September 11th Attacks Reading
September 11th Attacks Reading
ATTACKS
BACKGROUND
Bin Laden declared war against the United States in August 1996. He felt the U.S. was responsible
for the ‘evils’ of the Middle East, and he thought Saudi Arabia had become an American colony
because of their lingering military presence. He encouraged terrorism
against the United States. The specific idea for the September 11th attacks
originated with Khalid Sheikh Mohammed, a Pakistani terrorist. He first
presented his idea to bin Laden in 1996, and he was given approval to
organize the attack. Bin Laden helped organize and finance the plot as
well. In 2000 and early 2001, several men who were chosen to be hijackers
arrived in the US and took pilot lessons. In July 2001, the final targets of
the attacks were chosen.
KEY FIGURES
STORY
In the early morning hours of September 11, 2001, a
total of 19 hijackers managed to take control of four
commercial airliners that had taken off from Boston,
MA; Newark, New Jersey; and Washington Dulles
Airport near Washington D.C. American Airlines
Flight 11 had 11 crew, 76 passengers, and five
hijackers. This was the plane that was purposefully
Osama bin Laden
crashed into the World Trade Center’s North Tower
in New York City at 8:46 am.
United Airlines Flight 175 held nine crewmembers, 51 passengers, and five hijackers. This plane
was flown into the South Tower of the World Trade Center at 9:03 am. American Airlines Flight 77
had a crew of six, 53 passengers, and five hijackers. At 9:37 am, the plane was flown into the
Pentagon, the headquarters of the U.S. Department of Defense. United Airlines Flight 93 had
seven crew, 33 passengers, and four
hijackers. The plane crashed into a field near
Shanksville, Pennsylvania, at 10:03 am. This
occurred after the passengers on board
fought back against the hijackers.
The following is an account from someone who was working in the South
Tower on the day of the attacks:
I was standing in the hallway outside my office talking to a co-worker, when I heard a
tremendous explosion at 8:46AM. I looked into my office (office wall was floor-to-ceiling
glass) and saw a gaping hole in the South side of WTC1. We had no idea what had
happened. No part of the plane was visible (it had hit WTC1 from the North--the
opposite side from where my office faced).
The South Tower
at impact Eventually word filtered in from somewhere that it was a plane that hit the building. We
didn't know whether it was a commercial jet or a private plane like a Gulfstream. It also
didn't occur to me at the time that it was a terrorist attack. I just assumed it was a terrible accident.
At some point I saw people appear at the edge of the gaping hole. Smoke was pouring out, and while I don't
recall seeing much in the way of flames, it was clear that there was a raging fire going on inside the building. I
saw a number of people jump to their death, desperate to get away from the heat/flames. …
Many of my co-workers began to leave the building immediately after the plane hit. For various reasons, I
decided to stay. This was partially because I believed that it was an accident and I was in no immediate danger.
…. At some point, I left my office and took the escalator in our space up to the 78th. floor. We had a large
conference room there with a projector and cable TV, so I wanted to get the news on to see what was
happening. I turned on CNN. Information looked pretty sketchy, but I decided to return to 77 to inform my
remaining co-workers that I had TV coverage on upstairs if they wanted to come up.
I returned to my office and decided to call my mother. A few seconds after hanging up the phone at 9:03AM, I
felt a violent jolt, and then a falling sensation. I remember thinking that the building was coming down and it was
the end. The impact caused the building to sway heavily. It was actually designed to sway to a certain degree as
the towers have to withstand high winds on a regular basis, but this was far beyond anything I'd ever felt before.
Eventually the building stabilized. Much of the ceiling had come down, and I could feel the breeze from blown
out windows on the other side of the floor. This felt oddly disconcerting since none of the windows were
designed to open in the WTC. At that point I honestly didn't know what had happened. Strangely enough, my
first thought was that WTC1 somehow exploded and what we experiencing was the impact of that.
I found myself outside my office with a number of co-workers. There was tons of dust and debris in the air and
the electricity was out. While I was covered in dust and other particles, I was not injured. We (about 10 of us)
made our way to the stairwell on the NE side of the building.
Upon arriving at the stairwell, we ran into some people who had apparently just come down from the 78th floor.
One woman had a severe laceration on her arm. While the wound was quite serious, it did not appear to be life
threatening. There was some brief discussion about going up (I cannot recall why), but the injured woman or
someone she was with mentioned that everyone was dead on the 78th floor.
I later found out that United Airlines flight 175 had slammed into the southwest face of the tower, creating an
impact hole that extended from the 78th to 84th floors. Apparently the conference room that I had been
standing in just a few minutes before was now obliterated. Had I decided to stay up on 78 instead of returning to
my office when I did, I would not be alive today.
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Tragically two co-workers who I considered personal friends, took an opposite path that day, making their way
from the 77th floor to their offices on the 78th. floor just before the impact. I never saw them again. Seemingly
insignificant decisions a person made that day determined whether they lived or died. It's still something that's a
bit hard to fully come to terms with.
Unbeknownst to me at the time, my wife had arrived at work at the midtown financial firm where she worked,
right around the time my building was hit. The WTC towers were clearly visible from the trading floor of her firm.
While we'd spoken earlier and she knew I was OK, that was before the second plane hit WTC2. She knew I was
still in the building at the time, and she knew what floor I worked on, so at that point, she had no idea whether I
was still alive.
Once we got into the 77th floor stairwell, I recall jet fuel pouring down the stairs. I mentioned previously I was
definitely in some form of shock at that time and not thinking rationally. Having worked as a baggage handler at
JFK airport for a summer (ironically for United Airlines of all companies), I knew what jet fuel smelled like. Still, I
could not put one and one together and make the connection that a jetliner had just crashed into the building
only a few feet above my head and split open, spilling the contents of its fuel tanks into the building core.
We slowly made our way down the 77 flights of stairs. A woman there who worked for me at the time was about
6 months pregnant, so we went slowly in order to stay with her and help her down. At some point, I remember
passing a number of firefighters heading up the stairs. They had a full set of gear on, and they looked weary and
frightened, yet they continued up past us. It's hard to put into words what I feel for the firefighters who
sacrificed everything that day in order to try to help others. Reverence is about as close as I can get.
Eventually we exited the stairwell and made our way into the mall connecting the WTC complex. I recall thinking
that we were still alive and basically were out of danger. It was then that I saw police officers or firefighters
yelling and waving at us frantically to get out of the building, and we quickened our pace.
We exited the mall in the northeast corner, near the Millennium hotel. We were standing on the street and it was
chaos. I was with a colleague and my boss at the time. There was debris falling off the building, and my boss
suggested we get out of the area.
We began walking north. We had gotten maybe 5 blocks away when we heard a large rumble and saw a massive
dust cloud to the South of us from the direction we came. Word eventually filtered up through the crowd that
WTC2 where my office resided, had just fallen. It was a strange and surreal experience. Thoughts flooded
through my mind like, how many people just lost their life? Do I still have a job? Even a mental inventory of the
things that were in my office that no longer existed.
Words with my co-workers which I cannot recall were exchanged, and I decided to set off on my own to try to
get home and reach my family to let them know I was OK. I eventually got through to my family via phone to let
them know I was safe. I made it home a number of hours later. My mother-in-law was there with my daughters,
but my wife was still trying to make her way home. I walked in and hugged my two daughters like I had never
hugged them before.
Tim Brown was a member of the FDNY and was one of the first
responders to the World Trade Center. Two of his best friends,
who were also firefighters, died that day. The following is his
partial account of what he experienced at Ground Zero:
The lobby was full of people who were burned bloody and broken and dying. It prevented us from
evacuating the stairwell. So Chief Donald Burns of the fire department sent me out of the tower on
Liberty Street to go get the paramedics and get the injured out of the lobby. I grabbed three
paramedics and we were going back into the lobby of Tower 2. We were about 20 feet from the
door of Tower 2 and the building collapsed. It was very obvious. It was very loud. You could hear
each floor collapsing on top of the next floor as the top of the tower came down. And we ran next-
door to the Marriott Hotel, which was 3 World Trade Center in the lobby of the Marriott.
And just a snap of a finger it was pitch black and the wind picked up to what was eventually
scientifically proved to be 185 mph where we were. Everything was blowing at you. The building
collapsing around you because Tower 2 collapsed on the Marriott and the Marriott collapsed
around us. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t hear and you basically waited to be crushed.
I survived because the area of the Marriott that was destroyed in the 1993 terrorist bombing, the
steel workers when they rebuilt it being good New Yorkers and good American patriots, used steel
that was much too big and so if you look at all the photographs of the rubble afterwards, you’ll see
that little corner of the Marriott that is still standing after the whole thing. And that’s because of
these patriots who built it after the ‘93 bombing,
The 9/11 attacks had an immediate and lasting effect on the American
people. President George W. Bush launched the War on Terror and
invaded Afghanistan. Bin Laden initially denied involvement in the
attacks, but al-Qaeda was quickly blamed. In 2004, bin Laden took
credit for the attacks. After evading capture for nearly 10 years, bin
Laden was killed in a US military raid in Pakistan in 2011. Greater
restrictions were put on airline passengers, and many feared more
attacks.
The Twin Towers were replaced by the One World Trade Center,
which was completed in November 2014. Numerous memorials have
been constructed since the attacks. These include the Flight 93
National Memorial at the Pennsylvania crash site; the Pentagon
Memorial in Arlington County, Virginia; and the National September 11
Memorial & Museum in New York City. One World Trade Center
1. Describe the origins of bin Laden’s animosity toward the United States that led to the
attacks.
3. Though most students were not alive during the September 11th terrorist attacks, your
parents and grandparents would recall it vividly. Have you ever talked about 9/11 with any
of them? Do you think it’s important to hold onto their first-hand account of history?
BACKGROUND
KEY FIGURES
STORY
United Airlines Flight 175 held nine crewmembers, 51 passengers, and five hijackers. This
plane was flown into the South Tower of the World Trade Center at 9:03 am. American
Airlines Flight 77 had a crew of six, 53 passengers, and five hijackers. At 9:37 am, the plane
was flown into the Pentagon. This is the home of the U.S. Department of Defense. United
Airlines Flight 93 had seven crew, 33 passengers, and four hijackers. The plane crashed into
a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, at
10:03 am. This was the result of the
passengers on board fighting back against
the hijackers.
The following is an account from someone who was working in the South
Tower on the day of the attacks:
I was standing in the hallway outside my office talking to a co-worker, when I heard a
tremendous explosion at 8:46AM. I looked into my office (office wall was floor-to-ceiling
glass) and saw a gaping hole in the South side of WTC1. We had no idea what had
The South Tower happened. No part of the plane was visible (it had hit WTC1 from the North--the
at impact opposite side from where my office faced).
Eventually word filtered in from somewhere that it was a plane that hit the building. We didn't know whether it
was a commercial jet or a private plane like a Gulfstream. It also didn't occur to me at the time that it was a
terrorist attack. I just assumed it was a terrible accident.
At some point I saw people appear at the edge of the gaping hole. Smoke was pouring out, and while I don't
recall seeing much in the way of flames, it was clear that there was a raging fire going on inside the building. I
saw a number of people jump to their death, desperate to get away from the heat/flames. …
Many of my co-workers began to leave the building immediately after the plane hit. For various reasons, I
decided to stay. This was partially because I believed that it was an accident and I was in no immediate danger.
…. At some point, I left my office and took the escalator in our space up to the 78th. floor. We had a large
conference room there with a projector and cable TV, so I wanted to get the news on to see what was
happening. I turned on CNN. Information looked pretty sketchy, but I decided to return to 77 to inform my
remaining co-workers that I had TV coverage on upstairs if they wanted to come up.
I returned to my office and decided to call my mother. A few seconds after hanging up the phone at 9:03AM, I
felt a violent jolt, and then a falling sensation. I remember thinking that the building was coming down and it was
the end. The impact caused the building to sway heavily. It was actually designed to sway to a certain degree as
the towers have to withstand high winds on a regular basis, but this was far beyond anything I'd ever felt before.
Eventually the building stabilized. Much of the ceiling had come down, and I could feel the breeze from blown
out windows on the other side of the floor. This felt oddly disconcerting since none of the windows were
designed to open in the WTC. At that point I honestly didn't know what had happened. Strangely enough, my
first thought was that WTC1 somehow exploded and what we experiencing was the impact of that.
I found myself outside my office with a number of co-workers. There was tons of dust and debris in the air and
the electricity was out. While I was covered in dust and other particles, I was not injured. We (about 10 of us)
made our way to the stairwell on the NE side of the building.
Upon arriving at the stairwell, we ran into some people who had apparently just come down from the 78th floor.
One woman had a severe laceration on her arm. While the wound was quite serious, it did not appear to be life
threatening. There was some brief discussion about going up (I cannot recall why), but the injured woman or
someone she was with mentioned that everyone was dead on the 78th floor.
I later found out that United Airlines flight 175 had slammed into the southwest face of the tower, creating an
impact hole that extended from the 78th to 84th floors. Apparently the conference room that I had been
standing in just a few minutes before was now obliterated. Had I decided to stay up on 78 instead of returning to
my office when I did, I would not be alive today.
© Clark Creative Education
PRIMARY SOURCE CONT’D
Tragically two co-workers who I considered personal friends, took an opposite path that day, making their way
from the 77th floor to their offices on the 78th. floor just before the impact. I never saw them again. Seemingly
insignificant decisions a person made that day determined whether they lived or died. It's still something that's a
bit hard to fully come to terms with.
Unbeknownst to me at the time, my wife had arrived at work at the midtown financial firm where she worked,
right around the time my building was hit. The WTC towers were clearly visible from the trading floor of her firm.
While we'd spoken earlier and she knew I was OK, that was before the second plane hit WTC2. She knew I was
still in the building at the time, and she knew what floor I worked on, so at that point, she had no idea whether I
was still alive.
Once we got into the 77th floor stairwell, I recall jet fuel pouring down the stairs. I mentioned previously I was
definitely in some form of shock at that time and not thinking rationally. Having worked as a baggage handler at
JFK airport for a summer (ironically for United Airlines of all companies), I knew what jet fuel smelled like. Still, I
could not put one and one together and make the connection that a jetliner had just crashed into the building
only a few feet above my head and split open, spilling the contents of its fuel tanks into the building core.
We slowly made our way down the 77 flights of stairs. A woman there who worked for me at the time was about
6 months pregnant, so we went slowly in order to stay with her and help her down. At some point, I remember
passing a number of firefighters heading up the stairs. They had a full set of gear on, and they looked weary and
frightened, yet they continued up past us. It's hard to put into words what I feel for the firefighters who
sacrificed everything that day in order to try to help others. Reverence is about as close as I can get.
Eventually we exited the stairwell and made our way into the mall connecting the WTC complex. I recall thinking
that we were still alive and basically were out of danger. It was then that I saw police officers or firefighters
yelling and waving at us frantically to get out of the building, and we quickened our pace.
We exited the mall in the northeast corner, near the Millennium hotel. We were standing on the street and it was
chaos. I was with a colleague and my boss at the time. There was debris falling off the building, and my boss
suggested we get out of the area.
We began walking north. We had gotten maybe 5 blocks away when we heard a large rumble and saw a massive
dust cloud to the South of us from the direction we came. Word eventually filtered up through the crowd that
WTC2 where my office resided, had just fallen. It was a strange and surreal experience. Thoughts flooded
through my mind like, how many people just lost their life? Do I still have a job? Even a mental inventory of the
things that were in my office that no longer existed.
Words with my co-workers which I cannot recall were exchanged, and I decided to set off on my own to try to
get home and reach my family to let them know I was OK. I eventually got through to my family via phone to let
them know I was safe. I made it home a number of hours later. My mother-in-law was there with my daughters,
but my wife was still trying to make her way home. I walked in and hugged my two daughters like I had never
hugged them before.
Tim Brown was a member of the FDNY. He was one of the first
responders to the World Trade Center. Two of his best friends,
who were also firefighters, died that day. The following is part
of his account from Ground Zero:
The lobby was full of people who were burned bloody and broken and dying. It prevented us from
evacuating the stairwell. So Chief Donald Burns of the fire department sent me out of the tower on
Liberty Street to go get the paramedics and get the injured out of the lobby. I grabbed three
paramedics and we were going back into the lobby of Tower 2. We were about 20 feet from the
door of Tower 2 and the building collapsed. It was very obvious. It was very loud. You could hear
each floor collapsing on top of the next floor as the top of the tower came down. And we ran next-
door to the Marriott Hotel, which was 3 World Trade Center in the lobby of the Marriott.
And just a snap of a finger it was pitch black and the wind picked up to what was eventually
scientifically proved to be 185 mph where we were. Everything was blowing at you. The building
collapsing around you because Tower 2 collapsed on the Marriott and the Marriott collapsed
around us. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t hear and you basically waited to be crushed.
I survived because the area of the Marriott that was destroyed in the 1993 terrorist bombing, the
steel workers when they rebuilt it being good New Yorkers and good American patriots, used steel
that was much too big and so if you look at all the photographs of the rubble afterwards, you’ll see
that little corner of the Marriott that is still standing after the whole thing. And that’s because of
these patriots who built it after the ‘93 bombing,
The Twin Towers were replaced by the One World Trade Center.
This was completed in November 2014. Many memorials have
been created since the attacks. There is the Flight 93 National
Memorial at the Pennsylvania crash site. There’s the Pentagon
Memorial in Arlington County, Virginia. The National September
11 Memorial & Museum is located in New York City. One World Trade Center
1. Why did bin Laden have hatred toward the United States?
3. Though most students were not alive during the September 11th terrorist attacks,
your parents and grandparents would recall it vividly. Have you ever talked about
9/11 with any of them? Do you think it’s important to hold onto their first-hand
account of history?