Where were you on 9/11/01?

ScarletBegonias

ScarletBegonias

Dagobah Resident
I am writing this thread to reflect on my thought process on 9/11/01. At the time when it all went down my ignorance ran deep...

On the morning of the 11th I dropped my boyfriend off at work since he had just lost his license days prior at a DUI check point on Labor Day. I came home to hear the alarm clock had gone off. A guy on the radio was talking about planes hitting the WTC and I didn't think it was actual news that I was hearing. Moments later my boyfriend called to tell me it was real...

My boyfriend and I did not have a television so when I got to work at a library and saw the footage of the people jumping on a little TV in the break room, my heart stopped. Then, just in the nick of time, we had someone to blame for this terror, Osama bin Laden. I remember how fortunate I felt that my government was so exceptionally efficient in finding the culprit...

That night I drank seven shots of vodka and, as my speech slurred, I expressed great concern that I couldn't understand how people could commit such heartless acts...

In the time following the events I wrote letters to my cousins who had gone off to war. I wrote to tell them that I supported them for fighting this evil and that I believed the history books would record them as heroes, regardless of others' skepticism...

I was 22 at the time...If you would like to share your thought process on that day, feel free to add it to this thread. If not, then this shall serve as a good reflection for me and hopefully others...
 
I was working as a musician at an Irish pub in Denmark at the time. I walked in there during the afternoon and on the big screen in the pub instead of adverts an tv and stuff I saw instead a building with plumes of smoke coming out of it , I did not know it was the towers in New york until I asked someone.

I was completely shocked as were all who were watching.

I went back to a friends house where myself , him , his brother and a few others just sat indoors watching the developments/lies unfold.We talked a lot discussing this horrific event. Although I obviously did not know at that point what is known now , but we all thought it had to be a massive operation by a James bond villain type of organisation. I mean it had to be , this was America!
 
On that day, I was watching tv ( CNN ) as I was trying to improve my english. When suddenly there were the images of the planes hitting the towers.It
was a schock when the second one hit too. At that moment,I felt a chill in my back getting worse as the news were unfolding.My husband,who does not
understand English, wanted to know what was going on there, as he wathed the terrifying images but could not understand anything.

Needless to say that the rest of the day was filled with the anxiety of the events and the contradiction of the information provided.
 
I was in NYC, start of the work day. My mother called and told me about it. I put the little TV on and my brother and I (we worked together) watched. We watched for a while, and about 20 minutes or so later, the first tower to collapse went down. I was SHOCKED (this is the understatement of the millennium) and called to my brother who was in a different part of the studio while I was watching in the office to come and see this TOTALLY unbelievable development.

Then, later the second tower collapsed too!!! I can't really express what was going on in my mind. I thought there was going to be about 15,000 to 20,000 deaths and many serious injuries besides. After a while I started calling friends, clients, etc. to make sure everyone was OK. Spent the rest of the day in shock and a pervasive sadness.

After a few days I started getting suspicious with all the mainstream media BS coverage, especially that they knew all the high-jackers' names, passport pictures, what "cell" they were from (Hamburg, etc.), all their activities, and on and on, AND they not only were able to investigate a CRIME of such magnitude so quickly, they were also releasing all this information to the public. Well, that was definitely suspicious and didn't seem to follow the protocols of what a normal investigation would. I kept thinking what about other accessories to the crime/accomplices. They just made it very unlikely to catch anyone else by releasing all this info. Also the Pentagon being hit was really bothering me, that's what really got me thinking it was a false flag early on because I knew of many such from the past (but I had no idea of all the details at the time, such as no 757 hit the Pentagon, because the media just blacked that out and kept their psyops focused on the World Trade Center).

By the way, we had just moved about 9 months before from that area, just 8 blocks north of the WTC, all the way uptown. For couple of months, no one was allowed to go below 14th Street, basically all of lower Manhattan was off limits. The first time we were able to go down their, there was an awful smell (that lasted many months) that we had noticed around 14th Street before then, but not as strong.
 
I was working at home. Something tipped me off, and I turned on the TV. I think a lot of it had already happened by then. My first thoughts were "how convenient," which is to say that after the recent Bush regime takeover (rigged election, Supreme Court maneuver) this seemed like a too-perfect next step. And when I saw the tower collapses I immediately thought "controlled demolition."

I did think about the people in the towers and nearby, but I was more concerned about the future of those of us that remained.
 
My story is a little different. I was working at a natural grocery store at the time, and had the day off. I didn't get to sleep until 5 AM, and woke up around 2 in the afternoon (east coast, U.S.).

I remember being late to meet a friend for lunch, so quickly dressed and caught a city bus for the 30 minute ride. The bus was full of extra quiet people, and in retrospect, there was a peculiar vibe going around, but I didn't think much of it.

I got off at my stop, and immediately ran into a group of friends. We greeted, and someone said "Crazy day, huh?" to which I gave a funny look. I was still late, so I excused myself and started walking towards my friend's apartment. It's about 3:30 now, and I still had no idea anything had happened.

My friend had no television, only a radio, which he was listening to intently. He could not believe I hadn't heard! "Planes flew into the towers" he said. I asked a couple of questions, and he was so emphatic I just couldn't understand it. "So, some planes flew into some towers? What's the big deal?" was my dense thinking at the time. He also recounted that there had been numerous accounts of explosions being reported over the radio throughout the morning, and tried to recount everything he had heard, but it was hard to put together.

I also didn't own a TV, and didn't even see the video of the event until late the following day. It was hard to grasp what had happened without seeing it, and made for an interestingly detached perspective initially.

I'm kind of glad I missed all the ruckus and initial brainwashing, as it has been easier for me to question the events of that day. The endless hours I spent researching and educating myself about what may have really happened in the years that followed contributed a lot towards my 'waking up' so to speak, and is pretty closely linked to me finding this group and the work here. What a long, strange, 10 years its been. :)
 
Just returned to the VI from Boston the day before and remembered the story about the Pentagon losing some 2 trillion plus $$$. But after hearing the story I was surfing C-SPAN and CNN the next day(curious, because after Bush had been elected, I stopped watching CSPAN as well as the other mainstream news media because of the overwhelming sense of fiction being propagated).

It was no surprise to me when I flipped to CNN, to see the 2nd plane crashing into the building and I said to my housemate, "This is a distraction". Everyone was freaking out and when I saw the way the buildings fell, I knew that my hours of watching demolitions on the Discovery Channel would pay off. Buildings do not fall straight down like that unless explosives are used.

From that point, I realized that the television was being used as a tool to program people to feel and do certain things at certain times. When sharing my POV with others, I learned quickly how people's emotions did not allow them to "see" and put information in perspective as well as to keep my mouth shut. I worked in the media field for over a decade at that time and know how to manipulate stories and edit out things to put a spin on what the controller wants portrayed. That's one of the reasons I view edutainment with a jaundice eye.

Thanks for letting me share.
 
I was on a bus on my way to university at the time. The bus driver had the radio on but I couldn't hear it because I was listening to some music. I only heard it for a few seconds before I got off the bus, and they were saying that the Pentagon was under attack. I was shocked, to say the least, but I didn't have time to hear more as I had to get off the bus. I wasn't even sure if it was actually happening or not. When I got to class, everybody was talking about it, but nobody knew what was really going on, because we didn't have access to any tv or radio. Some people were saying that Bush was dead.

I spent the whole day feeling confused and anxious, not knowing what was happening. It was only when I got home that evening that I found out what had happened. My mother had been glued to the television all day and filled me in. That's when I learned about the planes hitting the towers. I remember feeling sad for the people who had died, but I didn't really understand the consequences.
 
At that time I was working in Denver, Colorado on night shift.
I got home about 9:00 am and my wife called me from Toronto
and asked me to turn on the TV. I then watched the whole thing
until the first tower collapsed. I could'nt understand how this could
be possible.
The next day was very eerily quiet; no traffic on the highways and
no planes flying.
One comment from co-worker struck me especially: Why do they hate us?
 
I had met my boy friend the month before 9/11 and was very much in love so I phoned him everyday when I woke up. On 9/11 I woke up and phoned him. He answered, I said: "hey babe, I just woke up what are you doing?" and he answered, "I'm watching the world end." That answer was the strangest thing I'd ever heard him say so I asked what he was talking about and he said, "just go turn on your TV and watch the news." So I went and did. I was soooo shocked and in awe. I had to start getting ready for work so I did as I watched TV. I ran to catch the bus. The streets were completely empty. I worked at the mall then, so I went to the store I worked at and the mall was dead. Only a few people were there and were watching the TV outside in radio shack across my store. So I asked the manager if I could go watch, since there was no one around, and she said ok.

As I watched the TV, the chanel was on a station that was showing the buildings and suddenly building 7 went down. I asked the guy next to me if he saw that and he was shocked too. We thought another plane hit, when the news went on the live feed of the owner of building 7 saying they decided to "pull it" or whatever he said. At that moment I just knew something fishy was going on. Especially how the news was spinning that "terrorists with box cutters" had done all this. I went back to work and my manager told me that I could leave if I wanted to since the mall was dead and it was unlikely that it would get busy. So I called my boyfriend and he came to pick me up with my other best friend at the time. We drove around listening to music, namely tupac, and I cried as I listened to the song Changes. Deep down I knew something was terribly wrong and that in many ways our world did "end".
 
I was in a research center on the campus of the university where I worked, doing IT stuff. It was one of many non-regular locations where I was assigned temporarily. In a strange twist of fate, the colleague I was working with happened to have his birthday that day and eventually ended up being assigned to that location permanently.

Since I was going around from station to station doing whatever the assignment was, my interaction with other individuals was limited. I got a page from my dad to his cell phone number {insert pager joke here} just about exactly one hour after the first plane hit, making it that same exact time U.S. central time. He asked me if I knew what was going on (no), where I was, briefly described the events so far, and told me he had heard that my friends living in NYC were OK. Either while I was on the phone or immediately after I got off I tried to access CNN's website and it crashed. The rest of the day did offer some discussion and reflection but we were not dismissed from work early.

I was still in the early-to-mid stages of awakening at this point and was still a few years off from coming across the Cass material, but my questioning of the political system was in full effect. Still, I didn't really have the proper tools or know where to look to deal with the events in the proper perspective. I knew something was really off, I just couldn't put my finger on it or find a way to articulate it to anyone I thought might be sympathetic. It wasn't until coming across "911 in Plane Site" over two years later and then the Cass material that I started to put the bigger picture together.

A day or two after the events, working in the same building where I was on the day, someone in one of the offices made a derogatory comment wondering when "all this patriotic bullshit" was going to end. I was just the IT guy in the background and when she noticed I was there she clammed up about it. I wanted to say, "Hey, I agree with you completely," but it didn't seem worth stirring the pot over so I just went about my business. Just one early episode of self-censorship with many to follow due to this grand psy-op perpetrated on all of us.


p.s. Please check out my post under 9/11 general discussion about 10th anniversary events if you haven't yet:
http://cassiopaea.org/forum/index.php/topic,25020.0.html
The Toronto Hearings look like they might be a big enough deal to get some kind of ball rolling. The live streaming eventually worked OK after being plagued by some technical difficulties, but unfortunately trying to view videos from the archive has not worked well for me so far. There will eventually be edited video releases/DVDs. This looks like it could be the biggest information sharing event among knowledgeable people regarding 9/11 at one time in once place yet.
 
Eating a good soup made by my mommy with her and my family. Good times by that moment.

:O I watched at that age a documentary about the end of the world and I was scared and curious about it.
 
I was halfway thorough my nightshift and listening to the radio to make the time go faster. When the newsreader announced the first crash and minutes later a second, I thought to myself 'It's a damn setup'. I was years away from this website or a computer but 'I knew' something was very fishy.
 
I was in my dorm room sleeping and my roommate was on the phone with someone. He said something like "No way!" and turned on the tv in the room and woke me up to the video of the planes crashing into the towers. I don't recall being very shocked or concerned at the time. I had already been learning about how corrupt our world was for a couple of years at that time and how nothing is as it seems. The day of school was cancelled and I hung out with my girlfriend at the time watching the video play over and over in the lobby of one of the dorm buildings.
 
I don't remember - which suggests that it was in all likelihood a perfectly ordinary day for me. I don't remember it making any particularly strong impression on me, either.

The only unusual significance the event gained in my mind was years later when reading up on it and learning some of the truth behind it.
 
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