Skip to comments.New York's September 11 museum to play martyrdom tapes
Posted on 09/10/2009 2:57:08 PM PDT by La Enchiladita
NEW YORK (Reuters) - A museum dedicated to the September 11 attacks will play "martyrdom" videos made by the hijackers but testimonials by the public would be screened to prevent sympathizers from praising the perpetrators, museum officials said.
Previous attempts to put into context the motivation of the September 11 hijackers have been met with emotional public opposition, with politicians canceling plans for an "International Freedom Center" in 2005.
But the president of the National September 11 Memorial & Museum said videos made by some of the 19 hijackers in preparation for their suicide missions make up part of the "witness testimony" and available for playback at the display.
The memorial and museum are planned for the World Trade Center site undergoing reconstruction in lower Manhattan.
...Museum president Joe Daniels said the exhibit would present the facts, focusing on "what happened on that day, why it happened, what does it mean to live in a 9/11 world."
...As an example of what will be included, Daniels said the 1979 invasion of the Soviet Union by Afghanistan was vital in understanding "the roots of Al Qaeda."
(Excerpt) Read more at reuters.com ...
I don’t see anything wrong with this. Let people see that they did this for Allah and their prophet.
Im sure the al Qaeda psychopaths swould approve of the world getting to hear their side of why American and other children women and men deserved to die at their hands.
I don’t need to “understand” their “motivation.” Their acts speak for themselves. Jihad is as jihad does and we don’t need their stinking faces and words at Ground Zero.
All visitors need to understand why the Attacks happened.
Let the people listen to Wafa Sultan: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ciOGS6r97oE
Let us be sure to include that the mortal fear of one of these losers was that a (gasp!) woman might touch his disembodied penis while cleaning up after his crashing into the Trade Center.
This is the type of “man” these zealots produce. One whose greatest fear is that an ‘unclean’ woman might touch his naughty bits after he was dead.
9/11 above all convinced me that Islam is a fraud, a cult founded by a thug who promised other thugs salvation if they would help him kill innocents.
Let people see evil in full sunlight.
Will any deposed green czars provide rebuttals?
All visitors need to understand why the Attacks happened.
Gotta disagree. Islam has been attacking non-Muslims since Big Mo began his pattern of desert raids.
We were attacked because they could, because Islam demands it, and because they rightly decided we were not going to nuke them in return.
What do they mean by this, "segregated?" As though the horror is unrelated to the "martyrdom?" I don't trust this museum; something is not right.
What happened will tell you why.
wait a sec. matyrdom tapes???
but I thought there were no terrorists, I thought Bush did it...
They need to put passages from koran with this exhibit. The public needs to know what we are at war with...
ON THE INTERNET:
FBI.GOV - Seeking Information.
SNIPPET: “Three individuals appear in video clip. Their order of appearance is listed below:
Muhammad Sa’id Ali Hasan, Abd Al-Rahim, and Khalid Ibn Muhammad Al-Juhani.”
Isn’t this kind of like showing “Babe” or selling pork rinds at the Holocaust museum?
That is correct. Jihad is clearly defined in the .... uh, that book.
There are muslims who do not know what is in the koran, specifically non-Arab muslims.
Excellent link, thank you.
I would see a problem if this wasn’t included. This is going to be a museum and it should include all relevant history for future generations.
Are people offended if they go to a WWII/Holocaust museum and see a video of Hitler spewing his hate? No, because it helps the viewer see why he did what he did and what a sick mind he had. And now, when we see someone spewing that kind of speech, we know what that can lead too and be able to watch out for it.
Hopefully, years from now, a little kid is going to walk in that museum only knowing what Sept. 11 was from their history books. And they’ll have video evidence to see what that sick ideology was and what it can lead to.
I’ve re-thought my post #15...I think what you’ve said is spot on.
I think a lot depends on how prominently this is done, how it is showcased, etc. The curators will act as editors, as it were.
Reading the entire article, it worries me that these “organizers” originally wanted a theme of “tolerance and diversity” for the museum AND I sense a tone of “why do they hate us?” All of that is unacceptable and smacks of liberal infiltration.
I wonder if ACT for America has been invited as a consultant, for example? That would be good.
I wonder if CAIR has stuck their nose under the tent, perhaps demanded input. That would not be good.
Who are these people in charge of this museum?
Exactly. Evil doesn’t need a “why.”
You’re right and those are all good questions, we’ll just have to see.
Maybe the TOTUS can repeat the prettiest sound he knows...
Ex-Obama-administration-czar Van Jones will be the DJ.
How DO the words I want to use end up with your name on them : )
Let us NEVER forget those nearly 3,000 innocent Americans who were murdered by the Islamists.
Dont let Obama desecrate the memory of those Americans who were murdered by his fellow Muslims. Send this video to everyone you know.
Every American should view this video made by a New Yorker who lived through the attack:
This video has been viewed by untold millions and is now in the Smithsonian.
(Sadly, the New Yorker who made this video has since succumbed to lung damage sustained during the attack)
The video includes the planes crashing into the buildings and victims jumping. There are pictures of many of those who lost their lives, and president Bushs aftermath speech set to the haunting background music, Only Time by Enya. It is truly awesome.
Excerpt from Steves essay, That Day:
(author of video, America Attacked 9/11 http://attacked911.tripod.com/)
....and there was that plume coming straight for me, I turned and went another way but it was still coming at me. From all ends. I mustve turned down a small alley-like-road where the buildings stood end-to-end because no matter what door I tried to seek shelter, it was locked. The Plume was overtaking me.
There was an older lady screaming in the middle of this alley/street and the monster was about to get her. I grabbed her and shoved her to the back end of a DHL van that was parked. I threw my suit jacket over her head. Lady, were gonna be alright. Take 3 deep breaths and hold it. I curled up by the Van. The debris hit.
It was humid, sticky, hot. It was white-grey-black in less time than it takes to read this line. I was holding my breath but I hadnt closed my eyes. They felt like fine grade steel wool, 0000 strength were in them. I couldnt see. I had my hands out but couldnt see them. I mustve looked like I was imitating Helen Keller.
I couldnt hold my breath anymore. I let it out and gasped for breath. My mouth was immediately filled with the foulest tasting stuff you couldnt ever imagine. For the moment I couldnt breath.
I threw up. Cleared my mouth and took another breath. I threw up again and then pulled my shirt over my face and then breathed. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Or suffocate. For a long while I just leaned there, trying to regain some composure.
I kept blinking my eyes. My vision was blurred but I started to be able to see through the darkness and I felt my way around. The lady was gone. So was my jacket. I laughed. It was a new suit. Oh well. maybe it helped her live. I hope so.
I was pushed this way and that way by cops, fireman, people with colorful vests on. I was walking through body parts. Shoes with feet still in them. Arms, clumps of matter. The paper was everywhere, more than I have ever seen and Ive been to my share of ticker tape parades in this city.
I dont know when the north tower came down. I just know that it did by the sound and the activity and the second plume of debris. I was covered in ash. It didnt dawn on me until later that some of the stuff I was covered in was the remains of incinerated bodies. I have showered many, many times trying to get clean again. The thought that some of the hijackers remains covered me is more for me to be able to bear.
I got down to Broadway, near City Hall but not quite on Park Row. Theres a park attached to City Hall. Its about 3 blocks from the twin towers. I got near the tip of that park when I was grabbed by a female EMT. She kept screaming at me to look at her. She had a flashlight and was trying to put it to my eyes. She was wearing a mask. She washed my eyes out. Her partner took tweezers and while she held my head he removed stuff from my eyes.
My left eye was blood red. My right eye was almost swollen shut, but I didnt know it. I dont know if they used saline or water but it stung like hell whatever they used. Very much like one of the pictures except that there was no ambulance there; they were just working. I dont even know where they kept their supplies.
They worked on me for a few minutes or a year. I dont know which. After each time they worked on me, they would shine the light and ask me to tell them how many fingers they had and who was the President. I told them they each had 10 and the President of what? They said its good I had a sense of humor but that they needed to know what I could see. How many fingers were they holding up.
I got it wrong the first couple of times and they went back to work on me. My eyes now started to feel a little better but stung like hell. They felt like sandpaper instead of steel wool. When I got both questions right, they told me to get to NYU Hospital or if I was feeling up to it my own doctor. They gave me a bottle of water. I left.
I made it to my office but scared the hell out of everyone there. I looked like I was badly injured. I washed some of the stuff off my face but it started to cake into mud. I had to get home. I left. Manhattan was closed down. There were thousands upon thousands of people in the streets but there was no subway, no bus. My car was in a garage that might no longer be standing for all I knew. I followed the crowd, helping some who were giving up and just sitting there. We managed to come out of the cloud that was covering the Brooklyn Bridge.
When we got out of the cloud we stopped to look back and could see nothing. A photographer tried to snap my picture as I leaned against one of the steel cables of the Brooklyn Bridge, lighting a cigarette believe it or not, and looking back toward Manhattan. I slapped his camera away and it fell off the bridge. He didnt even curse me out. I mumbled sorry and I moved on.
I got into downtown Brooklyn. Trying to make the subway was useless because hundreds of thousands of people were going into the subway. I knew it would be chaotic. I walked further downtown and a gypsy cab beeped his horn. As in transit strikes, I asked how much to go to Sheepshead Bay, maybe 15 miles away. 140.00. Deal.
I got home and looked in the full length mirror. I looked scary. The thought crossed my mind that had I been the cabdriver I wouldnt have picked me up and I certainly wouldnt think that I had the 140.00. I wasnt even mad at him. I took a shower. Long. Hot. I scrubbed myself. I let the water run on my eyes. The stinging felt great.
I turned on the news. I grabbed a drink. A stiff one. Why did they do this to us? My phone rang and it was family to make sure that I was OK. I could not make calls. I felt very isolated. I listened to the news almost all night. I caught a couple hours of sleep and drove into work the next day using my nephews car. I didnt get into work until noon.
I started tallying the friends that I had at the trade center. 16, 17, 18... 30. My cousin. As strange as it sounds, I was able to make some calls from my office. I called my cousin Charlies house. Carol told me she hadnt heard from him since right after the first plane hit. He called to tell her that some idiot ran a plan into the tower and that he was evacuating.
Hed call her when he got out. That call never came. He had worked for Euro Traders.
The same with my friend Elkin. (His picture is in the montage.) A friend of Elkins called his own wife. She heard Elkins voice in the background. He was saying, We have to punch through this wall; we cant get through the door. Make sure she calls Cella to tell her Im OK and getting the hell outta here. His friends wife called Cella and relayed the information. No other call came. He worked for Carr Futures and he leaves his wife and 3 year old daughter Nicole. He loved being a daddy.
Over the next few days things were very chaotic. That guardsman that you see in the montage with his M-16 pointed to the ground, he was stationed at 23rd and 5th which is my building. For the first few days you could not go further south than 23rd Street. Then they moved it to 14th Street. You look down the block and you see the shell of the twin towers (the photo with the arrow pointing to the shell). Since I have dealt with the government on the POW/MIA (Prisoner of War/Missing In Action) issue for the last 30 years, my aunt and uncle decided that I was the one who would deal with the city on Charlie.
I brought his toothbrush and hairbrush to the Armory and filled out the 8 page questionnaire.
Then I found that more friends, firefighters, had been taken as well. My friend Bronco had come to my office a week before the attack. He was wearing this fire-retardant sweat shirt and I told him it was a cool shirt. The Thursday before the attack, he came back to my office and tossed a shirt at me. Just like his with my name on it. He was lost on Tuesday. I havent been able to wear that shirt yet.
A firefighter came and stood next to me but I hadnt noticed him until he said, You got that 10,000 yard stare going on. (A reference to those in a warzone.) We started talking. After a while he asked me if I wanted to go down to ground zero. I told him that my badge (color coded) would be spotted and they wouldnt let me further. He took off his coat and draped it around me and then handed me his helmet. We walked down together. Seeing it, I dont know how I possibly survived.
The fires burned for 20 days at full force. The city was covered in smoke and ash. The smell has hung over us to the point that we are almost used to it now. And part of that smell was incinerated bodies.
My personal death toll reached 1 cousin, 36 friends. Of them, 20 are missing.
Pulverized or incinerated. My hope is that they never knew what hit them.
I know that Charlie did and I know that Elkin did.
We buried a piece of Elkins jawbone.
Charlie has never been found.
We have to live with their horror and think about their last thoughts as they fought to find a way out of that hell. This has come close to breaking me and I am usually a strong individual. For the last 7 weeks I have been going to funerals and memorials. I just got back from the Memorial at Ground Zero. I am thinking that this should be my last for my own sanity.
I still have that sensation of shaking inside. My hands are steady and I am still seething, still angry and still hurt. I suppose with time that sensation of shaking will subside because I know, also, that we will overcome this blow that we took. But I dont want to overcome it to the point that we forget. Overcome it, but not forget it. And thats the whole reason why I did the page and continue to maintain it.
And thats my story.
As much of it as I can tell or as much as I care to tell. There are images that I will never forget; the husband and wife holding hands as they jumped into oblivion,
the other jumpers.
The guy that was shimmying down the grid used by the window washing apparatus, we were all cheering him and then some debris hit him and he fell headfirst. Hes one of the pictures, hands behind his back. I only hope whatever hit him knocked him out first.
Those that jumped turning not to flesh and blood but grey-brown matter.
The plane going into the building and being swallowed. The tower coming down as if someone turned on a faucet and drained it from existence.
The emergency personnel running, driving, dashing up to and into the World Trade Center while the rest of us were doing everything we could to get away.
Look at the picture of the lone firefighter running up the stairs while a sea of people were going down.
I guess we should be thankful that more than 30,000 people inside the buildings were saved. Another 15 - 20,000 saved from the other buildings that came down. A 57 story building also came down, but you hardly heard about it. And there were the hundreds of thousands of us on the ground that surely would have perished had those buildings fallen over rather than imploded straight down.
Like I said, I guess we should be grateful, but all I feel is numb and seething and anger and hurt all at the same time.
Every day when I get to work, I look where the twin towers used to stand proud, magnificently thinking that any moment I will wake up from this horrible dream and we will be back on September 11th.
It wont last. Some years later all the Muzzies will do is scream and bellyache about there not being enough positive things being said about the poor dear martyrs fighting against the Great Satan..that it is all sooooo one-sided.
Barack Hussein Obama has banned the National Day of Prayer from the White House, now get a load of THIS!!
ISLAM ON CAPITOL HILL 2009 - islamoncapitolhill.com
Does THIS leave any doubt as to what we have sitting in the White House?
Be sure to read every page!
Every page ends with ‘OUR TIME HAS COME’!!
I wasn't at Ground Zero on 9/11 - I went there two weeks afterward. Later, I participated in the public activities regarding the rebuilding, and the memorial/museum. The libs took it over. And Silverstein, the lessee. And Pataki, etc., etc.
The wads of sand and fibers were splattered and melded to vertical surfaces. The gray dust was everywhere. A young couple walking along Dey St. - he telling her with emphatic trembling voice, "This is the street I ran down...."
If I say any more, I will be here all night.
This link leads to THE place for 9/11 stories - the place to go to remember.
Somehow, after reading patriot08’s posts, and revisiting the NYC Stories website, a “Day of Service” doesn’t quite cut the mustard.
That is a very high compliment, freema: Thank you.
Tough day; it hurts to remember but we must.
I remember you sending me this. I get goosebumps even before I read it. Thank you, my fellow patriot, for your faithful vigilance of the flame of freedom.
I offer you this: Are videos of Hitler’s rants, marches of Nazis, etc., heartrending stories of SS, are these shown at Auschwitz? I don’t know. I’m just asking......