Why Do We Keep Reliving These Horrifying Minutes?

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Sept. 11 2012 8:45 AM

Why Do We Return to Live Footage of 9/11?

Why do we keep returning to these horrifying minutes?

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Tonight, the History Channel will mark the eleventh anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Center by re-airing 102 Minutes That Changed America, a present-tense documentary—no narration, no talking heads, no rear-view analysis—assembling footage from more than 100 New York eyewitnesses with cameras (most of them amateurs) in real time. “9/11 as it happened” programming has been fairly common in the years since 2001. MSNBC marked the occasion Sunday, as they have every year, by  re-airing the NBC news coverage from that morning, while Fox News repurposed their coverage of the day (along with other archival sources and interviews) in the 2011 documentary “9/11: Timeline to Terror,” which ran Sunday evening.

These programs and others are a part of our continuing attempt to grapple with 9/11, and they raise a simple but difficult question: Why do we keep doing this to ourselves? We watch that horrible morning play itself out again, year after year, one inevitable event after another, helplessly gasping, crying, or screaming at our televisions, knowing that nothing we think or do or say will change a thing. The second plane will crash into the second tower, which will collapse 56 minutes later, and then the first tower will collapse 29 minutes after that. Watching those buildings crumble and take the lives of thousands of Americans is something akin to watching a snuff film. Reliving it all—our last moments of cheery obliviousness, the confusion of those first reports, the utter despair of watching those buildings crumble—is borderline masochistic. Isn’t it?

It certainly feels that way during 102 Minutes, a film so masterfully constructed and emotionally harrowing that, when it ended, I couldn’t decide whether to restart it then and there, or toss the DVD into the trash, so as to never put myself through the ordeal of watching it again. It begins with an on-screen clock, reading 8:48:42:17, accompanied by audio of an off-duty firefighter calling to report smoke coming out of the World Trade Center. Eight blocks east, a couple of college girls shoot home video of the smoking tower. More amateur footage follows, from as close as up the street to as far away as Times Square; people are confused, worried, a little scared. The film returns to the college girls a few minutes later, as one is assuring the other that those aren’t necessarily people jumping out of the building (“Who’s to say it’s not, like, a chair?”); her camera is still rolling as the second plane slams into the South Tower. They react with sheer horror: “OH MY GOD, it’s terrorists then! WHAT DO WE DO?!”

We’ve seen a more famous image elsewhere of the second impact. It’s a low-angle shot of a man leaning on the hood of his car as the plane hits behind him. The filmmakers had access to that shot (they used other footage from the same professional photographer), but they didn’t use it. Instead, they went with the raw terror in the apartment of those two young women, because we all had that moment of clarity and comprehension, and all reacted, at different volumes, in much the same way.

So, then, why are we watching? The answer is sad, perhaps, or ghoulish, or at the very least difficult to admit. But in the aftermath of 9/11, in the rush to understand that day (as if such a thing were possible), it became a historical event, a thing in the past. As it got further behind us, it became almost an abstraction. In the decade that followed, September 11 was co-opted by politicians and xenophobes and warmongers and sloganeers and conspiracy theorists, and it became such an all-purpose placeholder for any number of vile notions that one can easily lose the ability to separate it from the fiction it was manipulated into and acknowledge it as, simply, this horrible thing that happened to us. The power of these programs is their immediacy—of a history that is not yet written, one that’s visceral and terrifying, yet one that allows us a present tense in which we can feel something genuine.

Jason Bailey is film editor for Flavorwire and author of Pulp Fiction: The Complete Story of Quentin Tarantino's Masterpiece. His new book, The Ultimate Woody Allen Film Companion, is out in October.



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