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Carol Chave
Lower Manhattan, 9/11/01
All photos © Drunell Levinson. All rights reserved.
September 11th was a bright, sunny day. My kids had
left for school, and I was sitting in the kitchen listening to the BBC
from London.
Suddenly there was a break in the programming and an
announcement that an airplane had just hit the World Trade Center in New
York. I looked out my window and saw people on the sidewalk looking at
the Trade Center, a mile and a half South. Not knowing what to do, I
joined them.
Later, I went to a building across the street and joined many
people on the roof, watching the unfolding event and hearing reports
of other planes, hitting the Pentagon and headed for unknown
destinations. Bridges and tunnels to Manhattan were closed. Standing on the
roof, looking at the Hudson River, I expected to see bridges and tunnels
exploding. I wondered where the next plane would hit: my roof? my
husband's office near Rockefeller Center? my children's school in the East
Village?
My quilt shows the bright sunny day; the river running;
the buildings and blood; and, the huge clouds of smoke and debris,
rising above, billowing, and blowing East on the prevailing wind.
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