Someone woke me up to tell me a plane hit the tower, and I thought they meant a little prop plane and went back to bed. Then I woke up just in time to see the first tower fall.
My first reaction was the sinking feeling that this would be the ammunition to steer us into fascism.
I remember people not being able to contextualize the targets at all. People would be afraid whatever pissant thing they cared about was going to be attacked, the mall, the methadone clinic, the stadium.
The bloodlust was crazy. You couldn't get through to anyone. I know this is about 9/11 but, like the whole Iraq thing in the aftermath felt so much like Gaza today where you're just trying to scream and no one cares.