Thirteen years ago, we didnt know one another. Thirteen years ago, one of us was standing on his rooftop in Queens, staring at two smoldering buildings in disbelief, worried for the girl who would become his wife. Another, only eleven years old, stood on his own rooftop in the East Village trying to comprehend the sudden, unrelenting stream of smoke enshrouding his childhood home. One of us, a student in a foreign land, wrestled with the opposing impulses to run back to his native country and to run to witness, embrace, help his beloved adoptive city. A continent away, one of us arrived home from work to a weeping mother and unfathomable broadcasts. In Italy, one of us walked home for lunch; his walk back to school would be laden with the heft of mysterious, harrowing news emanating from the place where his young heart yearned to be. At another school in New Jersey, the youngest of us huddled among classmates and faculty, lending innocent prayers to the memories of the unfortunate victims of a plane accident. Thirteen years ago, this team didnt know one another. Each of us knew that New York City was our home, even if we didnt yet live there. Each one of us, like you, wept for the place that held, that holds the promise to pursue dreams and accepts us for who we are. As we assemble today in our studio yards away from the place where the whole world changed over the course of a morning thirteen years ago, we remember, and we give thanks for this magical, resilient, complicated, wonderful city that brought us all together. #NeverForget Andrew Lawton Cullen Golden Giuseppe Masi Gwenaelle Le Cochennec Elsa Levitskii Eric Engleman
Posted on: Thu, 11 Sep 2014 18:13:03 +0000
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