Journeys of the Questress - WTC
Oct 5 - A Mile of Tears - Part 3
The Way it Was - 1
The Way it Was - 2
Sept 19 - When Tomorrow Never Comes
Sept 27 - Oral Interpretation
Oct 5 - A Mile of Tears - Part 1
Oct 5 - A Mile of Tears - Part 2
Oct 5 - A Mile of Tears - Part 3
Oct 11 - Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Oct 28 - Each Day I Search the Rubble
Nov 12 - When Spires Fall
Nov 19 - 911 The Rape of America
Dec 14 - Just A Thought
Dec 18 - A Sense of Place
Feb 2 - Final Pass to the End Zone
March 3 - Sitting on the Edge
March 14- Do You Still Remember
March 20 - Virtual Walk-Through
March 25 - When Will It End - Part 1
March 25 - When Will It End - Part 2
April 1 - Towers of Light
May 14 - View From Above
May 30 - Tunnel At the End of the Light
May 31 - Seventeen Hundred
Aug 9 - From the Margins Erased
Aug 30 - The Train Doesn't Stop There Anymore
Sept 9 - Ceremonies of Light and Dark
Sept 10 - Just An Anniversary
Sept 12 - September Holds Great Promise
Literary Reflections
Rebirth and Resurrection
The Winter Garden Springs To Life
The Winter Garden Springs To Life - con't
Underpass to the Past
Rebuilding Ground Zero
Under Hallowed Ground
What Will Fill the Void?
I Submit a Design
Footprints in the Dust
My Memorial Design Submission
My Memorial Design - Drawings
New Path Train Station
Path Station Tour
May We Never Forget
That Which Surives
War Without End
4th Anniversary
Footprints in the Dust
I Miss 9/11
Time Comes Between Us
A Thousand Cranes
Fear Factor
Love Letters On The Wall
Empty Chairs
Sitting on the Edge of Forever
Walking the Perimeter of Emptiness
A Counting of Days
For Friends Absent But Not Forgotten
The Memory Keeper's Promise
Unbreak My Heart
Standing On The Edge Of Forever
Both Sides Now
A Memory In Time
The Gravity of Loss
The Survivors Rise Up
Flowers Will Bloom
The Fire Within Us
The Sentinel
Stronger Than The Storm
Between the Candle and the Stars
A Journey Through Remembrance
Canticle of Remembrance
Beyond the Crucible of Chaos
Journey Through Remembrance project
What See We Now
Forever In Our Hearts
Keeping the Flame Alive
The Rebuilding of Ground Zero continues
Does Anyone Care Anymore?
Where Is Our Story Teller of Pain
At Memory's Edge
Dust Thou Art and to Dust Thou Shalt Return
Heroes Never Die
The Flame Inside Our Hearts
The Year of the Heroes of 9/11
Déjà Vu
Remembering 9/11 in the year of COVID-19
Coronavirus Decimates Ailing Sept. 11 Responders
Touching From a Distance
That Which Survives 20 years later
2021 - 20 years later
Memories of Terror Return
Putin's Name Covered Over On Teardrop Memorial
The 9/11 Tribute Museum Closes
When Memories Fade Away
St. Nicholas at Ground Z is rebuilt
The Blue Wall of the Unidentified Victims
When Time Calls Your Name
When Art Gets It All Wrong


A Mile of Tears - con't

I had run out of film and decided not to reload. Looking through a camera had started to distance me from the reality so I felt I'd retrace my path and just LOOK. First I made a detour further south to the Museum of the American Indian to grab a cup of coffee and rest. That was where the second shock of reality hit me. A big sign outside of the building stated no sharp objects or guns allowed. Inside was a checkpoint where 2 guards inspected my bags. I was grateful for the security, but never had this happened at a museum! The rest of Manhattan might be returning to 'normal' but down here it was still very much a 'war zone'.

Upon returning to the Ground Zero area, I decided not to walk the barricades but go north on a parallel street. Here, too, the pedestrians were walking slowly and stopping to look down the cross streets that afforded a view of The Pile. I also then became aware of the dust that was everywhere. Some shops had not reopened. Inside EVERYTHING was covered with that gray ash. Even if the windows had not been broken, it seemed to have seeped through every tiny crack. Cars were covered, my scalp felt gritty, and I was beginning to cough. One building I passed had some quite deep crevices in its facade. I stopped and looked and saw small mounds of the ash piled in the corner, protected from the past week's rains. I stooped down and touched it and a chill ran through me. This was a piece of the towers! I dug in my handbag, located a plastic bag and gently scooped up a handful of this ash. Once again the tears came as I placed this precious package into my pocket.

When I reached the northern perimeter it was much like the rest. Only the smell was worse. With the wind blowing north, you could feel that something was actively burning even though it was out of site. I proceeded down to my starting point. I had to see that area and smell that smell again to make it all real. It didn't hit me as hard, but the tears, once again, came.

Before I descended the stairs to the subway, I took one more look at the people moving along the barricade. Thanks to the TV news stations, we all have gotten excellent shots of Ground Zero from the air, The Pile up close,



the caverns underneath that were the Mall. But none have showed the procession of humanity. They come down here not as tourists to gape at a curiosity but as people who feel a loss and must make it real. Why haven't they shown this? Because it is not spectacular. It is just a quiet procession of humanity... walking a mile of tears.

c 2001 Leona Seufert