Unless you haven't turned on the TV or radio or opened up the newspaper or an internet browser, then you are aware that this is the 6th anniversary of 9/11. I'm amazed that it has been six years. It doesn't seem that long ago in so many ways. And the fact that September 11th falls on a Tuesday has really made me stop and remember that day.
I was on my way to Nashville. Normally, I listened to Morning Edition on NPR but that morning I needed a bit of a wake up jolt so I was listening to top 40 radio when they said that they thought a plan had crashed into one of the World Trade Center buildings. At this point they still thought it was an accident and the second plane had not hit. So I turned the radio to NPR. I was driving through the intersection of Winchester Road and Moores Mill when I heard the first report. I listened for two hours while I drove to Nashville as the horror deepened. I didn't see any images until I stopped at Alpine Bakery for my morning coffee, but I don't know that I needed them.
My first class that day was on the prophet Jeremiah with Renita Weems. Dr. Weems had a family member in NYC who worked in the World Trade Center, so she was a bit distracted. The dean of the Divinity school also had a son or a brother in the same situation. And as it became clear what had happened, he put a note on the doors of the Divinity School telling about his relative and his unknown status but also that the school would be a haven for any Muslim students who were afraid of retaliation. Luckily, no one had to take him up on that offer.
The second class that day was the most surreal. The professor was out of town and we were scheduled to watch a video. The class was Third World Spirituality and the video was on the non-violent peace movements. I can't tell you how weird it was to think about Ghandi and Martin Luther King Jr. on that strange day.
So where were you?