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 Digital Archive Emails Description An account of the resource This collection contains emails which were sent or received on or around September 11, 2001. As of this writing individuals have submitted more than 1,500 correspondences. September 11 Email September 11 Email: Body The basic content, as unstructured text; sometimes containing a signature block at the end. > From: "Mike Daisey" > Sent: Tuesday, September 11, 2001 3:25 PM > Subject: 9/11/01, pt 2 > > > > I am writing this from my home in Brooklyn after > leaving Manhattan. I have > signed up for a time slot to give blood later this > evening and have a few > hours available before then. > > After my last posting I made my way east through an > urban > moonscape--everywhere there is ash, abandoned bags > in the street, people > looking lost. I managed to get a cell line out to > Jean-Michele, who is still > in Seattle, and she helped me navigate with online > maps as I plotted my exit > strategy. > > Bizarrely, I caught a taxi crosstown. I was standing > at a corner, I©m not > even certain where, and a taxi was sitting there. A > very pushy woman, whom I > will always be thankful for, barged her way into the > cab. In a moment, > without thinking, I climbed in too. The driver, a > Pakistani guy who had an > improbable smile, immediately took off. > > The ash blocks out the sun downtown--it©s like > driving in an impossible > midnight, and even more impossible that I©m in a > cab, with this woman who > won©t stop trying her cell phone and another man, my > age, who looks like > he©s been crying. Maybe he just has ash in his eyes. > I know I do--I feel > like I will never see properly again, though that©s > probably just trauma. I > don©t even know where the driver is going. The > crying man got someone on > *his* cell phone, starts explaining what he©s seeing > out the window. It©s > like having a narrator traveling with us--I only > notice the things that he > is describing as he describes them. > > God bless that taxi driver--we never paid him. He > let us all off, and I > think he got out as well, near the Brooklyn Bridge. > There are cops > everywhere, people are herding themselves quite > calmly, mutely, onto the > bridge. We all walk across the Brooklyn Bridge, > which is unbelievably > beautiful, the wires and stone of the bridge > surrounding us and the bright > sun ahead, passing out of darkness. > > No one is talking to each other, but there is a > sense of warmth. Everyone > has their cell phones out, fishing for a clear > signal. Those who catch them > talk hurriedly to families, friends, people in other > cities, children in > their homes. It is comforting to hear their voices, > telling how they are > okay, shhh, it's okay, I©m okay. As we walk out into > the sunlight, I am so > happy to be in this company, the company of people > who are alright, those > who walked out. > > I was in the city today to turn in some of my book, > I had stayed up all > night writing and I was so worried--is it ready, > have I done my work? Those > questions seem small today--not unimportant, but > smaller, in a new > proportion. I kept thinking of how much I have left > to do in my life, so > many things that are undone, people I haven©t spoken > to in years. It's > overwhelming to feel everyone around me thinking the > same thing, the > restless thoughts trickling over this bridge as we > come back to Brooklyn. > > From the Promenade I stand with hundreds of others, > listening to radios, > watching the plumes of smoke and the empty holes in > the skyline. People > stand there for a long time, talk to one another in > hushed tones. Someone > hands out a flier for a vigil this evening, which I > will go to after I give > blood. > > What can be said? Just this: we will emphasize the > horror and the evil, and > that is all true. It is not the entire story. I saw > an old man with > breathing problems and two black kids in baggy pants > and ghetto gear rubbing > his back, talking to him. No one was rioting or > looting. People helped each > other in small and tremendous ways all day longSa > family was giving away > sandwiches at the Promenade. Everyone I talked to > agreed to go give blood. > If a draft had been held to train people to be > firefighters there would have > been fights to see who got to volunteer. > > No matter how wide and intricate this act of evil > may be it pales in > comparison to the quiet dignity and strength of > regular people. I have never > been more proud of my country. > > md > > September 11 Email: Date The local time and date when the message was written. 9/11/01 September 11 Email: To The email addresses, and optionally names of the message's recipients September 11 Email: From The email address, and optionally the name of the author. September 11 Email: CC The email addresses of those who received the message addressed primarily to another. September 11 Email: Subject A brief summary of the topic of the message. 9/11/01, pt 2 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 email920.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. unknown 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. email Created by Author Whether the author created this item. unknown Described by Author Whether the description of this item was submitted by the author. yes Date Entered The date this item was entered into the archive. 2002-09-20 IP Address The IP address of the device used to submit the item. 216.162.197.67