“I hope we're not trying to figure out who he is and more figure out who we are through watching that.”
-- Gwendolyn Briley-Strand (sister of Jonathan Briley), 9/11: The Falling Man
Thirteen years ago, Associated Press photographer Richard Drew found himself occupied with work at the site of the World Trade Center attacks, already dubbed ‘Ground Zero,’ a term incidentally originating from the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in Japan by the United States during World War II. One of the photographs by Drew, titled The Falling Man, shows a ‘jumper’ escaping the fumes. The subject of the image is placed perfectly parallel to the columns of the late Towers, symmetrically dissecting both of them. Believed by many to be North Tower restaurant employee Jonathan Briley, the identity of the man has never been officially confirmed.
This photograph has seen thorough examination by social and cultural commentators worldwide, for there is something inherently discomforting about a man jumping from a skyscraper, even a burning one. Why did he jump? No matter what the situation in the building, the fall could not, under any circumstances, have saved him. Hitting the curb at a terminal velocity of between fifty and sixty metres per second, probably head first, is certain to result in death, perhaps immediately. Which could very well be an answer itself: the eponymous falling man is jumping for the comfort of an instant, possibly painless death.
He is away from something, but also towards something: his freedom. Sprinting towards his bodily demise, about fifty four metres closer to it with every passing second. This man may not even know precisely what has happened; leave alone the modus operandi behind it. Nevertheless, he is not going to let it decide his fate. He is going to embrace his destiny, without letting someone else decide the moment and manner that he must die. He is not going to spend his last moments choking on concrete fumes. He’ll breathe free, perhaps freer than he ever before, and in the small metaphorical window that he has, he is going to govern the terms of his death. It is not suicide, but rather, the ultimate act of rebellion.
The attacks, immediately termed ‘9/11’, would go on to redefine the relationship between state and society, including for people who, in another era, wouldn’t even have seen the news of the incident.
9/11 marked the start of the Global War on Terror, the Great War of our time. The attacks resulted in 2,996 immediate (attack time) deaths, including the 19 hijackers, and citizens of over 90 countries. Additionally 1,140 responders and people in Lower Manhattan at the time have since been diagnosed with cancer (whom the US government famously denied healthcare benefits for a decade). 9/11 also led directly to the U.S. war in Afghanistan, as well as additional homeland security measures, and was cited as a rationale for the Iraq war, although intelligence organizations and think tanks globally have failed to grasp the latter.
The War in Afghanistan is estimated to have resulted in 3,466 “coalition deaths,” and between 18,000 and 20,000 Afghan civilian casualties. As of 2010, there had been 16,623 Iraqi military and police deaths, and as per a 2008 estimate by ORB International, 946,000 to 1,120,000 civilian deaths ("48% died from a gunshot wound, 20% from the impact of a car bomb, 9% from aerial bombardment…”). I wouldn’t blame you for skimming over the statistics, for that’s all they are now: just a set of numbers. Another number to reflect upon is 5 trillion, a figure that the cost of these two wars surpassed in US dollars a while ago, while we are still counting the dips in the global recession.
9/11 also heralded a U.S. government shift toward Israel’s response Palestinian terror, and it was a crucial step in Israel gaining American approval for military incursions in the West Bank in 2002. This legitimised the further rounds of Gaza war including the most recent one, which, as the UN Office for the Coordination of Humanitarian Affairs reports, displaced 25% of the population, and killed a total 2,104 people in the Gaza Strip, including 1,462 civilians, which itself includes 495 children, 253 women, and other such numbers.
A lot else has changed, and 9/11 has resulted in new attitudes and concerns about defence and vigilance worldwide. For the U.S., it brought along policies like the “Uniting and Strengthening America by Providing Appropriate Tools Required to Intercept and Obstruct Terrorism Act of 2001” (USA PATRIOT Act for short), which prioritized national security at the expense of civil liberties (and in some cases, human rights).
This curtailment of rights extended beyond the American borders, and full body scans, frisking, and a general air of hostility became ubiquitous across transport infrastructure worldwide. Racial and other forms of discrimination were similarly institutionalised as scaremongering took over most of the democratic world. Privacy became a lost cause, and memories of cold war paranoia were revived.
While 9/11 was commemorated last month, this year also saw the centenary of the beginning of the original Great War: the World War I. Every major war since has seen its fair share of remembrance and commemoration, and some accompanying decoration and symbolism. In Britain, the Tomb of the Unknown Warrior was created at Westminster Abbey, in France La tombe du soldat inconnu was placed in the Arc de Triomphe, and India followed with an eternal flame burning next to a rifle capped by war helmet beneath the India Gate in New Delhi. The British Unknown Warrior even made it to the “100 Great Britons” list as per a 2002 poll. In all of these monuments, the anonymity of the entombed soldier is key, for he represents everyone who fell in service of the nation.
Unlike previous global combats, our current great war has never been formally declared to be taking place between specific nations or armed units. It’s a war that governments have in fact, been fighting against citizens, one in which we have all been drafted (or as my phone poetically autocorrected, “dragged”). Whether consensually or otherwise, we are all soldiers, struggling for our lives while perpetually in combat against an unknown enemy.
It’s about time that we too started celebrating our warriors, and perhaps identify a symbol to mark the graves of the unidentified dead in the war. Not a religious symbol, but one befitting the current collective crisis of faith in our institutions. Let us build our monuments with a powerful image from our time. It could be called an image of despair, of freedom, or simply, of our new found reality.