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September 11, 2001 – Twenty Years Later.

September 11, 2001.

Seems like a whole different lifetime ago. I was still a New Yorker. Living in Staten Island in the middle of my first divorce and custody battle. Working as a Paralegal for MFY Legal Services (which provided my first lobbying experience.  That would later get me ready for my work with the Virginia Citizens Defense League) by day and event promoting and shopping demos for 99% Entertainment at night. At that time for me…….life was very different.

My morning commute the SI Mariners Harbor bus to the Staten Island Ferry. The Staten Island Ferry from St. George (Staten Island) to Whitehall Street (Manhattan). Then a brisk walk North, uptown to MFY Legal Services at 299 Broadway.
September 11, 2001 was a very different day. I remember a local motorcycle club in the area had a party the Saturday before. I was listening to Christian radio that morning and there was no break in the feed to advise one of the Twin Towers was on fire. Going down in the elevator of the Mariners Harbor Houses I met one of my people from the motorcycle club and he was in tears. I was like, “Son……why you crying?!”
His response, Core(y), where YOU been?! The World Trade Center is on fire!!!!!”
We got outside to his custom van, he turned on the TV and I got my first glimpse of what was going on in Lower Manhattan.

I got ready and took the bus down to the Ferry Landing. The Ferry ride was different that day. The usual sites were covered in smoke. I could not see Jersey City (to the left)  and I could not see the majestic span of the Verrazzano-Narrows Bridge from Staten Island to Brooklyn (on the right). The Ferry floated along through the smoke. When we reached the Whitehall Street Street Terminal, the Captain made this announcement, “Ladies and gentlemen may I have your attention due to emergency conditions in lower Manhattan, this ferry will not dock, but return to St. George. Manhattan is closed.”

The city that NEVER sleeps is closed?! Wait …….what?! If you ever take the Ferry, when it is time to dock, Commuters jockey for position to disembark the vessel and continue their commute to work. That day as I got in position I heard the screams and cries for help of those Staten Islanders who may have taken an earlier boat who were stuck in bad circumstances. Thinking the next boat to Staten Island was going to take them to safety but, it never came.

My younger Sister Denise walked from East 125th Street in Harlem to Maplewood, New Jersey. The young lady I was dating at the time, her Mom walked from West 125th Street to Coney Island Brooklyn. For you non New Yorkers twenty city blocks equal one mile. One of my friends knew a police officer who placed them in the trunk of a unit and drove their loved one home. Another one of my friends was a cab driver who made several trips between Newark International Airport and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania carrying fares. He made over $7,000.00 that day. He would carry 4 passengers down to Philly, refuel and then return to Newark.

Floating on the return to St. George Staten Island people of all faiths joined hands to pray together. Several Christian’s, some Muslims and one  Hasidic Jew (with the all black attire and the ding dong curls). I will never forget that moment in time. As we all thought the world was coming to an end. Religion did not divide this group. We prayed for our city, souls who may be lost as well as for survivors to make it out.

This was way before my time in Armed Security. Way before my time in the 118th  Richmond Police Academy. But, as all hell was breaking loose on the City I knew as “home” if you told me to join the military……..I would have done so immediately without second guessing.

On the return to St. George Staten Island, I noticed Police and Fire personnel on City Buses getting suited up to head to Lower Manhattan in support. I remember for several days after the attacks, New York as WE knew it was closed.
We all remember where we where on September 11, 2001. The lesson of that day……..for me……..prayer was THE most comforting part of my day. A lesson I learned from my Mother Emma, start and end every single day in prayer. You can only ask God to provide comfort as you continue taking one step at a time to make it through.

September 11, 2001…..what do YOU remember? Where were you? And how do YOU reflect? I would love to know. Feel free to leave your comments.

About Corey Fauconier

Corey “Sage” Fauconier is a native of Cambria Heights, Queens, New York who currently resides in Chesterfield County, Virginia. He is a graduate of Hampton University with a degree in Political Science (1994) and a Paralegal Studies Certificate (1996). Former Libertarian Candidate for Virginia State Senate (2017). First Black Communications Chair of the Libertarian Party (2016), Lobby Day Leader for the Virginia Citizens Defense League, second amendment supporter, volunteer with Generation Hip Hop VA and host of independent podcast Talks Over Drinks in Richmond, Virginia.

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