9/11 -- Eleven Years On...

9/11 WTC as seen from Midtown (The Empire State Building)

For me, 9/11 is not a day for Politics.  The day before and the day after can fit that purpose.

Sometimes, I am part of a Blogging community remembering the dead of this day (Project 2,996) and sometimes I post pictures and videos.  This post is the latter.  I'll shut up and let others say the words I cannot. 

First, Mannahatta by Walt Whitman:

Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a week, 
The carts hauling goods, the manly race of drivers of horses,
   the brown-faced sailors,
The summer air, the bright sun shining, and the sailing 
   clouds aloft,
The winter snows, the sleigh-bells, the broken ice in the 
   river, passing along up or down with the flood-tide or 
   ebb-tide,
The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-form'd, 
   beautiful-faced, looking you straight in the eyes,
Trottoirs throng'd, vehicles, Broadway, the women, the 
   shops and shows,
A million people--manners free and superb--open voices--
   hospitality--the most courageous and friendly young 
   men,
City of hurried and sparkling waters! city of spires and masts! 
City nested in bays! my city!

Now, a song about New York City:

And here is the news reports on 9/11:

Here is a documentary that witnesses the first plane hit the WTC:

And here is something else to watch:

And finally, two videos that still make me tear up:

 Remember this day.

I will.