I can’t add anything substantial to the mountains of ink already spilled in remembrance of 2001, other than to note that I was in Jamaica for field work at the time.
The attacks affected the local people just as much as they affected me. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been surprised. New York City hosts a large Jamaican population, and people in the shops and around our hotel knew more people in Manhattan that I did. 20 Jamaicans died in the tragedy.
I have trouble listening now to the bolder America-centric narratives of the day, even as I recognize that the attacks were leveled against American targets. The world is too connected.