This coming Sunday will commemorate the 10th anniversary of the tragedy of 9/11/2001. The images posted here have never been printed nor scanned until now. I took them a little over a week after the murders at the WTC and they have haunted me since. There were hundreds and hundreds of posters with pictures and messages begging for any information that could possibly reunite the missing with those dear and important to them. Those reunions never happened. I have not been able to prepare these few photographs for this post without intermittent bouts of deep grieving, and tears. The entire experience of that day has made me profoundly hostile to religion...every religion... and, especially, their particular forms of fundamentalism and judgmental intolerance.
Sadly, the NO FEAR poster seems to me to be more bravado than reality. In fact, the thousands of people who still live with PTSD belie the notion that terrorism has no impact on our or anyone's society. The next photograph tells a different story.
As does this one.
This last represents but a miniscule fraction of the tsunami of grieving, and mourning that brought many hundreds of people, including myself, to lower Manhattan to be witness to and connect in spirit with the nearly three thousand victims of wanton murder and the far wider circle of their friends and families.