from Liz Kimball, one of the ensemble members of The 9/11 Report:
this musical seems to be everywhere. not only do michael’s beautiful melodies run through my head as i try to fall asleep, but…
my friend took me to the top of the “tower formerly known as sears” to see the view of chicago. not only was it the first time in a while i had been in a building comporable to the WTC, but they have also added a glass floor feature, where you can stand out and look at the drop below you. i was unaware how affected i would be by this experience due to my now fairly intimate relationship with the 9/11 story. as i stood on the glass floor i thought about those who jumped and those who didnt’. when thinking about the two options the victims faced – the hell of the smoke or the freedom of jumping – it at first feels as if jumping is not only the opportunity for an ultimate choice, but also the opportunity to be released – not just from life but from the trap of the building/commotion/smoke. yet at the same time, even in that moment, i can’t even comprehend the guts, the balls one must have to take the flight. you start to wonder what you would do, yet it seems incomprehensible; “it could never happen to you/me.”
on my day off i flew to nyc, and my entire airport experience seemed to be flooded with 9/11 related thoughts. taking off all of stuff in security, sitting in my seat imagining how all of those folks on the planes had no idea the hijakers were there. again, i try to imagine, but, “it could never happen to me.”
in my personal life i am grieving a recent loss. i think about how hard this has been for me, and i think about how minute my grief is compared to those who lost loved ones in the event – compared to susan, the mother i play, who lost her son, who had just prior to 9/11 joined the fire department. compared to the falling man’s sister…
yet i can’t stop thinking. it seems so naive to think “it could never happen to me.” yet what is the other option – “it COULD happen to me????” that also seems unhealthy. where is the balance between living in fear and denial? it seems like that is something condoleeza and richard clark struggle with in the scenework…clark the fearful one and rice not wanting to swat flies.
where is this balance i wonder? i wonder if striking the balance between denial and fear is somehow connected to a possible way of moving forward. we cannot deny that this happened, but we also cannot live our lives in fear waiting for it to happen in again. hmmm….
November 21, 2009
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