September 11th, 2001
This is an article about the horrific events that took place in New York
city on September 11th, 2001, written by Ellis Nassour, journalist and
author of the Patsy Cline biography "Honky Tonk Angel".
A FAMILIAR LANDSCAPE CHANGED FOREVER
by Ellis Nassour
Special to the Vicksburg Post [Ellis' hometown in Mississippi]
September 12th, 2001.
Disaster. Tremendous courage. Heartbreak. Loss. Unimaginable shock.
These are among the words being spoken throughout the vast regions of New
It was eerily quiet last night and this morning in Manhattan. Quite the
opposite of yesterday morning when disaster struck the southern tip of the
west side of the city.
By 9:15 A.M. Wednesday, there were the endless sounds of police, firetruck
and ambulance sirens and the buzz of helicopters.
The scene from the rooftop of our building on Horatio Street, which is two
blocks from the Hudson River and about a mile from the Trade Center site,
was horrific. None of us will forget the huge crater in Number 2 World
Trade Center, when initial reports said that a small commuter aircraft
crashed into the northern building of the 1,250-foot twin towers.
As neighbors sipped coffee and ate breakfast rolls, we heard a noise.
From where we were, it sounded like a truck backfiring. As we are on the
edge of what is called the Meat Packing District, we are very used to
those noises. But when a neighbor looked up and said, "The World Trade
Center is on fire!", well, it was incredulous.
Words cannot describe the horror on our faces as we saw flames shooting
from the building's upper reaches (about 1,000 feet in the air). Or the
even more indescribable reaction as we saw the silhouette of a large jet
appear crossing the Hudson River and semi-circle the Number One tower,
bank to the left and dive into the northwestern corner of a floor. I
cannot find words to describe the feeling of seeing those flames cascading
upward from what is said to be a floor in the 80s through the 110th floor.
Oddly, the impact of that second plane was silent to us.
The moment was surreal, as if you were in your worse nightmare with no
In fact, it was our worse nightmare.
I was speaking on a cordless phone to former Vicksburger Ron Foley and
then, through Call Waiting, to my brother, John Nassour of Vicksburg, when
the southernmost building imploded. A few minutes later, absolute
disbelief as the pieces of the northern structure facade buckled and began
falling off, followed by that building imploding.
The description of the disaster from a friend working in his corner office
of a brokerage on Greenwich Street, about 2,000 feet away from the towers
has made me realize that this is an event we will never be able to erase
from our memory. Like Pearl Harbor, like the 1953 Vicksburg tornado, it
will leave an indelible memory of exactly where we were and what we were
doing when all hell broke loose.
My friend, who was helping with an orderly evacuation of his offices after
the impact of the first collision, said seeing "that second jet coming in
at such speed and going through the tower like a bullet" had him weeping
The planes literally ripped through the center steel supports and the
central sections of the building began falling on top of each other.
Amazingly, according to those who were able to get out, the stairwells on
the edges of the structure were intact and provided an escape route.
It is said that the planes were carrying some 10,000 gallons of jet fuel
and that the ensuing inferno was in excess of 16,000 degrees.
This morning, as one looks at video of the twisted steel and rubble of the
destroyed twin towers and other buildings, it is reminiscent of pictures
of Hiroshima after the atomic bomb, London and Berlin after the blitzes of
World War II, or scenes after an earthquake. Debris and ash has been
windblown for miles.
Tales of heroism about police, firefighters, rescue team members are being
told everywhere, and some survivors are, this morning, being dug from
voids of the collapse and the lower basements.
At nearby St. Vincent's Hospital, there are lines of volunteer blood
donors, but the impact of the as yet unknown death toll is foretold in the
number of doctors, nurses and support staff outside the Emergency Room,
standing adjacent to empty gurneys.
New York City mayor Rudy Giuliani, who narrowly escaped death early
yesterday when the second tower collapsed as he met with emergency
services in a bunker at 7 World Trade Center, promised, "We will rebuild
and come out of this stronger than before. Emotionally stronger,
politically stronger, financially stronger."
The city, south of 14th Street on the West Side, is closed except to
essential traffic. Even residents going to the supermarkets or to
purchase hard-to-find newspapers have to show I.D. at the 14th Street
You stop at the corner to cross and suddenly realized the streets are
virtually empty. The city has never been this quiet. But there is
One must think what this devastation has accomplished for the madmen who
planned it. I have long felt, the United States is the best friend the
various fractions in the Middle East have.
One thing for certain are the words being spoken by almost everyone in the
nation: Our lives in the United States have changed for all time.