THE FALLING ANGEL ON 9/11

Photo Credit: Richard Drew, AP /  Picture / click on http://blogs.salon.com/0002255/2007/03/25.html

There came a moment as they clung to those windows high above the streets of New York, with the unbearable heat and smoke drawing near ~ that they chose to jump, versus burn to death, and in that moment of complete surrender they became graceful sacred angels returning to source : Allen L Roland

I watched last night the (70 minute) video THE FALLING MAN which has not been released in the U.S. and which can be seen by clicking on http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article17405.htm .

Very little has been written about the over 200 people who jumped to their deaths from the World Trade Towers on 9/11 and instead the press has stressed the heroism and patriotism of the time ~ but I maintain that the jumpers were also heroes. For there came a moment as they clung to those windows high above the streets of New York, with the unbearable heat and smoke drawing near ~ that they chose to jump, versus burn to death, and in that moment of complete surrender they became graceful sacred angels returning to source.

Tom Junod, who is featured in this video, wrote an extraordinary piece for Eqsuire in September 2003 on "The Falling Man," offering several possibilities of who was the falling man. His piece ended with this very moving one about Jonathan Briley. 

Allen L Roland      http://blogs.salon.com/0002255/2007/03/25.html

THE FALLING MAN

Tom Junod / ESQUIRE / SEPT 2003

Jonathan Briley worked at Windows on the World. Some of his coworkers, when they saw Richard Drew's photographs, thought he might be the Falling Man. He was a light-skinned black man. He was over six five. He was forty-three. He had a mustache and a goatee and close-cropped hair. He had a wife named Hillary.

Jonathan Briley's father is a preacher, a man who has devoted his whole life to serving the Lord. After September 11, he gathered his family together to ask God to tell him where his son was. No: He demanded it. He used these words: "Lord, I demand to know where my son is." For three hours straight, he prayed in his deep voice, until he spent the grace he had accumulated over a lifetime in the insistence of his appeal.

The next day, the FBI called. They'd found his son's body. It was, miraculously, intact.

The preacher's youngest son, Timothy, went to identify his brother. He recognized him by his shoes: He was wearing black high-tops. Timothy removed one of them and took it home and put it in his garage, as a kind of memorial.

Timothy knew all about the Falling Man. He is a cop in Mount Vernon, New York, and in the week after his brother died, someone had left a September 12 newspaper open in the locker room. He saw the photograph of the Falling Man and, in anger, he refused to look at it again. But he couldn't throw it away. Instead, he stuffed it in the bottom of his locker, where—like the black shoe in his garage—it became permanent.

Jonathan's sister Gwendolyn knew about the Falling Man, too. She saw the picture the day it was published. She knew that Jonathan had asthma, and in the smoke and the heat would have done anything just to breathe. . . .

The both of them, Timothy and Gwendolyn, knew what Jonathan wore to work on most days. He wore a white shirt and black pants, along with the high-top black shoes. Timothy also knew what Jonathan sometimes wore under his shirt: an orange T-shirt. Jonathan wore that orange T-shirt everywhere. He wore that shirt all the time. He wore it so often that Timothy used to make fun of him: When are you gonna get rid of that orange T-shirt, Slim?

But when Timothy identified his brother's body, none of his clothes were recognizable except the black shoes. And when Jonathan went to work on the morning of September 11, 2001, he'd left early and kissed his wife goodbye while she was still sleeping. She never saw the clothes he was wearing. After she learned that he was dead, she packed his clothes away and never inventoried what specific articles of clothing might be missing.

Is Jonathan Briley the Falling Man? He might be. But maybe he didn't jump from the window as a betrayal of love or because he lost hope. Maybe he jumped to fulfill the terms of a miracle. Maybe he jumped to come home to his family. Maybe he didn't jump at all, because no one can jump into the arms of God.

Oh, no. You have to fall.

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