My life is written by anonymous.

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youmightfindyourself:

On September 11, Richard Drew was also covering the Fall Fashion Week. He rushed to the site, where he captured the dramatic pictures of the people jumping out of the towers. In most American newspapers, his photos ran once and were never seen again; the memories of “jumpers” were so heartrending, their plunges so traumatic and their suicides so stigmatic that officially and journalistically, they ceased to exist.

In official records, nobody had jumped; no one had ever been a jumper. Instead, people fell or were forced out by the heat, the smoke and the flames. A decade on, this denial still holds. The 9/11 Museum will consign the story of the jumpers into a hidden alcove, and there is widespread reluctance to DNA-identify the remains. In that sense, the jumpers were modern unknown soldiers, and their pictures, the photographic equivalent of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.

We will never know truly their motives, but retellings of the jumpers’ stories were at best a measured alteration of history, and a signal of many such revisions to come, as politicians and pundits continue to hijack the narrative and legacy of 9/11. (via)

This just really touched my heart. Like wow, OMG =’(

That is crap. I vividly remember seeing people holding hands and jumping. You don’t forget shit like that. Forced out by heat my black ass, I saw people jump from dark rooms where there was no fire yet. The govt can get bent if they expect people to just “forget” shit like that. It will never happen, you don’t forget things like that, you have nightmares about it.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Exactly what this guy said.^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^