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How we showed there was life after 9/11

September 4, 2013 11:53
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The World Trade Centre was an anchor for our neighbourhood, a north star to help one navigate the warrens of New York’s streets, a beacon for all who could catch a glimpse of its Twin Towers. The date of its destruction is a similar anchor to the calendar, a fixed point against which we measure our growth. As we gain distance from that day, pixilated images and inchoate impressions have found a measure of coherence, hardened to memory.

Our museum is just a few blocks south of the World Trade Centre site, and, on 9/11, we were engulfed by the giant cloud of dust and smoke and ash that emanated from the collapsed buildings. Our colleagues on that day found their way by foot and ferry to safer ground, but were forever marked by their shared experience. Located in the “frozen zone,” our neighbourhood was sealed off and inaccessible in the days and weeks following the attacks.

Following the attacks, we were faced with the daunting task of rebuilding. Although we suffered no significant physical damage, our collective sense of well-being and confidence were shattered. The museum family was spared direct loss, but each member of the staff who witnessed the attack and its aftermath was changed.

I was in Berlin on 9/11 at the opening of the Jewish Museum and returned erev Rosh Hashanah to find my apartment uninhabitable and my colleagues, each in their own way, responding to their collective and individual traumas. I had lunch with the museum’s chairman, Robert Morgenthau, a week or so after my return, and he told me to get the museum open again as soon as possible. I responded that it would be difficult since we were locked down by roadblocks and surrounded by armed guards.

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