When the first plane hit the World Trade Center on 9/11/01 I was in a closet in a public elementary school in Central Harlem (PS 161), preparing for the art class I would teach later that day. Abby, the dance teacher, was prepping in the room next door. She let me know what had happened. We thought it was an accident.
We went into her classroom to listen to the radio coverage. A second plane hit. We knew it wasn’t an accident. » Read the rest of this entry «