By Daniel DeMarco |Copy Editor|
When I first turned a street corner that gave me a full view of the new tower, it hit me: This is not some tourist attraction—this is something special.
The site gives off a heavy feeling and the closer you get, the heavier it feels until you find yourself walking on the very ground the whole world was watching together on that Tuesday morning.
To me, there was some redemption in this; it was a personal moment I had been waiting for.
I walked those grounds before, but at a profoundly different time. In April 2001, I had visited New York City and walked between the Twin Towers.
I distinctly remember my parents letting me choose whether we would go atop the Empire State Building or the World Trade Center; we were limited on time and could only tour one.
I don’t regret it because I had good reasons in mind at the time, but eight-year-old me picked the Empire State Building because it had more history behind it and was the more classic building of New York.
As we all know, five months later those towers were gone and I would never get that second chance to see them and ascend to their heights.
It was a day I remember vividly, nine-years-old at that point, though admittedly I could not fully comprehend the significance and importance of those events.
Fourteen years provided a lot of time for curiosity to develop and opportunity to learn; thus, I’d like to think I have a much better grasp as I write this.
In a sense, this was a personal endeavor to pay my respects; I wanted to stand on those grounds again; I wanted to reflect on that site where the world was changed.
The new tower, One World Trade Center, is simply awe-inspiring. It nearly dwarfs the other high-rises that surround it, shining like a prized jewel with its sleek architecture and glass-plating from top to bottom.
When you reflect upon the representation of that tower, upon why it was built, it adds an element to the appreciation that cannot be replicated with any other building; it carries extra meaning allowing it to reach upper echelons of beauty where it stands alone.
One World Trade Center does not sit directly where the Twin Towers sat though. Those spaces reside just south of the tower where the whole original plot has been redesigned as a memorial.
The two spots where the Twin Towers once stood are now two square fountains, about one acre in size each.
They are not traditional fountains, which shoot water outward, rather, two massive pools lined with waterfalls where water cascades inward.
The memorial is called “Reflecting Absence”—reflecting on the absence of what once was.
Outside of the waterfalls, on the edge of the two fountains, are bronze panels surrounding each with the names of everyone who died on 9/11, as well as the six people who died from the 1993 World Trade Center bombing, cut out of the copper—representing their absence.
The names are strategically arranged in various ways—some names are together as family, some are together as friends, some are together as coworkers. In all, there are 2,983 names.
They’re not just names though, they are real people who don’t get to reflect on that fateful day, like you or I.
I found myself standing at the edge of the north tower fountain and tears welled up in my eyes when I really let it settle in what the ground was that I was standing on.
It was the site of such havoc and mayhem—two of the largest buildings in the world collapsed right where I was standing. Thousands of people died where I stood.
The amount of sorrow and fear that was directed to the area where I was standing is beyond comprehension—people lost husbands, wives, sons, daughters, friends, and fellow human beings.
The amount of courage and heroism that was present where I was standing is immeasurable: Lives were sacrificed for others, people endangered themselves to help those in the buildings, people volunteered to do whatever they could do in aid, people spent days straight at the site looking for survivors; the volume of selflessness almost transcends the horror.
All of that was very real at the site, a site that is now a sanctuary of mourning, reflection, and a peacefulness I can’t quite compare to anything else as the waterfalls block out the sounds of the city.
I hesitate to call it a moment of transcendence, but I don’t know what else would describe it. It felt like being on an island—this space of land had such an atmosphere of calmness and placidity, yet it rests in the heart of New York City: the city that never sleeps.
It isn’t just some tourist attraction and it isn’t just some historical site; it truly is the place of something remarkably special—something beyond the physical; something that must be felt with ache, with wonder, and with care.
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still running with my flags in "honor" of 911…over 10,300.00 miles logged in…
You have caught the feeling that those who were there have. Thank you for your perspective.
I agree and have agreed from the beginning that this Sphere should be put back where it came from.
I am a victim of this cruel act and I am very sensitive about right from wrong and some people making decisions based on their, and only their, view point. If it once stood on those sacred grounds then it should be returned there and show it face how something besides the pear tree survived. I don't understand why people have trouble putting together that it was put on the site when the original Towers were built. I grew up with that sphere since I worked on Wall street beginning in 1969 so I have an infinity to the Towers and to the Sphere. What do we have to do to have us heard. I would scream my view point as loud as I can if someone would listen and make a difference.
A fine and insightful review of a visit to the 9/11 Memorial and Museum. Clearly this young man, a child during 9/11, appreciated the magnitude and impact of the place, artifacts and history. And that, on this very special trip, one that he is not likely to repeat soon, he was dedicated to experiencing and learning about 9/11. It is a shame then that he never saw the last remaining intact artifact of the WTC; that speaks to the attacks and the resiliency of NYC and America like nothing else.
For 30 years the abstract globe sculpture the Sphere stood in the center of the WTC plaza as a symbol of world peace. Scores of photos of that can be found online. On 9/11 it emerged from the ruins bashed and torn but standing intact. Striking photos of this can also bd found online. It was carefully salvaged and installed in Battery Park, half mile south of the site as a "temporary" memorial. It was the full promise and intent that it would be returned to the rebuilt WTC as the centerpiece of the future memorial.
Yet today, as millions visit the memorial and museum, the Sphere still sits in an obscure corner of Battery Park, forgotten, unseen except by occasional tourists who have no idea what this beat sculpture is or why it's there. As Mr. DeMarco's experience here testifies to; he never saw it and in fact, has no idea it even exists.
This is offense against truth and memory. In public forums on the memorial held in '03, the people overwhelmingly called for its return; thousands, including 9/11 families, survivors, Ground Zero workers have signed online petitions calling for its return. The Franz and Maria Koenig Foundation of Bathshutt, Germany has called for its return as a "victim, witness and survivor" of the attacks.
Only memorial officials prevent its return; they claim, incongruently, that returning it to where it stood and survived the attacks would "infringe upon the integrity" of the memorial. Their words. This defies common sense; it is an offense to truth and memory. It's like banning the USS Arizona from the USS Arizona Memorial.
Please see Facebook, Save the Sphere.