On September 13, I put on a dust mask and carried two grocery bags full of produce so that I could pass for a below-Canal St. resident and get close to Ground Zero. It was true that only residents were allowed to cross the barricades, but I felt a strong need to feel connected.
Over the past seven years, I've been allowed to observe and document the process of conceiving, curating, building, and now opening to the public the National 9/11 Memorial Museum. My images and recordings span seven remarkable years.
"We heard the boom down the street. Still, nobody cared. To live in New York City is to accept the occasional boom. At that moment, nobody had any idea that a terrorist with a truck bomb had blown a crater under the WTC that was the size of the Meadowlands Arena -- or that six people were dead."
The National 9/11 Memorial Museum deserves to be back on track with a firm opening date. It's importance overshadows a petty political squabble, and standing in its way puts the Nation's needs behind political objectives.