To commemorate the twelve years that have passed since September 11, 2001

What Remains

American Airlines heavily fueled flight number 11 en route from Boston to Los Angeles struck the North Tower of the World Trade Center at 8:46 a.m. on Tuesday September 11, 2001. A second aircraft, United flight 175, also bound for Los Angeles crashed into the South Tower at 9:03 a.m. The catastrophic structural damage caused both towers to collapse within two hours, and thereby marked the last ordinary day for the world.

Oasis

Franciscan friar Father Mychal Judge, native New Yorker and chaplain to the New York City Fire Department arrived shortly after impact, and while thousands fled the burning buildings Father Mychal, who lived his life bound by the Franciscan motto “My God and My All” went inside. His was the first body to be released from ground zero. His death certificate was number one. When asked why Father Mychal was given this distinction, his devoted friend and colleague Father Michael Duffy answered, “Mychal’s goal and purpose in life was to bring the firemen to the point of death so they would be ready to meet their maker. Mychal Judge could not have ministered to them all. It was physically impossible – in this life.

The Stars Are Falling

In the next few weeks, we’re going to have name after name of people who are being brought out of that rubble. And Mychal Judge is going to be on the other side of death – to greet them, instead of send them there. And so, this morning we come to bury Myke Judge’s body, but not his spirit. We come to bury his voice, but not his message. We come to bury his hands, but not his good works. We come to bury his heart, but not his love. Never his love.”

Standing Up

Construction of the Twin Towers took six years and 400 million dollars. A terrorist attack reduced the massive structures to rubble in a matter of hours, and left 2,753 people dead.

Shattered and Loved

And so for all those lost – we love them still.

August 23, 2013 Jill Slaughter RAW CANDOR by JILL SLAUGHTER No comments

Before the World Trade Center was associated with a tragic event, it was best known for being the tallest building in the world. Friends of mine had gone home to England for the summer and asked me to stay in their loft just blocks away from the gleaming towers. This wasn’t a neighborhood yet. It hadn’t become Tribeca. The blocks surrounding the Twin Towers were a series of disparate shops and small restaurants. No coin operated laundries, no supermarkets, and no dry cleaners. Subways belched people from their stations Monday through Friday, but after five o’clock there were very few people on the streets, and even fewer on weekends.  Abandoned factories were just beginning to be rented and purchased as personal residences. I planned to spend the summer living in a former shoe factory.

Early on a Saturday morning I’d gone out to run. In the shadow of the World Trade Center I collapsed to my knees in agonizing pain, and have no memory of how I got back to the loft, or how I got to the emergency room of a hospital in Brooklyn where I grew up.The pain was caused by my fallopian tube wrapping around my uterus. Having never been given “the talk” by my mother, I had no idea where those two body parts were located, or how they functioned. Nowadays a five year old child could probably walk us through a detailed lecture on the reproductive system, but it was different then.

Trade Center Bar

That first surgery strangled my daily life and brazenly interrupted what should have been a summer to remember. That summer was unforgettable, but not for the reasons I’d envisioned. Despite my strong and healthy outward appearance, ignorant that my anatomy is structurally weak, this would not be my last surgery. Over the ensuing decades different parts of my body would weaken, needing to repaired surgically. My anatomical flaw has caused me to abandon plans over and over again, pain immediately and unrepentantly demanding that I refocus my attention on recovery for months at a time.

Recovering

Bandaged, Poked and Prodded

I Should Probably Get a New TV

Days Become Months of Sameness

This summer marks eighteen years since my divorce. Born a Jew, although not observant, I’m going to embrace the Jewish traditional belief which distinguishes the number eighteen as lucky. Through no fault of my own, my anatomy has always been fragile and delicate, appearances notwithstanding. But it was my heart really that has withstood breaking again and again. Finally my wounds from a long unhappy marriage and brutal custody battle, wherein my three daughters went to live with their father have scarred over, enabling me to move on. All three of my children and I have developed close and loving relationships.

Talking to LA

2nd Born – Both of Us

Look Straight Ahead

My most recent surgery took me out of the game again for a few months. To regain strength and retrain muscles, my doctor prescribed physical therapy. It’s a challenge to learn new ways of doing things that have been repeated for years, but it’s doable with practice. Using that theory as my guide for more than just my physicality, I don’t put myself in the same positions I once did to have my heart broken.  I’ll probably never have any warning of what could physically need repair again, and while no one can ever predict the outcome of interactions between people, I look more carefully at what I’m really seeing now, as my heart will be forever fragile.

“His True Colors”

Raw Reflection: Are the best decisions made using love or logic?

Read more about losing custody of my girls: http://rawcandor.com/the-last-laugh/

I’m so happy to be writing Raw again after an unanticipated prolonged medical absence. A new Raw Candor page is up. “Likes” from the previous page couldn’t be transferred. Please take a moment to visit the new page.Raw Candor (Community).

And to my many friends, colleagues and fellow artists, the category d-RAW has been added to the re-designed Raw site. It gives storytellers the opportunity to share visual work to tell their story. Everybody has a one – I invite you to share yours. See submission guidelines.

The Raw re-design still needs to be tweaked. The PayPal button is missing from the SHOP page. The ring I designed and wear will be available for purchase soon. Thanks for your continued patience.

“His True Colors” by Judy Polstra. http://judypolstra.com/ 

Superimposed version of “His True Colors”  edited by me.

June 16, 2013 Jill Slaughter Featured, RAW CANDOR by JILL SLAUGHTER 1 comment