yes Source The source of this item. born-digital Media Type The media type of this item. story Created by Author Whether the author created this item. yes Described by Author Whether the description of this item was submitted by the author. no Date Entered The date this item was entered into the archive. 2002-08-26 IP Address The IP address of the device used to submit the item. 12.89.132.124