When I first moved to New York and began exploring the area this summer, I couldn’t help but go to the site of the World Trade Centers. I did not want to since the pain of that day is still very real when I think of it; yet, I was inexplicably drawn to the area where such carnage and horror happened. I felt like I was walking on sacred grounds, and to be honest, I hated how many tourists were there even though I was one of them. I honestly could not stay very long because it just felt wrong–the site had become a tourist attraction instead of a somber site where you go to pay your respects. After touching some of the victims’ names engraved in the reflecting pool, I paid my respects to the wall honoring the fallen firemen. I felt a small prickle of pride when viewing the Freedom Tower, yet I almost wished the site had been developed differently. I’m not sure what would have been more appropriate than the current plans, except for maybe if the Twin Towers themselves had been rebuilt. This is such a difficult subject in American history, it is hard to figure out what honors America’s strength and America’s fallen people the best.
In honor of everyone lost thirteen years ago today, I wanted to share some of my photos of the site in their memory.