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I've started the video about 5 times, because we have to be hardened to the filth, I said. I'm grown, and not particularly queasy. I grew up in a "bad neighborhood" in New York City (it was just home to us, but i know how others see it since I've been out), and when I was a teenager, I was - I guess you could put it - a member of a gang. I've taken my share of beatdowns, and I've given my share. Alone and in groups. In an attempted robbery on the subway - in which I fought with the muggers and cracked one of their heads open on the hard plastic subway seats - I was stabbed four times. I'm no stranger to blood, razor blades, or knives. I've lost friends to overdoses, car accidents, GSWs.
On September 11, 2001, I was in Lower Manhattan. The television footage, even from its 1,001 angles, does no justice to the horror. I have still yet to see any footage of what I saw early in the drama's unfolding: 30 or so people come streaming out of the upper floors of WTC 1 like a flock of wounded birds; they were bunched together, and then the wind and gravity took them, and then they weren't bunched together. If for some obsessive purpose (maybe to simply believe it) I've searched for an image of that. Too obscene, I think. Not alone or holding hands, but in a crowd.
But I can't watch this. I've tried. Too obscene.
Nothing new under the sun, I know. This isn't a new horror; it isn't even particularly dazzling for this year, this month. The massacre of Fallujah gets nowehere the play, though in sheer numbers and brazenness it equals or surpasses this atrocity. And yet I can't watch.
I am almost collapsed by it all.
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