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The 9-11 jumpers; did not “jump”

By Charles…

NOTE: The author of this article was born and raised in Connecticut, went to college in Boston, dropped out and moved west to California where he  lived for 23 years. He now enjoys a peaceful lifestyle he had always longed for.     

This is an issue that isn’t talked about a lot, because it’s so unpleasant, and extremely emotional. It’s about the people who “jumped” from the WTC towers before the towers collapsed.

So many in the media seemed to claim at the time that they were jumping out of “despair”; as if it were just an emotional response, a suicide choice; an act of will, that they could simply choose to do or not do.

That just seems like such an unfair judgment to me. I don’t believe that most, if any, of those people “chose” to jump. I think SMOKE, HEAT and FLAMES simply FORCED them to their deaths by falling off the ledges they were gripping onto for dear life.

You can’t “choose” whether or not you want to stand close to burning jet fuel; you simply can’t. If there is nowhere safe to move away to, you move anyway. Just the smoke alone, making it impossible for you to even breath… if you were suffocating, what would you do for air?

To call it jumping, like it was a choice, just seems wrong. When people went to work at the WTC that morning, they were not expecting to have to jump to their deaths. These poor souls did NOT choose this…

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Second in a series of four. The second plane crashes into the World Trade Center.

Second in a series of four.
The second plane crashes into the World Trade Center.

 

FILE - In this Sept. 11, 2001 file photo, people covered in dust walk over debris near the World Trade Center in New York. (AP Photo/Gulnara Samoilova)

FILE – In this Sept. 11, 2001 file photo, people covered in dust walk over debris near the World Trade Center in New York. (AP Photo/Gulnara Samoilova)

NEW YORK - SEPTEMBER 11: People fall from the World Trade Center after jumping from a burning floor after two airliners crashed into the buildings on September 11, 2001 in New York City. (Photo by David Surowiecki/Getty Images) David Surowiecki/Getty Images Pessoas caem do World Trade Center após pular de um andar em chamas, depois da colisão dos dois aviões com as torres norte e sul. Nova Iorque, 11 de Setembro, 2001. Depois da colisão dos dois aviões com as torres do World Trade Center, pessoas pulam de um andar em chamas. Nova Iorque, 11 de Setembro, 2001.

NEW YORK – SEPTEMBER 11: People fall from the World Trade Center after jumping from a burning floor after two airliners crashed into the buildings on September 11, 2001 in New York City. (Photo by David Surowiecki/Getty Images) David Surowiecki/Getty Images

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Jšrg Colberg, editor of the photography blog Conscientious "There is a photograph of a lone office worker by Stan Honda walking home (presumably), holding a piece of cloth in front of his mouth and nose, his clothes covered with dust from the towers. It's impossible for me to imagine what must have gone through the man's mind, I'm assuming he was struggling to comprehend what he had just seen and experienced. But I've always thought that this photo really expressed what so many people were feeling, who had not been in New York that day, but who were deeply affected by what happened: This mix of shock, horror, and sorrow."

Jšrg Colberg, editor of the photography blog Conscientious
here is a photograph of a lone office worker by Stan Honda walking home (presumably), holding a piece of cloth in front of his mouth and nose, his clothes covered with dust from the towers. It’s impossible for me to imagine what must have gone through the man’s mind, I’m assuming he was struggling to comprehend what he had just seen and experienced. But I’ve always thought that this photo really expressed what so many people were feeling, who had not been in New York that day, but who were deeply affected by what happened: This mix of shock, horror, and sorrow.”

Jeremiah Bogert, Picture Editor at The Los Angeles Times; former Assignment Editor at The New York Times. ÒWe sent a few photographers out to emergency rooms and it was so scary and sad when it became clear that there would be very few patients. We had hundreds of people line up outside the Times building with their own photos. I would say that Angel's photo of the women looking at towards the World Trade Center affected me the most that day. Because you canÕt see what exactly they are looking at, your mind starts filling in the blanks with an amalgam of imagery made up of what you had already seen. Also, the woman on the left wears an expression of concern and fear which is made more powerful by the woman on the right who is covering her eyes.Ó

Jeremiah Bogert, Picture Editor at The Los Angeles Times;
former Assignment Editor at The New York Times.

ÒWe sent a few photographers out to emergency rooms and it was so scary and sad when it became clear that there would be very few patients. We had hundreds of people line up outside the Times building with their own photos. I would say that Angel’s photo of the women looking at towards the World Trade Center affected me the most that day. Because you canÕt see what exactly they are looking at, your mind starts filling in the blanks with an amalgam of imagery made up of what you had already seen. Also, the woman on the left wears an expression of concern and fear which is made more powerful by the woman on the right who is covering her eyes.Ó

Alex Webb, photographer "My wife Rebecca's and my first glimpse of lower Manhattan on September 11, 2001 was from a rooftop in Brooklyn Heights. That's where I tookÐÐprobably on my first roll of film that dayÑwhat I consider my one singular image from Sept. 11Ña mother and child with the smoldering ruins of the Twin Towers behind. It's a picture, in retrospect, that seems to me to suggest something about how life goes on in the midst of tragedy. Perhaps it also raises questions about what kind of future world awaits the childÑand all of us. One reason this photograph continues to resonate with me is that the situation was different from violence that I'd witnessed in the past in places such as Haiti or Beirut. On September 11, 2001, not only was I photographing this particular mother and child in the city in which I lived, I was also aware ofÑout of the corner of my eyeÑanother woman, my wife, the poet and photographer Rebecca Norris Webb. About an hour earlier and a few miles away in our apartment in Park Slope, Brooklyn, we were holding each other as we watched the second plane hit the second tower on our small TV. When I started to rush out the door with my cameras to head towards Manhattan, RebeccaÑa photographer who has had little experience photographing conflict or violenceÑsaid she wanted to go with me. I balked. Shouldn't she stay in Brooklyn, away from the chaos of lower Manhattan? Perhaps I shouldn't even goÑa startling notion for a photographer like myself who has covered situations of conflict in the past? And what might happen next to our city on that terrible morning? What if we were separated and unable to communicate during another wave of violence? Amid the chaos and the uncertainty, we chose to stay together and do one of the few things we know how to doÑrespond with a camera. Looking back ten years later, I'm not sure I would have seen this particular photographÑwith its note of tenderness and looming tragedyÑif Rebecca had not been with me."

Alex Webb, photographer

“My wife Rebecca’s and my first glimpse of lower Manhattan on September 11, 2001 was from a rooftop in Brooklyn Heights. That’s where I tookÐÐprobably on my first roll of film that dayÑwhat I consider my one singular image from Sept. 11Ña mother and child with the smoldering ruins of the Twin Towers behind. It’s a picture, in retrospect, that seems to me to suggest something about how life goes on in the midst of tragedy. Perhaps it also raises questions about what kind of future world awaits the childÑand all of us. One reason this photograph continues to resonate with me is that the situation was different from violence that I’d witnessed in the past in places such as Haiti or Beirut. On September 11, 2001, not only was I photographing this particular mother and child in the city in which I lived, I was also aware ofÑout of the corner of my eyeÑanother woman, my wife, the poet and photographer Rebecca Norris Webb. About an hour earlier and a few miles away in our apartment in Park Slope, Brooklyn, we were holding each other as we watched the second plane hit the second tower on our small TV. When I started to rush out the door with my cameras to head towards Manhattan, RebeccaÑa photographer who has had little experience photographing conflict or violenceÑsaid she wanted to go with me. I balked. Shouldn’t she stay in Brooklyn, away from the chaos of lower Manhattan? Perhaps I shouldn’t even goÑa startling notion for a photographer like myself who has covered situations of conflict in the past? And what might happen next to our city on that terrible morning? What if we were separated and unable to communicate during another wave of violence? Amid the chaos and the uncertainty, we chose to stay together and do one of the few things we know how to doÑrespond with a camera. Looking back ten years later, I’m not sure I would have seen this particular photographÑwith its note of tenderness and looming tragedyÑif Rebecca had not been with me.”

Robert Clark, photographer "When I look at all the pictures from the coverage of 9/11, I keep coming back to this one. I think that this is a very powerful image, it seems to tell the whole story of the people who had to run for their lives. It is a stripped down image of the event, I see pure emotion, fear, tragedy. It some how seems to be very honest, the fact that it is in black & white reminds me of the way lower Manhattan looked that day. It shows the damage in human terms, my image (Robert Clark made photographs on 9/11) is a bit detached and an over-all shoot of the event, the other image is one that shows fear, pain, lose. The human factor."

Robert Clark, photographer

“When I look at all the pictures from the coverage of 9/11, I keep coming back to this one. I think that this is a very powerful image, it seems to tell the whole story of the people who had to run for their lives. It is a stripped down image of the event, I see pure emotion, fear, tragedy. It some how seems to be very honest, the fact that it is in black & white reminds me of the way lower Manhattan looked that day. It shows the damage in human terms, my image (Robert Clark made photographs on 9/11) is a bit detached and an over-all shoot of the event, the other image is one that shows fear, pain, lose. The human factor.”

Alice Rose George, curator, photo editor, educator and one of the four founders of Here is New York: A Democracy of Photographs" ÒI was in Portugal when it happened. It was horrible not to be in New York. It took me a week to get back and immediately we started the store front gallery for photographers and anyone who had used a camera to deal with the tragedy. We were given thousands and thousands of pictures which we hung on clothes lines and sold digital prints of, giving the money to the Childrens Aid Society. There are many images that stick in my mind. The planes going into the buildings, image after image, never fail to shock me. The individual faces, the ash, the ruins, and then the bodies falling from the tower (David Surowiecki's photograph)Ñthe horror of those realities, conveyed in picture after picture, is profound and moves me still."

Alice Rose George, curator, photo editor, educator and one of the four founders of Here is New York: A Democracy of Photographs”

ÒI was in Portugal when it happened. It was horrible not to be in New York. It took me a week to get back and immediately we started the store front gallery for photographers and anyone who had used a camera to deal with the tragedy. We were given thousands and thousands of pictures which we hung on clothes lines and sold digital prints of, giving the money to the Childrens Aid Society. There are many images that stick in my mind. The planes going into the buildings, image after image, never fail to shock me. The individual faces, the ash, the ruins, and then the bodies falling from the tower (David Surowiecki’s photograph)Ñthe horror of those realities, conveyed in picture after picture, is profound and moves me still.”

 

James Collins, Associated Press Photo Desk Supervisor "One of the most memorable photos from Sept. 11 is actually from the night of Sept. 12, by Beth Keiser. ItÕs nearly 36 hr. after the attacks and itÕs probably around the time the reality of what had happened really began to sink in with me. Like many other journalists, on the actual dayÑthe 11th, I was caught up shooting pictures, at first, and then later working on the desk through the night. BethÕs picture makes me think of that moment that occurred for a lot of us, in the days, or maybe weeks after, when we stopped and thought, 'my God, what happened here?' The silhouetted shapes of Trade Center wreckage rising ghost-like in the background are positively haunting. We recognize their form from the buildings that once soared over downtown Manhattan, but thatÕs all been supplanted by a new reality. The cops in the foreground stand weary and solemn Ð theyÕve already seen too much. Their paper masks are a flimsy and perhaps futile protection against more horror to comeÑthe dust and smoldering fallout that hung in the air for months."

James Collins, Associated Press Photo Desk Supervisor

“One of the most memorable photos from Sept. 11 is actually from the night of Sept. 12, by Beth Keiser. ItÕs nearly 36 hr. after the attacks and itÕs probably around the time the reality of what had happened really began to sink in with me. Like many other journalists, on the actual dayÑthe 11th, I was caught up shooting pictures, at first, and then later working on the desk through the night. BethÕs picture makes me think of that moment that occurred for a lot of us, in the days, or maybe weeks after, when we stopped and thought, ‘my God, what happened here?’ The silhouetted shapes of Trade Center wreckage rising ghost-like in the background are positively haunting. We recognize their form from the buildings that once soared over downtown Manhattan, but thatÕs all been supplanted by a new reality. The cops in the foreground stand weary and solemn Ð theyÕve already seen too much. Their paper masks are a flimsy and perhaps futile protection against more horror to comeÑthe dust and smoldering fallout that hung in the air for months.”

Spencer Platt, staff photographer, Getty Images "For me there are a certain number of images from September 11 that have become locked in our collective conscience and seem to define the event for historical purposes. While that is to be expected, there are many images from both professional and amateur photographers that have not received the attention they deserved at the time. One of those images was from my late colleague Chris Hondros of Getty Images. Chris, who was in Pittsburgh on the day of the attack and had to race back to New York in a mad all-night drive, managed to bring his uniquely sensitive and honest perspective to the story. I had thought by the time Chris had arrived into lower Manhattan that the opportunity for strong images from Ground Zero had past. Chris spent day and night crawling through the rubble while evading the police who had set up a virtual ring of steel around the site. In the quiet moments between dusk and dawn he was able to capture images that revealed the sublime and timeless nature of the tragedy. The firefighter sleeping in the morning light on a pile of rubble was an image I didnÕt see until years later. But it is a picture that immediately carries me back to those days when, caked in dust, we worked 24-hour shifts, smelled of wet concrete and death and had world wariness for the first time in our lives. When you first see the image your mind interprets it as the death of a firefighter, as a man who has become one with a landscape of destruction and waste. But on closer inspection you realize that the man is sleeping on the rubble after a night of searching for his lost comrades. It is an image that could have come from the battlefields of the Civil War or the French trenches of World War I. These images canÕt be staged or thought out; they only come to those journalists who stealthily wander through battlefields seeking out the truth. Chris intrinsically knew this was his story, that this event would come to shape his life and define him as a photographer. Only days after taking this picture Chris would board a flight to Pakistan to follow the story to its next field of battle. In the following years he followed the trajectory of the events stemming from that day more than anyone I know."

Spencer Platt, staff photographer, Getty Images

“For me there are a certain number of images from September 11 that have become locked in our collective conscience and seem to define the event for historical purposes. While that is to be expected, there are many images from both professional and amateur photographers that have not received the attention they deserved at the time. One of those images was from my late colleague Chris Hondros of Getty Images. Chris, who was in Pittsburgh on the day of the attack and had to race back to New York in a mad all-night drive, managed to bring his uniquely sensitive and honest perspective to the story. I had thought by the time Chris had arrived into lower Manhattan that the opportunity for strong images from Ground Zero had past. Chris spent day and night crawling through the rubble while evading the police who had set up a virtual ring of steel around the site. In the quiet moments between dusk and dawn he was able to capture images that revealed the sublime and timeless nature of the tragedy. The firefighter sleeping in the morning light on a pile of rubble was an image I didnÕt see until years later. But it is a picture that immediately carries me back to those days when, caked in dust, we worked 24-hour shifts, smelled of wet concrete and death and had world wariness for the first time in our lives. When you first see the image your mind interprets it as the death of a firefighter, as a man who has become one with a landscape of destruction and waste. But on closer inspection you realize that the man is sleeping on the rubble after a night of searching for his lost comrades. It is an image that could have come from the battlefields of the Civil War or the French trenches of World War I. These images canÕt be staged or thought out; they only come to those journalists who stealthily wander through battlefields seeking out the truth. Chris intrinsically knew this was his story, that this event would come to shape his life and define him as a photographer. Only days after taking this picture Chris would board a flight to Pakistan to follow the story to its next field of battle. In the following years he followed the trajectory of the events stemming from that day more than anyone I know.”

David Handschuh, staff photographer, New York Daily News "The funeral for World Trade Center victim 001, Father Mychal Judge, was the first public mourning for a victim of 9/11. A good man, a religious man, and probably a symbol for the loss of that horrible day, his funeral brought former President Bill and first lady Hillary Clinton, hundreds of uniformed rescuers, tearful civilians and New York Daily News photographer Linda Rosier to the small midtown Manhattan church where ÒFather MikeÓ tended to his diverse flock. As his casket was removed from the chapel, Rosier spotted the woeful firefighter in the crowd. His gloved right hand in a final salute, you can feel the firefighters cheek quivering as he tries to keep tears from rolling down his face. For me, this image singularly sums up the hurt of a rescuer, a city, a country and the weight that the world felt, knowing how much had changed, in just a few minutes on a beautiful end of summer morning."

David Handschuh, staff photographer, New York Daily News

“The funeral for World Trade Center victim 001, Father Mychal Judge, was the first public mourning for a victim of 9/11. A good man, a religious man, and probably a symbol for the loss of that horrible day, his funeral brought former President Bill and first lady Hillary Clinton, hundreds of uniformed rescuers, tearful civilians and New York Daily News photographer Linda Rosier to the small midtown Manhattan church where ÒFather MikeÓ tended to his diverse flock. As his casket was removed from the chapel, Rosier spotted the woeful firefighter in the crowd. His gloved right hand in a final salute, you can feel the firefighters cheek quivering as he tries to keep tears from rolling down his face. For me, this image singularly sums up the hurt of a rescuer, a city, a country and the weight that the world felt, knowing how much had changed, in just a few minutes on a beautiful end of summer morning.”

Joel Meyerowitz, photographer "It was a stunning fall afternoon. As I stood there Ð the sun warm on my back, the air so clear, the colors so intense Ð it felt good to be alive. Instantly I felt the the shame of that involuntary sensation, as I remembered that I was standing among the dead. It was a defining moment for me. Do I make a photograph of this, or should I let it go? But if I donÕt make a photograph, what am I doing here? As I watched sunlight and shadow pass in waves over the site, I thought about natureÕs indifference to our passage on earth. Throughout history, great tragedies have happened on days like this. And yet it is often nature and time that help move us away from grief, and grant us perspective and hope. I decided to set up my camera."

Joel Meyerowitz, photographer

“It was a stunning fall afternoon. As I stood there Ð the sun warm on my back, the air so clear, the colors so intense Ð it felt good to be alive. Instantly I felt the the shame of that involuntary sensation, as I remembered that I was standing among the dead. It was a defining moment for me. Do I make a photograph of this, or should I let it go? But if I donÕt make a photograph, what am I doing here? As I watched sunlight and shadow pass in waves over the site, I thought about natureÕs indifference to our passage on earth. Throughout history, great tragedies have happened on days like this. And yet it is often nature and time that help move us away from grief, and grant us perspective and hope. I decided to set up my camera.”

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A general view of a portion of the World Trade Center site in New York June 25, 2008. REUTERS/Mike Segar

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  • That morning, the sky was a beautiful blue and the clouds looked like cotton balls. The first plane hit while I was watching television bulletin news reports. I ran out to my terrace and saw the second plane hit another tower. My neighbor came up and we stood terrified as we watched fire coming out of the higher floors of the towers which were “aflame.” Then without warning, we felt a sonic boom so strong that we felt it in our torsos. Typical New Yorkers, we didn’t know if a bomb had gone off. Out of the clouds we saw a fighter jet. We had never seen a military fighter jet in New York skies – not ever – until September 11, 2001. Neither of us said a word… as our tears ran down our cheeks. We were terrified.

  • That morning, the sky was a beautiful blue and the clouds looked like cotton balls. The first plane hit while I was watching television bulletin news reports. I ran out to my terrace and saw the second plane hit another tower. My neighbor came up and we stood terrified as we watched fire coming out of the higher floors of the towers which were “aflame.” Then without warning, we felt a sonic boom so strong that we felt it in our torsos. Typical New Yorkers, we didn’t know if a bomb had gone off. Out of the clouds we saw a fighter jet. We had never seen a military fighter jet in New York skies – not ever – until September 11, 2001. Neither of us said a word… as our tears ran down our cheeks. We were terrified.

  • @SyndicatedNews – Where were you on Sept 11? – Amazing content description! @EduardoQuezada Recuerdas ese dia? Donde estabas tu durante este horrible suceso?