HT, I was a little kid when Kennedy was assassinated. I remember watching everything on tv, and at the time, upheaval and unrest were too common, in retrospect. The Civil Rights demonstrations, Viet Nam war, protests about the war and all the other “garden variety” criminality was limited to 15-30 minute news reports back then, but they were a part of our nightly dinner ritual, unfortunately. The Kennedy assassination was tragic to me even then, but coming as it did around Thanksgiving, I can’t say that it was as particularly devastating it should have been, if you know what I mean.
Sugar, I get your point about the terrorists making the WTC tragedy worse, but I can’t help but think that the fact that the perpetrators of the Oklahoma City bombings were red-blooded Americans is not much comfort to the families and loved ones of those victims.
No diss, just sayin’.
I can’t even watch those videos because I felt so sad just perusing them on YouTube last night. I hadn’t really watched any videos since that day either. Not even the year after when the networks did a day long re-broadcast of the coverage from that day. We all have a lot to be thankful for. I can’t even imagine what it must be like to be the loved one of someone who died in that attack. Must be a pretty maddening thing because it’s not like it was perpetrated by our own garden variety criminals.
You know, I was thinking about this and the last time I felt such overwhelming grief was on November 22nd, 1963. I had just come home from school and was tuned into a Buffalo program fronted by Jungle Jay Nelson, because I loved Tarzan and Jungle Jay always played Tarzan movies. When they interrupted the program to announce the shooting, I was stunned. I watched the media coverage, which in those days was a heck of a lot better than today. It’s amazing how the memory works, no? Jungle Jay is long dead, yet he lives in my memory because of the horror of watching a President murdered. The Twin Towers are long gone, yet they live in my memory because of an attack against the people who wanted to advance society and help all. Strange that. Anyway, thanks for being so kind to let me vent.
HT, please don’t apologize for sharing your memories. We are all affected by the events of that day. Reading your comments is a poignant reminder that none of us are alone in our grief. Thank you.
This is the first time I’ve been able to watch those tapes. It takes me back. I had dropped the gruesome twosome off at school and returned home to prepare for a series of conference calls re a multinational Telecom project I was working on. I had the radio on in the background, and when they interrupted my favorite program to make a special announcement, I was flabbergasted. I immediately turned on the tv, and was shocked witless. I watched as the second plane hit the tower and started crying. All I could think about were the people and their relatives, and that this would result in a war. When towers started to fall, I couldn’t watch any longer, although I continued to listen to the radio. I thought I was cried out, until the reports started about the downed plane and the pentagon. What a horrible, horrible day. That is why I couldn’t watch again, until today. It brings back all the horror, and the feelings of helplessness and anguish, but I’m glad I watched the videos today. We need to remember. All those people who lost their lives, the police officers, the firemen, their friends and relatives who had to go on without their beloved relatives, we owe them nothing less and a great deal more.
Sorry for the maudlin diatribe…just had to vent after watching that again.
HT, I was a little kid when Kennedy was assassinated. I remember watching everything on tv, and at the time, upheaval and unrest were too common, in retrospect. The Civil Rights demonstrations, Viet Nam war, protests about the war and all the other “garden variety” criminality was limited to 15-30 minute news reports back then, but they were a part of our nightly dinner ritual, unfortunately. The Kennedy assassination was tragic to me even then, but coming as it did around Thanksgiving, I can’t say that it was as particularly devastating it should have been, if you know what I mean.
Sugar, I get your point about the terrorists making the WTC tragedy worse, but I can’t help but think that the fact that the perpetrators of the Oklahoma City bombings were red-blooded Americans is not much comfort to the families and loved ones of those victims.
No diss, just sayin’.
I can’t even watch those videos because I felt so sad just perusing them on YouTube last night. I hadn’t really watched any videos since that day either. Not even the year after when the networks did a day long re-broadcast of the coverage from that day. We all have a lot to be thankful for. I can’t even imagine what it must be like to be the loved one of someone who died in that attack. Must be a pretty maddening thing because it’s not like it was perpetrated by our own garden variety criminals.
You know, I was thinking about this and the last time I felt such overwhelming grief was on November 22nd, 1963. I had just come home from school and was tuned into a Buffalo program fronted by Jungle Jay Nelson, because I loved Tarzan and Jungle Jay always played Tarzan movies. When they interrupted the program to announce the shooting, I was stunned. I watched the media coverage, which in those days was a heck of a lot better than today. It’s amazing how the memory works, no? Jungle Jay is long dead, yet he lives in my memory because of the horror of watching a President murdered. The Twin Towers are long gone, yet they live in my memory because of an attack against the people who wanted to advance society and help all. Strange that. Anyway, thanks for being so kind to let me vent.
HT, please don’t apologize for sharing your memories. We are all affected by the events of that day. Reading your comments is a poignant reminder that none of us are alone in our grief. Thank you.
This is the first time I’ve been able to watch those tapes. It takes me back. I had dropped the gruesome twosome off at school and returned home to prepare for a series of conference calls re a multinational Telecom project I was working on. I had the radio on in the background, and when they interrupted my favorite program to make a special announcement, I was flabbergasted. I immediately turned on the tv, and was shocked witless. I watched as the second plane hit the tower and started crying. All I could think about were the people and their relatives, and that this would result in a war. When towers started to fall, I couldn’t watch any longer, although I continued to listen to the radio. I thought I was cried out, until the reports started about the downed plane and the pentagon. What a horrible, horrible day. That is why I couldn’t watch again, until today. It brings back all the horror, and the feelings of helplessness and anguish, but I’m glad I watched the videos today. We need to remember. All those people who lost their lives, the police officers, the firemen, their friends and relatives who had to go on without their beloved relatives, we owe them nothing less and a great deal more.
Sorry for the maudlin diatribe…just had to vent after watching that again.