The day Liberty cried…

This is the 13th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks.  Although I know time has passed, for me the imprint of the event is seared on my soul.  The time that has passed has not diminished the tragedy or horror of the event – it  stays with me as if it happened yesterday.

On 9/11 many will say, always remember (myself included).  There are many folks like me who will carry this with them for their lifetimes. But for next generations, 9/11 is an item for the history and political science books.  It was an event that had a significant impact on the collective psyche of United States citizens and also was the genesis of many changes in American government policy and reach.  As one gets older, one realizes that one person’s life events is another person’s history lesson.  I am now on the life event side of the equation and have a pre-9/11 and post-9/11 reference points.

Yet, in 1963 when JFK was assassinated I was only 4 years old.  The entirety of my memories and orientation of that event lies in the memory of my mother’s reaction to the event.  My mother cried, so I knew it was important, but I had no other context in my young mind to adequately anchor such information.  JFK’s assassination was a history event for me.

Each year when I speak to my students about the anniversary of 9/11, I have to remind myself  how young they are.  The average range of my students is ages 18-24.  Students in this age range were ages 5-11 when the attacks occurred.  Their vantage point, ability to understand what was going on, and ability to understand it in context was limited in that age frame.  For many of them and the students that follow, 9/11 will be a history event.

Even for this group I have now, the memories they have are likely akin to my memories of JFK – a sense of the loss and impact based on the adults around them.  However, they did engage on other levels (as children often do in such events) – particularly through art or letters – to show support for others (the mourning, the relief workers, the country as a whole) and to help themselves express and deal with their feelings about the event.  Some of these items have been captured and retained in documentaries and in 9/11 archives.  Today, I share a few featured on the PBS site (PBS.com) as a reminder to those living the life event side of history that we have an obligation for the duration of our lifetimes to share the story of 9/11 with the young people who either never experienced it or experienced it in a limited context – we are the ones who are responsible for ensuring that others always remember.

Drawn by Max Garfin of New York City.

Drawn by Alexander Garfin of New York City at age 7.

"I feel very sorry and sad for the people who died. I was glad the firemen and everyone else were there to help them. All the people who helped make me feel sad. I hope no one ever does anything like this again," said Melanie Cohn, who was 8-years-old when she drew this picture in 2001.<br> Drawings found in The Day Our World Changed: Children's Art of 9/11 <p>by NYU Child Study Center</p>

Drawn by Tamara Obradovic in 2001, when she was 9. <br> Drawings found in The Day Our World Changed: Children's Art of 9/11 <p>by NYU Child Study Center</p>

Drawn by Ewa Podgorska in 2001, when she was 8. <br> Drawings found in The Day Our World Changed: Children's Art of 9/11 <p>by NYU Child Study Center</p>

Day one thousand five hundred and twenty-seven of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

2 thoughts on “The day Liberty cried…

  1. Thanks for the wonderful tribute; today I have e-mailed 3 main ‘news’ site editors in my area wondering where their 9/11 article was? On my drive to work I was saddened by all the flags that were at full mast; except the one put out at my work by the Vet. I drove around during my lunch break and the flags I noticed in the morning had been lowered; but others had not. I stopped into 2 places; and called one; letting them know that today the flags should be at half mast. “Never forget”. Perhaps news sources should post a reminder the day before these significant dates; with perhaps information on tribute events in the area (if any). I agree; time goes on; just like Pearl Harbor Day; but we that were impressionable will always remember. God Bless America.

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  2. I was in 3rd Grade when JFK was shot. Mom was crying by the TV when I got home. I’m sure I didn’t understand. I don’t recall what happened next, but that moment is freeze-framed in my head. NO emotion is attached to the image, though. It took seeing “Tora! TOra! TOra!” and reading John Hershey’s “Hiroshima” to awaken my horror. The A-bomb was unimaginable! 9/11 was unimaginable! Beheading reporters is unimaginable! And it’s one, two three … what are we fightin’ for? Life is a big fat river in flood.

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