Something you should know about me: I’m not good with death. I mean, no one REALLY is, but I’m really, really terrible when it comes to death I avoid funerals when I can, and I’ve never even been to a viewing (yes, including my own father’s).
I bring this up because I just left my school, which is in Tribeca and I was walking around, kinda lost, because I was looking for a bus. I kept going, then I passed by a little graveyard. Then I saw Century 21. When I saw Century 21, I immediately realized where I was. I was near a place that I’ve been avoiding since 2001. I was near Ground Zero.
For the .3% of you who don’t know, Ground Zero is where the World Trade Center used to be. It’s still an empty space, since NY’s politicians stil haven’t figured out what to do with it for almost TEN YEARS. There’s nothing morbid about it, really, and to an outsider, it just looks like a construction site.
To the rest of us, it’s more than that. It reminds us that our skyline is ruined, lower Manhattan will never be the same, and that our city is more vulnerable than we’ve ever realized. It brings me back to my second day of 11th grade, September 11, 2001, where me, my mom and brother had to walk for miles, take a bunch of buses over the Willamsburg Bridge just to get home. Incidentally, my sister had a job interview at Century 21 schedued that morning at 9AM. She’d overslept and missed it, thank God.
All of this came back to me in the 10 minutes that I stood by Ground Zero. I saw a bunch of tourists laughing, trying to get pictures of it (damned vultures). I feel kinda out of it just writing about it, because it’s a topic I’ve avoided for a long time. I just needed to get it off my chest, I guess.