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Re: WOID #VI-32. The Day After



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I just can not wrap my mind around any of these events yet.  It is like
wataching life in slow motion these past few days.  My day job is as a nurse
at the University of Kentucky Medical Center here in Lexington, KY .  (I am
hobbyist at bookbinding).  On Tuesday because we are part of the national
mecial emergency response team we were put on altert for 200 burn victims to
arrive.  All medical faculty were put on 24 hour call, and leave and
vacations were cancelled.  No exceptions.  Needless to say we have yet to
receive our first burn patient.   That speaks volumes.  Yet the students
here are standing in line for a minimum of four hours to donate blood, have
organized donation collection centers for money and goods and organized pray
vigils. As I watch the stories that unfold in New York I am touched by the
courage, the heroism and the resilience of New Yorkers specifically, and all
our countrymen in general.  My heartfelt prayers to all in New York and DC.
Karen Fuhrman
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From: "Paul T Werner" <paul.werner@NYU.EDU>
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Sent: Wednesday, September 12, 2001 5:58 PM
Subject: WOID #VI-32. The Day After


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> Yes, it really is like a funeral. Yesterday, after the explosions and
> collapse, there were crowds of people, nicely dressed, wandering uptown
> in the lovely sun of late summer. As at a funeral, there was no anger,
> not much emotion, really. It was more of a dream for most of us.
>
> It was also quiet, respectfully. There were no cars, of course. Today,
> still, it's very quiet in downtown Manhattan. And we are busy toting up
> what we've lost, and what we've spared.
>
> Disasters like this can show you who you are. As at a death, there are
> those who acted well. My friend A. J. was working on the ground floor
> of World Trade One. She managed to get out, and get the people she
> supervises out. One of them had an asthma attack, and she managed to
> get him out of there, to a hospital in New Jersey, then back again to
> New York, thirteen hours later.
>
> As at a funeral, there's a lot of facade: trying to be brave; trying to
> hide your satisfaction, the selfish joys of the survivors, the nervous
> jokes, the heirs' half-hidden grins. The gloating from the Israel Lobby
> has been no less obscene than the ill-informed reactions of some
> Palestinians. In the New York Times, Clyde Haberman's disgusting
> article, "Do you get it now?" uses this event to justify Israeli murder
> squads. Renidet usquequaque.
>
> What I want to tell those who aren't here, because they don't know:
> there is no anger, here. We leave that to others. The Governor of Texas
> may talk of ultimate battles of good and evil, but we know about evil,
> already. Like death, it's all around us always, and all our victories,
> for being always temporary, are cherished all the more. Sorry,
> Governor, Good will not prevail. It's too late for that.
>
> Among some tribes of the Northwest Coast it was usual, when someone
> died, even of natural causes, to raid the other tribes. Against the
> many Muslims or Arabs in New York there have been few acts of
> retribution. Being human is not easy, but that is our only victory.
> Being human is not easy, because it involves more than the gut
> reaction; more than the fantasy of omnipotence; more than the denial of
> our own mortality. As Saint Anselm put it almost a thousand years
> ago: "in our minds there is constant strife between the defense of our
> desires and the affirmation of the truth." I was listening to a rescue
> worker who had just pulled someone from the ruins, alive. When that
> happens, he said, everyone is happy. "Even the dogs get very happy." I
> think at times like that we'd all like to be dogs: happy one minute,
> barking the next, always forgetful, never conscious of our own weak
> selves. For most of us, though, it's too late already.
>
> New York, September 12, 2001
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> Paul T Werner
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