By lex, on September 11th, 2007
Long, and heartrending. Difficult.
At fifteen seconds after 9:41 A.M., on September 11, 2001, a photographer named Richard Drew took a picture of a man falling through the sky — falling through time as well as through space. The picture went all around the world, and then disappeared, as if we willed it away. One of the most famous photographs in human history became an unmarked grave, and the man buried inside its frame — the Falling Man — became the Unknown Soldier in a war whose end we have not yet seen. Richard Drew’s photograph is all we know of him, and yet all we know of him becomes a measure of what we know of ourselves. The picture is his cenotaph, and like the monuments dedicated to the memory of unknown soliders everywhere, it asks that we look at it, and make one simple acknowledgment.
That we have known who the Falling Man is all along.
There are no pictures. But you should nevertheless bear witness, you owe it to yourself.
After all, the Falling Man is you.
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I’ve been trying to decide how to write this the last few days. The battle lines were set years ago, and the same arguments keep coming back.
Today, some of my early experiences with firearms seems so foreign and other-worldly.
Some public schools even taught firearms safety.
I just took an Uber ride to downtown and as with most of their drivers they are a good conversationalists.
My driver had moved from the Bay Area about a year and a half ago.
I said “I don’t see how you guys can afford to live there”.
He said that he couldn’t. He was making $130,000 a year and eligible for food stamps and section 8 housing.
I guess Manhattan is similar.
Funny thing, the first thing that came to my mind while reading this was a wonderful book by Erik Larson *, entitled In The Garden of Beasts. In 1933, Franklin Roosevelt had a difficult time finding someone in the State Department who wanted to be ambassador in newly-elected Chancellor Hitler’s Berlin (imagine that!) so he picked a University of Chicago Professor, William E. Dodd.
The book to me was fascinating in that it profiled the Dodd family against life in Berlin, as it was changing with the Nazis seizing control. Control not only of the government but public life and thought.
I think I will have to read it again as it has been a few years.
A college or university is supposed to be a place where one is exposed to many ideas. Some contrary to one’s own beliefs. They should be examined and weighed against one’s own beliefs. A superior intellect is capable of abandoning held thoughts and adopting new ones.
Of course, in far too many schools this is not the case. I believed that the term the term “politically correct” was born in these schools, but apparently it was born in the early years of the Communist Soviet Union.
President Trump revived an idea of relocating detained immigrants to so-called sanctuary cities, signaling he is considering previously discarded options amid his growing frustration over the flow of Central American families seeking asylum at the southern U.S. border…
With the facts of the widespread cheating scandal still unfolding, William McGurn makes a good point. For some years, most upper-tier universities have had an embarrassing problem in this era of affirmative action.
A higher percentage of Asian-Americans are qualified for entrance than other groups, far above their representative population percentage.