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Photo of the 9/11 attacks taken by Richard Drew

Not to be confused with The Falling Soldier

The Falling Man

The Falling Man is a photograph by Associated Press photographer Richard Drew of a man killed by World Trade during 9/11 Center rushed attacks in New York City. The man in the picture was trapped in the upper floors of the North Tower and either fell for safety or jumped to escape the fire and smoke. The photo was taken at exactly 9:41:15 am on the day of the attacks.

The photo was heavily criticized after it was published in international media on September 12, 2001, with readers calling the image “disturbing, cold-blooded, creepy and sadistic”.[1][2] Since its creation, the photo has been hailed as a “touching work of art” and a “masterpiece of photojournalism.”[3]

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Of the 2,606 victims killed during the September 11 attacks at the World Trade Center and on the ground in New York City, some estimated that at least 200 people fell or jumped to their deaths, while others estimate the number at around 100.[4][5][6] Officials were unable to recover or dispossess the bodies of those who were evicted from the buildings before the towers collapsed. The New York City Coroner’s Office says it doesn’t identify the people who fell to their deaths on 9/11 as “jumpers.” According to the agency, victims who died from falls “were pushed out or blown away by smoke and flames.”[6]

On the morning of September 11, Richard Drew was on assignment for the Associated Press photographing a maternity fashion show in Bryant Park.[7][8] Alerted to the attacks by his editor, Drew took the subway to the Chambers Street subway station near the World Trade Center site.[7][9] He has stated that he captured the image of the falling man on the corner of West and Vesey Streets from a low angle.[10] He snapped eight photos in a row after realizing that a series of loud cracks weren’t falling concrete, but rather the bodies of people who had jumped and hit the ground.[10] He took between ten and twelve different image sequences of people jumping from the tower before they had to be evacuated because of the collapse of the South Tower.[7]

The photo gives the impression that the man is falling straight down; However, a series of photos taken of his fall show him tumbling through the air.

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I hope we’re not trying to figure out who he is, but rather we’re trying to figure out who we are by looking at this.

Gwendolyn, 9/11: The falling man

The entity of the photo’s subject has never been officially confirmed. The large number of people trapped in the tower has made it difficult to identify the man in the 12 photos.

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After seeing a missing persons poster, reporter Peter Cheney suggested in Canada’s national newspaper The Globe and Mail that the man in the photo might be Norberto Hernandez, a pastry chef at Windows on the World , may have been , a restaurant on the 106th floor of the North Tower. Some members of Hernandez’s family initially agreed with Cheney,[16] but were no longer convinced after examining the entire photo sequence and noting details of his clothing.[7]

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“The Falling Man”, an article based on the photograph by American journalist Tom Junod, was published in the September 2003 issue of Esquire magazine. It was adapted into a documentary of the same name. The article gave the falling man’s possible entity as Jonathan Briley, a 43-year-old audio engineer who worked at Windows on the World. Briley had asthma and would have known he was in danger when smoke began to pour into the restaurant.[7] He was originally named by his brother Timothy.[7] Michael Lomonaco, the restaurant’s chef, also suspected the man to be Briley based on his build and clothing.[17] In one of the photos, the Falling Man’s shirt or white jacket was inflated and puffed out, revealing an orange t-shirt resembling a shirt Briley often wore. Briley’s older sister Gwendolyn also suggested he could be the victim. She told reporters from The Sunday Mirror: “When I first looked at the picture… and I saw it was a man – tall , slim – I said, ‘If I didn’t know better, that could be Jonathan.’”[18] Briley’s remains were recovered the day after 9/11.[citation needed]

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9/11: The Falling Man is a 2006 documentary film about the photograph. It was directed by American filmmaker Henry Singer and directed by Richard Numeroff, a New York-based cinematographer. The film is loosely based on the story by Junod Esquire. It also drew its material from photographer Lyle Owerko’s images of falling people. It debuted on Britain’s Channel 4 television network on March 16, 2006, later had its North American premiere on Canada’s CBC Newsworld on September 6, 2006, and has been broadcast in more than 30 countries. The US premiere was on September 10, 2007 on the Discovery Times Channel.

Don DeLillo’s novel Falling Manis about the September 11 attacks. The “falling man” in the novel is a performance artist who recreates the events of the photograph.[19] DeLillo says he didn’t know the title of the picture when he named his book. The artist straps into a harness and jumps from an elevated structure in a high visibility area (such as a freeway overpass), hanging in the pose of The Falling Man.

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The photo first appeared in newspapers around the world, including on page seven of The New York Times on September 12, 2001. The caption read: ‘A person falls headfirst after falling from the North Tower has jumped the World Trade Center. It was a terrifying sight, repeated in the moments after the planes hit the towers.”[13] It appeared only once in the Times due to criticism and anger against its use. [14] Six years later, it appeared on page 1 of The New York Times Book Reviewon May 27, 2007.[15]

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• 9/11: The Falling Man (March 16, 2006). Channel 4.
• Friend, Dav (2007). “Thursday, September 13th”.Observing the changing world: The stories behind the pictures of September 11th. I. B. Tauris. pp. 106–163. ISBN 978-1-84511-545-6.
• Ingledew, John (2005).Photography. Laurence King Publishers. p. 76. ISBN 1-85669-432-1.
• Tallack, Douglas (2005).New York Sights: Visualization of Old and New New York. mountain publisher. pp. 174–181. ISBN 1-84520-170-1.

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RICHARD DREW/AP

Do you remember this photo? In the United States, efforts have been made to ban it from the 9/11 record. However, the story behind it and the search for the man depicted in it are our closest connection to the horror of that day.

Iin the picture, he leaves this earth like an arrow. Although he did not choose his fate, he seems to have embraced it in his last moments of life. If he didn’t fall, he could very well fly. He seems relaxed and hurtles through the air. He seems comfortable in the grip of unimaginable movements. He doesn’t seem to be hinted at by the divine pull of gravity or what awaits him. His arms are from his se, only slightly stretched out. His left leg is almost casually bent at the knee. His white shirt or jacket or dress billows free from his black pants. His black high tops are still on his feet. In all the other pictures, the people who did what he did – who jumped – seem to be struggling with horrific size differences. They are puny by the backdrop of towers looming like colossi, and then by the event itself. Some of them are shirtless; their shoes fly off when they kick and fall; They look confused as if trying to swim down a mountain. The man in the picture, on the other hand, is perfectly vertical, fitting in with the lines of the buildings behind him. He splits them, bisects them: All to his left in the picture is the north tower; all to the right, south. Although unaware of the geometric balance he has achieved, he is the essential element in the creation of a new flag, a banner made entirely of steel poles that shine in the sun. Some people looking at the picture see stoicism, willpower, a portrait of resignation; others see something else – something dissonant and therefore terrible: freedom. There is something almost unruly about the man’s attitude, as if, once confronted with the inevitability of death, he had decided to move on with it; as if he were a rocket, a spear bent on reaching his own goal. It is in the clutches of pure physics fifteen seconds past 9:41 am EST, the moment the image is captured, and is accelerating at a rate of thirty-two feet per square second. He’ll soon be hitting over 150 mph, and he’s upside down. In the picture he is frozen; In his out-of-frame life, he falls and keeps falling until he disappears.

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The photographer is no stranger to history; he knows it’s something that happens later. The moment history is written it is usually written in terror and confusion, and so it’s up to people like him – pa Witnesses – to have the presence of mind to go about its making. The photographer has this presence of mind and has had it since he was young. When he was twenty-one, he was standing right behind Bobby Kennedy when Bobby Kennedy was shot in the head. His jacket was spattered with Kennedy’s blood, but he jumped onto a table and photographed Kennedy’s open and dwindling eyes, and then Ethel Kennedy bending over her husband and begging photographers – begging him not to take pictures.

*100020 * Richard Drew has never done this. Although he kept the jacket patterned with Kennedy’s blood, he never took a picture, never looked away. He works for the Associated Press. He’s a journalist. It’s not his place to refuse the images that fill his frame, because you never know when history will be made until you make it. It’s not even up to him to distinguish whether a body is alive or dead because the camera doesn’t make such distinctions, and like all photographers he’s in the business of photographing bodies, unless it’s Ansel Adams. In fact, on the morning of September 11, 2001, he was photographing corpses. He shot a maternity fashion show at Bryant Park for the AP, notable, he says, “because it actually featured pregnant models.” He was fifty-four years old. He wore glasses. He was sparse on the scalp, gray on the beard, hard on the head. In his life as a photographer he has found a way to be both meek and gruff, patient and very, very fast.He was doing what he always does at fashion shows — “staking out real estate” — when a CNN cameraman with an earpiece reported that a plane had crashed into the North Tower, and Drew’s editor rang his cell phone. He packed his gear in a bag and set out to take the subway downtown. Although it was still running, he was the only one on it. He got off at Chambers Street station and saw that both towers had been turned into chimneys. He staked out his properties and headed west, where ambulances were congregating because emergency workers “don’t usually throw you out”. Then he heard people gasp. People on the ground gasped as people in the building jumped. He started taking pictures through a 200mm lens. He stood between a police officer and an EMT, and each time one of them shouted, “There’s another one going,” his camera found a falling body and followed it for a sequence of nine or twelve exposures. He shot ten or fifteen of them before hearing the rumble of the South Tower and witnessing its collapse through the piercing exclusivity of his lens. He was engulfed in a mobile ruin, but he grabbed a mask from an ambulance and photographed the top of the North Tower “exploding like a mushroom” and debris rained down. He discovered that there was such a thing as being too close, and confident that he had fulfilled his professional obligations, Richard Drew joined the mob of ashen people heading north and walked until he was his Office at Rockefeller Center reached.

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There is something almost rebellious about the man’s attitude, as if once confronted with the inevitability of death he had decided to move on.

There was no terror or confusion at the Associated Press. Instead, there was a sense that history was being fabricated; Although the office was as crowded as ever, there was “that wonderful calm that comes into play when people are really doing their jobs”. So Drew pulled his: he inserted the disc from his digital camera into his laptop and immediately recognized what only his camera had seen – something iconic in the sprawling annihilation of a falling man. He didn’t look at any of the other images in the sequence; He does not have to. “You learn to look for the frame in photo editing,” he says. “You have to realize it. This image just jumped off the screen because of its verticality and symmetry. It just had this look.”

He sent the picture to the AP’s server. The next morning it appeared on page seven of the New York Times. It appeared in hundreds of newspapers, across the country, around the world. The man in the picture – the falling man – was not named.

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They started jumping just after the first plane hit the North Tower, just after the fire broke out. They kept jumping until the tower fell. They jumped through already broken windows and later through windows they broke themselves. They jumped to escape the smoke and fire; they jumped as the ceilings collapsed and the floors collapsed; They only jumped to breathe one last time before dying. They jumped continuously, from all four floors of the building, and from all floors over and around the building’s mortal wound. They jumped out of the offices of Marsh & McLennan, the insurance company; from the offices of Cantor Fitzgerald, the bond trading company; from Windows on the World, the restaurant on the 106th and 107th floors – at the top. For more than an hour and a half, they poured out of the building, one after the other, one at a time rather than en masse, as if each one needed the sight of another individual jumping before plucking up the courage to jump themselves. A photo taken from afar shows people skydiving in perfect order, forming an arc composed of three falling people evenly spaced. In fact, there were reports of some attempting parachuting before the force generated by their fall ripped the curtains, the tablecloths, the desperately gathered fabric from their hands. They were obviously all very much alive on their way down, and their way down took about ten seconds. They were obviously all not just killed when they landed, but destroyed, physically if not, as one prays, spiritually.One hit a firefighter on the ground, killing him; The firefighter’s body was anointed by Father Mychal Judge, whose own death shortly afterwards was hailed as an example of martyrdom after the photo – the redeeming tableau – of firefighters carrying his body out of the rubble went around the world.*100037 *

They started jumping just after the first plane hit the North Tower, just after the fire broke out. They kept jumping until the tower fell.

From the beginning, the spectacle of doomed people jumping from the upper floors of the World Trade Center defied redemption. They were nicknamed “Springer” or “the Leapers” as if representing a new lemming-like. The trial endured by hundreds in the building and then in the air became a trial of its own for the thousands who watched from the ground.None ever got used to it; nobody who saw it wanted to see it again, although of course many saw it again. Each jumper, no matter how many, brought new terror, inflicted shock, tested the mind, dealt a lasting blow. Those who staggered through the air remained eerily still, to all appearances; screaming on the ground. It was the sight of the jumpers that prompted Rudy Giuliani to say to his police chief, “We are now in uncharted waters.” It was the sight of the jumpers that caused one woman to wail, “God! Save their souls! They jump! Oh please God! Save their souls!” And finally, the sight of the jumpers proved corrective to those who insisted on saying what they witnessed was “like a movie,” for this was an ending as unimaginable as it was unbearable: Americans responded to the worst acts of terror in the history of the world, with acts of heroism, with acts of sacrifice, with acts of generosity, with acts of martyrdom, and, of dire necessity, with a protracted act of—if these words can be applied to mass murder—mass juice.*100043 *

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In most American newspapersthe photo Richard Drew took of the Falling Man appeared once and never again. Newspapers across the country, from the Fort Worth Star-Telegram to the Memphis Commercial Appeal to the Denver Post, have been forced to defend themselves against accusations that they exploited a man’s death, robbed him of his dignity, invaded his privacy and invaded had turned a tragedy into salacious pornography. Most letters of complaint stated the obvious: whoever sees the picture must know who it is. Yet even as Drew’s photo became iconic and illegitimate at the same time, his subject remained unnamed. An editor at the Toronto Globe and Mail hired a reporter named Peter Cheney to solve the mystery. Cheney initially despaired of his task; after all, the whole city was papered with Kinkoed flyers depicting the faces of the missing, the lost, and the dead. He then applied himself and sent the digital photo to a shop who clarified and improved it. Now information began to emerge: it seemed to him that the man, most likely, was not black, but dark-skinned, probably Latino. He wore a goatee. And the white shirt that puffed out of his black pants wasn’t a shirt but appeared to be more of a tunic of sorts, the kind of jacket a restaurant worker wears. Windows on the World, the restaurant at the top of the North Tower, lost seventy-nine of its employees and ninety-one of its customers on September 11th. The Falling Man was probably one of them. But which one was he? Over dinner, Cheney spent an evening discussing this issue with friends, then said goodbye and walked across Times Square. It was after midnight, eight days after the attacks. The missing posters were still everywhere, but Cheney was able to focus on one that seemed to present itself – a poster depicting a man who worked at Windows as a pastry chef, dressed in a white tunic and sporting a goatee , who was latino? His name was Norberto Hernandez. He lived in Queens. Cheney brought the improved printing of Richard Drew’s photo to the family, particularly Norberto Hernandez’s brother Tino and sister Milagros. You say yes, that was Norberto.Milagros had watched footage of the people jumping that awful morning before the TV stations stopped showing them. She had seen one of the jumpers, notable for the grace of his fall – his resemblance to an Olympic jumper – and suspected he must be her brother. Now she saw it and she knew it. Now Peter Cheney only had to confirm the identification with Norberto’s wife and his three daughters. They didn’t want to speak to him, especially after Norberto’s remains were found and identified by the stamp of his DNA – a torso, an arm. So he went to the funeral. He brought his print of Drew’s photo and showed it to Jacqueline Hernandez, the eldest of Norberto’s three daughters. She looked at the picture briefly, then at Cheney and ordered him to leave.

What Cheney remembers, she said in her anger, in her hurt grief: “That piece of shit is not my father.”* 100053*

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The resistance against the picture– against the pictures – started early, started immediately, started on the spot. A mother whispering a comforting lie to her distressed child: “Maybe it’s just birds, honey.” Deputy Fire Chief Bill Feehan chased a passerby who was waving the jumpers with his video camera, telling him to turn them off and yelling, “Don’t you have human decency?” before dying himself as the building collapsed On the most photographed and videotaped day in the history of the world, images of people jumping were the only images that became popularly held taboo – the only images Americans were proud to take their eyes off. All over the world, people watched the human stream emerge from the top of the North Tower, but here in the United States we only saw these images until broadcasters decided not to allow such a harrowing sight out of respect for the families of those who die so publicly . At CNN, the footage was shown live before the people working on the desk knew what was going on; then, after what Walter Isaacson, then-chair of the station’s news bureau, calls “agonizing discussions” with the “standard guy,” it was only shown when the people in it were blurry and unidentifiable; then it didn’t show up at all.

And so it went. In 9/11, the documentary, extracted from a videotape shot by French brothers Jules and Gedeon Naudet, the filmmakers recorded an acoustic sampling of the booming, rattling explosions the jumpers made upon impact, but cut the most unsettling part of the noises: the sheer frequency with which they occurred. Archival footage of the jumpers was first inserted and then edited out in Rudy, the docudrama starring James Woods as Mayor Giuliani. In Here Is New York, an extensive exhibition of 9/11 images selected from the work of amateur and professional photographers, in the section titled “Victims” there was only one image of the jumpers, taken from a respectful distance ; Attached to this, a visitor to the Here Is New York website comments: “This picture made me glad I [sic] censored in the endless media coverage.” More and more, the jumpers – and their pictures – have been relegated to the underbelly of the internet, where they have become the source of shock sites, which also include the autopsy photos of Nicole Brown Simpson and the videotape of Daniel Pearl’s execution, and where it is impossible to get them without accompanying ones feeling shame and guilt. In a nation of voyeurs, the desire to confront the most disturbing aspects of our most disturbing day has somehow been attributed to voyeurism, as if rather than being the focus of horror, the jumpers’ experience touches on it, a seshow best forgotten .

It wasn’t a seshow. The two most reliable estimates of the number of people who jumped to their deaths were made by the New York Times and USA Today. They differed dramatically. The Times, admittedly conservative, decided to count only what its reporters actually saw in the footage they collected, coming up with a count of fifty.USA Today, whose editors used eyewitness accounts and forensic evidence in addition to what they found on video, concluded that at least two hundred people died from jumps — a number the newspaper and authorities would not dispute. Both are unbearable estimates of human casualties, but if USA Today’s proven figure is correct, then between 7 and 8 percent of those who died on September 11, 2001 in New York City died by jumping from buildings; This means that if we just look at the North Tower, where the vast majority of jumpers come from, the ratio is closer to one to six.

From the start, the spectacle of doomed people jumping from the upper floors of the World Trade Center defied redemption.

And yet, when you call the New York Medical Examiner’s Office to get your own estimate of how many people may have jumped, what you get is not an answer but a warning: “We don’t like to say they jumped. And if you google the words “how many jumped on 9/11” you fall into some blogger’s trap, bludgeoned “Go Away, No Jumpers Here” , where the bait is your own need to know: “I have at least three entries in my referrer logs that show someone searching Google for ‘how many people jumped from the WTC’. My 9/11 post mentioned this horrific event [sic] so now any pervert looking for it will get my website URL. i am disgusted I’ve tried but can’t find any reason why anyone would want to know something like this… . However. If that’s why you’re here – you’re broke.

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Eric Fischl doesn’t leave. Nor did he turn away or avert his eyes. A year before 9/11, he had snapped photos of a model stumbling around on a studio floor. He had considered using the photographs as a basis for a sculpture. However, he had now lost a friend who was trapped on the 106th floor of the North Tower. Now working on his sculpture, he attempted to express the extremes of his feelings, using what he calls the “extreme of choice”. memorial set in front of the people who had jumped. He worked for nine months on the larger-than-life bronze he dubbed Tumbling Woman, and when he transformed a woman tumbling on the ground into a woman tumbling through eternity, he managed to capture the very local terror of jumpers into something Transforming the universal – redeeming it into an image that many considered irredeemable. In fact, Tumbling Woman was perhaps the redeeming image of 9/11 – and yet it wasn’t just resisted; it was rejected. The day after Tumbling Woman’s exhibition at New York’s Rockefeller Center, Andrea Peyser of the New York Post denounced it in a column entitled “Shameful Art Attack,” in which she argued that Fischl had no right to treat grieving New Yorkers with the Distillation overwhelmed by her own sadness…in which she was essentially arguing the right to look the other way. Because it was based on a model that rolled on the ground, the statue was treated as an evocation of impact – a depiction of literal rather than figurative violence.

“I was trying to say something about the way we everyone feels,” Fischl says, “but people thought I was trying to express something about their feelings — that I was trying to take away something that only they possess. They thought I was trying to say something about the people they lost. ‘This picture is not my father. You don’t even know my father. How dare you tell me how I feel about my father?’” Fischl finally apologized – “I am ashamed to have added anyone’s pain” – but it didn’t matter.

Jerry Speyer, a trustee of the Museum of Modern Art that operates Rockefeller Center, ended Tumbling Woman’s exhibition after a week. “I begged him not to do it,” says Fischl. “I figured if we could wait and see, other voices would come forward and rule the day. He said, ‘You don’t understand. I get bomb threats.’ I say, ‘People who have just lost loved ones to terrorism are not going to bomb anyone.’ He said, ‘I can’t take the risk.'”

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Photos are lying. Also great photos. Especially great photos. The falling man in Richard Drew’s picture fell as the photograph suggests for only a split second, and then continued to fall. The photograph functioned as a study in doomed verticality, a fantasy of straight lines with a human being splintered like a spike in the middle. In truth, however, the Falling Man fell neither with the precision of an arrow nor with the grace of an Olympic jumper. He fell like everyone else, like all other jumpers – trying to hold on to the life he was leaving, that is, he fell desperately and inelegantly. In Drew’s famous photo, his humanity is in harmony with the lines of the buildings. In the rest of the sequence – the eleven outtakes – his humanity stands out. It is not enhanced by aesthetics; he’s only human, and his humanity, terrified and partly horizontal, obliterates everything else in the frame.

Throughout the photo sequence, truth yields to facts that slowly, relentlessly frame frame after frame of emergence. In the sequence, the falling man shows his face in the two frames before the one released, and after that there’s a revelation, almost a peeling off, as the force generated by the fall rips the white jacket off his back. The facts emerging throughout the sequence suggest that Toronto reporter Peter Cheney got some things right in his efforts to solve the mystery represented by Drew’s published photograph. The falling man has a dark tinge to his skin and wears a goatee. He’s probably a foodservice clerk. He appears lanky, with the length and narrowness of his face – like that of a medieval Christ – possibly accentuated by the pressure of the wind and the pull of gravity. But 79 people died on the morning of September 11 after going to work at Windows on the World. Another twenty-one died while employed by Forte Food, a catering service that provided food for Cantor Fitzgerald’s merchants. Many of the dead were Latino or fair-skinned black, Indian, or Arab. Many had short dark hair. Many had mustaches and goatees. Indeed, for anyone trying to figure out the nature of the falling man, the few salient features discernible in the original series of photographs open up as many possibilities as they exclude. However, one fact is crucial. Whoever the Falling Man is, he wore a bright orange shirt underneath his white top. It’s the single undeniable fact that reveals the brute force of the fall. No one can know if his open-backed tunic or shirt will be ripped off, or if the fall will simply rip the white fabric to pieces. But everyone can see that he is wearing an orange shirt. If they saw these pictures, members of his family could see that he is wearing an orange shirt. You might even remember if he owned an orange shirt, if he was the type who would own an orange shirt, if he wore an orange shirt to work that morning. Surely they would; surely someone would remember what he was wearing walking to work on the last morning of his life…

But now the Falling Man falls through more than the blank blue sky. He falls through the vast spaces of memory and picks up speed.

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Neil Levin, Executive Director of the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey, had breakfast at Windows on the World on the 106th floor of the North Tower of World Trade Center 11 on September morning. He never came home. His wife, Christy Ferer, will not discuss the details of his death. She works for New York City Mayor Mike Bloomberg as the liaison between the mayor’s office and the 9/11 families, and has poured the energy that sparked her grief into her work, which, ahead of the first anniversary of the attack, called her to to visit television executives and ask them not to use the most disturbing footage – including footage of the jumpers – in their memorial programs.She is close friends with Eric Fischl, as is her husband, and when the artist asked, she agreed to watch Tumbling Woman. It “hit me in the stomach,” she said, but Fischl gave her the right to create it and exhibit it. Now she’s concluded that the controversy may have been mostly a matter of timing. Maybe it was just too early to show something like that. Finally, shortly before her husband’s death, she traveled with him to Auschwitz, where confiscated glasses and extracted dental fillings are on display. “You can show that now,” she says. “But that was a long time ago. At that time they could not show such things….”

In fact, at least in photographic form, they treated the images that came out of the death camps as essential testimony, with little regard for the sensibilities of those living in Europe appeared to them, or the surviving families of the dead. They were shown as Richard Drew’s photographs of the newly assassinated Robert Kennedy were shown. They were shown showing the photos of Ethel Kennedy, who asked the photographers not to take any photos. They were featured as a photo of the little Vietnamese girl walking around naked after a napalm attack. They were shown, as was the photograph of Father Mychal Judge, vividly and unmistakably dead, shown and accepted as a will of sorts. They were shown as everything is shown, because like the lens of a camera, history is a force that does not discriminate. What makes the images of the jumpers different from the previous images is that we – we Americans – are being asked to discriminate on their behalf. What makes them different historically is that, as patriotic Americans, we have agreed not to look at them. Dozens, dozens, maybe hundreds of people have died by jumping from a burning building, and we have somehow taken it upon ourselves to consider their deaths unworthy of witnessing — because we somehow unworthy of the act of testifying in that regard considered .

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Catherine Hernandez never saw the photo the reporter was carrying under his arm at her father’s funeral. Neither her mother Eulogia. Her sister Jacqueline d and her outrage ensured the reporter left – was forcibly evicted – before he did any more damage. But the image haunted Catherine and Eulogia and the entire Hernandez family. Nothing was more important to Norberto Hernandez than family. His motto: “Forever together”. But the Hernandezes are no longer together. The picture split her. Those who knew immediately the picture wasn’t Norberto — his wife and daughters — have alienated themselves from those who have pondered the possibility it was him for a reporter’s notepad. When Norberto was alive, the extended family all lived in the same neighborhood in Queens. Now Eulogia and her daughters have moved into a house on Long Island because Tatiana — who’s now sixteen and bears a resemblance to Norberto Hernandez: the white face, the dark brows, the thick dark lips, the thin smile — keeps having visions her father had in the house and kept hearing the whispered hints that he died by jumping out of a window.

He couldn’t have died from a window jump.

Anywhere in the world do people who have read Peter Cheney’s story believe that Norberto died from a cracked window. People wrote poems about Norberto jumping out of a window. People have called the Hernandezes with offers of money – either handouts or payment for interviews – because they read that Norberto jumped out of a window. But he couldn’t have jumped out of the window, his family knows that, because he wouldn’t have jumped out of the window: not Daddy. “He was trying to come home,” Catherine says one morning in a living room decorated mostly with framed photographs of her father. “He was trying to get to our house and he knew he couldn’t make it by jumping out of a window.” She is a lovely, dark-skinned, brown-eyed girl, twenty-two years old, dressed in a T shirt, jogging pants and sandals. She is seated on a couch next to her mother, who is caramel in color, with copper-colored hair tied tightly to her head and wearing a cotton dress plaid with the color of the sky.Eulogia speaks in resolute English half the time, and then, when frustrated by the speed of the revelations, she pours scathing Spanish into her daughter’s ear, who is translating. “My mother says she knows he was thinking of us when he died. She says she saw him thinking of us. I know that sounds strange, but she knew him. They’ve been together since they were fifteen.” The Norberto Hernandez Eulogia knew wouldn’t let smoke or fire stop him from coming to her house. The Norberto Hernandez she knew should have endured every pain before jumping out of a window. When the Norberto Hernandez she knew died, his eyes were fixed on what he saw in his heart – the faces of his wife and daughters – and not on the terrible beauty of an empty sky.

How well you know him? “I put it on,” says Eulogia in English, a smile appearing on her face and at the same time a glistening film of tears. “Every morning. That morning I remember. He was wearing Old Navy underwear. Green. He wore black socks. He wore blue trousers: jeans. He was wearing a Casio watch. He was wearing an Old Navy shirt. Blue. What did he wear after she drove him to the tube station as usual and saw him wave at her as he disappeared down the stairs? “He changed at the restaurant,” says Catherine, who worked with her father at Windows on the World. “He was a pastry chef, so he wore white trousers or chef’s trousers – you know, black and white plaid. He was wearing a white jacket. He had to wear a white shirt underneath.” How about an orange shirt? “No,” Eulogia says. “My husband didn’t have an orange shirt.”

But now the Falling Man falls through more than the empty blue sky. He falls through the vastness of memory and picks up speed.

There are pictures. There are images of the falling man as he fell. Do you want to see her? Catherine says no on behalf of her mother—”My mother wasn’t supposed to see”—but then, as she steps outside and sits on the front porch steps, she says, “Please—show me.” Hurry up. Before my mother comes.” As she watches the twelve-frame sequence, she lets out a gasped, muffled call for her mother, but Eulogia is already over her shoulder, reaching for the frames. She looks at them one by one, and then her face hardens into an expression of triumph and contempt.” That’s not my husband,” she says, handing back the photos. “See? Only I know Norberto.” She reaches for the photos again and then, after studying them, shakes her head with vehement determination. “The man in this picture is black.” She asks for copies of the pictures so that she can use them “They said my dad was going to hell for jumping,” she says. “On the internet . They say my father was taken to hell with the devil. I don’t know what I would have done if it had been him. I would have had a nervous breakdown I guess. They would have found me in a lunatic asylum somewhere….”

Her mother is standing in front of the front door, about to go back into her house. Her face has already lost its warlike character and has turned back into a mask of serene, almost longing sadness. “Please,” she says as she closes the door in a patch of morning sun. “Please delete my husband’s name.”

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A phone rings in Connecticut. A woman answers. A man on the other end is looking for a photo that appeared in the September 12, 2001 New York Times. “Tell me what the photo looks like,” she says. It’s a famous picture, the man says — the famous picture of a man falling. “Is that the one called ‘Swan Dive’ on Rotten.com?” asks the woman. Maybe, says the man. “Yes, that could have been my son,” says the woman.

She lost her two sons on September 11th. They worked together at Cantor Fitzgerald. They worked in the equities department. They worked back to back. No, says the man on the phone, the man in the photo is probably an employee in the restaurant business. He wears a white jacket. He’s upside down. “Then that’s not my son,” she says.”My son wore a dark shirt and khaki pants.”

She knows what he was wearing because she was determined to know what happened to her sons that day—because she was determined to look and see. She wasn’t going to start with that determination. She stopped reading newspapers after 9/11, stopped watching TV. Then, on New Year’s Eve, she picked up a copy of the New York Times and, in a year in review, saw a picture of Cantor Fitzgerald’s associates huddled at the edge of the cliff formed by a dying building. In the attitude – the attitude – of one of them, she thought she recognized her son’s habits. So she called the photographer and asked him to enlarge and clarify the picture. Demanded that he do it. And then she knew, or knew as much as she could know. In the photo were her two sons. One stood almost impudently at the window. The other was inside. She doesn’t have to say what might have happened next.

Photos lie. Even great photos. Especially great photos.

“What I’m holding on to is that my two sons were together,” she says, her instant tears raising her voice an octave. “But sometimes I wonder how long they’ve known. They’re confused, they’re unsure, they’re scared – but when will they know? When did the moment come when you lost hope? Maybe it came so quickly…”* 100145*

The man on the phone doesn’t ask if she thinks her sons jumped. He doesn’t have it, and anyway she gave him an answer.

The Hernandezes viewed the decision to jump as a betrayal of love – something Norberto was accused of. The Connecticut woman views the decision to jump as a loss of hope—an absence that we, the living, must now live with. She chooses to live with it by looking, seeing, trying to know – by filing a private witness file. She could have chosen to keep her eyes closed. And so the man on the phone now asks the question he called in the first place: Is she making the right choice?

“I made the only choice I could have made,” the woman replies. “I could never have chosen not to know.”

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Catherine Hernandez thought she would know who the Falling Man was as soon as she saw the series of photos, but she didn’t want to say his name. “He had a sister who was with him that morning,” she says, “and he told his mother that he would take care of her. He would never have left her by a jump.” However, she would say the man was Indian, so it was easy to work out that his name was Sean Singh. But Sean was too small to be the Falling Man. He was clean-shaven. He worked at Windows on the World in the audiovisual department, so he probably would have worn a shirt and tie instead of a white chef’s coat. None of the former Windows employees interviewed believe that the Falling Man looks like Sean Singh.

Beses, he had a sister. He would never have left her alone.

A Windows manager once looked at the pictures and found that the Falling Man was Wilder Gomez. Then, a few days later, he studied them closely and changed his mind. fake hair Wrong clothes. Wrong body type. It was the same with Charlie Mauro. It was the same with Junior Jimenez. Junior worked in the kitchen and would have worn plaid pants. Charlie worked in purchasing and had no reason to wear a white jacket. Beses, Charlie was a very tall man. The falling man appears quite powerful in the published photo by Richard Drew, but almost lengthened in the rest of the sequence. The banquet attendants may have dressed in white and black, but no one recalled a banquet attendant who looked anything like the falling man.

Forte Food was the other food service company to lose people on September 11, 2001. But all the male employees worked in the kitchen, so wore either plaid or white trousers. And nobody should have worn an orange shirt under the white waiter’s smock.

But someone who used to work for Forte remembers a guy who stopped by and got groceries for Cantor executives. Black guy.Tall, with a mustache and goatee. Wore a chef’s coat, open, with a conspicuous shirt underneath.

Nobody at Cantor remembers anyone like that.

Of course, the only way to find out the falling man’s entity is to find him Find Call the families of someone who might be the falling man and ask what they know about their son or husband or father’s last day on earth. Ask if he went to work in an orange shirt.

But should these calls be made? Should these questions be asked? Would they only heap pain on those already tormented? Would they be considered an insult to the memory of the dead the way the Hernandez family viewed the suggestion that Norberto Hernandez was the Falling Man? Or would they be viewed as steps toward a saving testimony?

“I made the only choice I could have made. I could never have chosen not to know.”

Jonathan Briley worked at Windows on the World. Some of his staff, upon seeing the photos of Richard Drew, 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 his hair was cropped short. He had a wife named Hillary.

Jonathan Briley’s father is a minister, a man who has devoted his life to the service of the Lord. After 9/11, he gathered his family to ask God to tell him where his son was. No: he asked for it. He used these words, “Lord, I want to know where my son is.” For three hours he prayed in his deep voice until he used up the grace he had accumulated over his life in the persistence of his appeal.

The FBI called the next day. They had found his son’s body. It was miraculously intact.

The preacher’s youngest son, Timothy, went to notify his brother. He recognized him by his shoes: he wore black high-tops. Timothy removed one of these and took it home and placed it in his garage as a memorial of some sort.

Timothy knew all about the falling man. He’s a police officer in Mount Vernon, New York, and the week after his brother’s death, someone left a September 12 newspaper open in the locker room. He saw the photo of the falling man and angrily 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 also knew about the Falling Man. She saw the picture on the day of publication. She knew Jonathan had asthma and would do anything to breathe in the smoke and heat….

Both Timothy and Gwendolyn knew what Jonathan wore to work most days. He wore a white shirt and black pants and black high-top shoes. Timothy also knew what Jonathan sometimes wore under his shirt: an orange t-shirt. Jonathan wore this orange t-shirt everywhere. He wore that shirt the whole time. He wore it so much that Timothy made fun of him: When are you going to get rid of that orange shirt, Slim?

But when Timothy deciphered his brother’s body, none of his clothes were recognizable except for the black ones Shoes. And when Jonathan went to work on the morning of September 11, 2001, he left early and kissed his wife goodbye while she was still asleep. She never saw the clothes he wore. After learning he was dead, she packed up his clothes and never took inventory of what specific items of clothing might be missing.

Is Jonathan Briley the falling man? He maybe is. But maybe he didn’t jump out of the window out of a love betrayal or because he lost hope. Perhaps he jumped to fulfill the conditions of a miracle. Maybe he jumped to get home to his family. Maybe he wouldn’t jump at all because nobody can jump into the arms of God.

Oh no. You have to fall.

Yes, Jonathan Briley could be the Falling Man. But the only certainty we have is the certainty we had when we started: On September 11th,On September 15, 2001, at fifteen seconds past 9:41 a.m., a photographer named Richard Drew took a picture of a man falling through the sky – through time as fell as well as through space. The image went around the world and then disappeared as if we wanted it gone. One of the most famous photographs in human history became an anonymous grave, and the man buried in its frame – the falling man – became the unknown soldier in a war whose end we have yet to see. Richard Drew’s photo is all that we know about him, and yet everything we know about him becomes a measure of what we know about ourselves. The image is his cenotaph, and like the monuments dedicated to the memory of unknown soldiers everywhere, it begs us to look at it and make a simple acknowledgment.

That all along we’ve known who the falling man is .

Additional reporting by Andrew Chaikivsky.

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Lily, 17, and Evie, 15, who live in Atlanta, honed their cooking skills at Food Network’s Chopped Junior (Lily) and Fox’s Masterchef Junior (Evie) and decided to put their expertise to good use by participating in a Baking 9 /11: The Falling Man Another possibility is that the man was Jonathan Briley, who also worked for Windows on the World, Jonathan Briley, the man in the photo, was Alex Briley’s brother. They were shown as Richard Drew’s photos of the newly assassinated Robert Kennedy were shown. The Norberto Hernandez Eulogia knew would not have let smoke or fire stop him from coming to her house. No one will ever be sure who The Falling Man is, but Jonathan Briley’s relatives believe he is. Found inse – The man in the picture may have been Jonathan Briley, the preacher’s son. The family’s strong Baptist worldview seems to have inspired them to take the falling man into a different light. As his sister Gwendolyn mused,… It was likely that the Falling Man was one of them. It’s not even up to him to distinguish whether a body is alive or dead because the camera doesn’t make such distinctions, and like all photographers he’s in the business of photographing bodies, unless it’s Ansel Adams. He was over six five. Timothy also knew what Jonathan sometimes wore under his shirt: an orange t-shirt. Then, on New Year’s Eve, she picked up a copy of the New York Times and, in a year in review, saw a picture of Cantor Fitzgerald’s associates huddled at the edge of the cliff formed by a dying building. Jonathan Briley could be the Falling Man after finding scraps of Evence. The man in the picture is also wearing an orange shirt under his tunic, and Hernandez’s wife has denied he ever wore orange. But the image haunted Catherine and Eulogia and the entire Hernandez family. He had a mustache and a goat and short hair. Found inseJunod speculates that the falling man was a Windows on the World employee, Jonathan Briley, whose restaurant worker appearance and clothing matches that of the falling character, and whose body was miraculously found unharmed. Because the body was never recovered, there was never any formal identification. The image is his cenotaph, and like the monuments everywhere dedicated to the memory of unknown soldiers, it begs us to look at it and make a simple acknowledgment. The falling man. They’ve been together since they were fifteen.” Another undetected 9/11 jumper falling off the World Trade Center as it bursts into flames. Cybersecurity Experts Explain: This Tiny Tool Is My Secret For Less Noticeable Forehead Lines — And It’s 70 Percent Less Cheaper He wore it so often that Timothy quipped, “When are you going to get that orange t-shirt off, Slim?” He believed simply that some kind of explosion had taken place, but the only certainty we have is the certainty we had in the beginning: On September 11, 2001, fifteen seconds after 9:41 a.m., a photographer named Richard Drew took a picture of one Man who fell through the sky — both through time and space Canadian publication The Globe and Mail once claimed the man was Norberto Hernandez, a pastry chef at Windows on the World, a coffee shop at 106 — seem against hor to fight rific differences of scale. One person who regularly wore an orange singlet was Jonathan Briley. “Let him represent everyone who had that fate that day.”.Briley’s manager at Windows on the World, as well as his family, agreed that the man’s clothing in the photograph resembled Briley’s usual attire. Save 30 percent, only today. Nếu đúng la. She and her family switched places with the Hernandezes; The same Esquire article that “exonerated” Norberto Hernandez as “Falling Man” made the… In truth, however, the Falling Man fell with neither the precision of an arrow nor the grace of an Olympic jumper. As a last resort, many people chose to jump to their deaths (The New Your Medical Examiner’s Office lists them as having “fell” rather than “jumped” to their deaths). This book tells the stories of everyone involved: victims of the resulting fireball on the ground, rescuers and medical personnel. 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And if you google the words “how many jumped on 9/11” you fall into some blogger’s trap, bludgeoned “Go Away, No Jumpers Here” where the bait is your need to know, “I’ve got at least three Entries in my referrer logs showing someone searching Google for “how many people jumped from the WTC.” As Cheney recalls, in her anger, in her hurt grief, she said, “That piece of shit isn’t my father .” Twenty-one more died while employed by Forte Food, a catering service that fed Cantor Fitzgerald’s merchants… She knew Jonathan had asthma and in the smoke and heat would have done anything just to breathe… So Drew pulled his: He inserted the disc from his digital camera into his laptop and immediately recognized what only his camera had seen – something iconic in the sweeping annihilation of a falling man.Commemorating 20 years of the tragic n the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks, photojournalist Richard Drew looks back on the split second he saw “The Falling Man,” a . Cheney brought the improved printing of Richard Drew’s photo to the family, particularly Norberto Hernandez’s brother Tino and sister Milagros. How well did she know him? Wore an open chef’s coat with a bright shirt underneath. Eulogia speaks half of the t I speak in resolute English, and then, frustrated by the speed of the revelations, she pours hot Spanish into the ear of her daughter, who is translating. Context: Jonathan Eric Briley worked as an audiovisual technician at Windows on the World, a restaurant on the 106th and 107th floors of the North Tower.Known as “The Falling Man,” the photo appeared only once in newspapers around the world, but it left a lasting impression on all who saw it. “You can show that now,” she says. She is close friends with Eric Fischl, as is her husband, and when the artist asked, she agreed to watch Tumbling Woman. He’s probably a foodservice clerk. I forgot to mention…I wrote that song at the time and introduced it to Ray Charles…I don’t know if he recorded it…would be nice if he knew and it shows up somewhere! His brother Alex was an original member of the 1970s disco group Village People. They say that my father was taken to hell with the devil. The photograph functioned as a study in doomed verticality, a fantasy of straight lines with a human being splintered like a spike in the middle. But while Jonathan Briley’s attire and general description appear to match what we can see in the Falling Man photo, we can’t be sure. Cheney followed this lead and it led him to Briley’s family. Whoever the Falling Man is, he wore a bright orange shirt underneath his white top. He had a mustache and a goatee and his hair was cropped short. Windows on the World, the restaurant at the top of the North Tower, lost seventy-nine of its employees and ninety-one of its customers on September 11th. He would never have left her alone. Like many others, Drew was unaware of the severity of the attacks. He saw the photo of the falling man and angrily refused to look at it again. Jonathan Briley.Found inse – page 76 The man in the picture may have been Jonathan Briley, the preacher’s son. The family’s strongly religious worldview may have inspired them to see the falling man in a different light. As his sister Gwendolyn mused, public suspicion focused on the Falling Man, the victim that became one of the most iconic images of the day. She saw the picture on the day of publication. The story behind the most powerful image of 9/11: the falling man. “We ended up with 240 filled backpacks,” says Lily. Maybe, says the man. “Do you see? A phone rings in Connecticut. When I was doing media ethics in college, we had an entire department dedicated to trauma and reporting, and we had to look at the documentary Falling Man and . look at. The Falling Man is a documentary about the people who were forced to jump from the towers. One photo showed the man’s shirt inflated, revealing a bright orange. However, the story behind it and the quest to find the man depicted in it are our most intimate connection to the horror of that day… Great photographs, too. They worked at the securities counter. Oh please God! Found inse – The Falling Man, the artist can do no better than present a pictorial representation of the author himself floating in free fall… DeLillo’s novel was inspired by a photograph of a real person – most would agree that he is Jonathan Briley,… Found in – Page 163Mao II, Underworld, Falling Man Stacey Olster… The man upside down, the towers behind him… but Junod’s investigations led him to believe it was Jonathan Briley, who was an employee was at the Windows on the World restaurant,.. It also reflects the fate of the approximately 9/11 jumpers who chose to jump that day rather than be trapped in the towers. Please read the full description before watching the video. Junior worked in the kitchen and would have worn plaid pants. Oh! The next morning it appeared on page seven of the New York Times. Found inse – I mean The Falling Man could have said conclusively in a real world that Jonathan Briley was the falling man. But it can’t quite say that, and I don’t know if that’s frustrating for viewers. When I was doing The Blood of the ..Richard DrewAssociated Press The Falling Man the 911…it was the sight of the jumpers that made one woman wail, “God! A picture taken by Associated Press photographer Richard Drew became known as “The Falling Man.” Family and associates have since referred to him as Jonathan Briley is haunting. She stopped after 9/11.September stopped reading newspapers stopped watching TV Found inse – page 115 While his investigation refutes Cheney’s equivalent of the falling man as Norberto Hernandez, the unknown soldier trope does not undermine the interpretation of Jonathan Briley as the falling man, but makes that identification… Both are unbearable estimates of human loss, but if USA Today’s proven figure is correct, then between 7 and 8 percent of those who died on September 11, 2001 in New York City died by jumping from buildings; that means if we just look at North Tower, where the vast majority of jumpers came from, the ratio is closer to 1 to 6. The Falling Man caused a sensation and was quickly removed from newspaper and television reports for fear of excitement g relatives. If that’s why you’re here – you’re broken. For one thing, people around him weren’t sure what he was wearing to work that day. He wore a goatee. No one will ever know who The Falling Man is, but those close to Jonathan Briley believe he is. The story was written by Tom Junod and appeared in the September 2003 issue of Esquire magazine. It is about the World Trade Center during the September 11, 2001 attacks in New York City. The man in the Jonathan Briley photo is known as the falling man. He packed his gear in a bag and risked taking the subway downtown. They were obviously all very much alive on their way down, and their way down took about ten seconds. Richard DrewAssociated Press The Falling Man, the 911 jumper, perhaps a man named Jonathan Briley whose photo is haunting to this day. “Not only did it save my feet, it saved my relationship”: Amazon reviewers love this foot deodorant — and it’s on sale today only. “Near Warp Speeds”: This Car Charger Can Juice Your Phone In Minutes — And It’s Just $10 On Amazon “My Feet Never Hurt!” “Then that’s not my son,” she says. 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