Nine people died today–nine.
2 metro commuter train cars collided.
5 p.m. during rush hour–it happened on the red line.
I was there–I think. Capturing video of the rescue efforts as people were being pulled from the wreckage and wheeled into ambulances after being trapped for hours before fire fighters and the jaws-of-life rescued them. I was there–or was I? I was doing my job. I was meeting people, getting their reactions, trying to get access to see the wreckage, backpedaling down a hill as Mayor Fenty made his way to the scene. I was hiding behind my camera. Alas, I have no camera. Now I sit in my home-studio in my quiet suburb in my quieter neighborhood. A world away from the low-income area of northeast D.C. where a collision killed, where rescue crews are still working, and where some D.C. residents are still wondering if their loved ones were on that train. I was there–or was I hiding behind my camera the whole time? As if I could use my camera as a shield. As if it could somehow protect me from the reality that nine lost their lives on an ordinary Monday afternoon. Well, the camera is down–what will protect me from reality now?
Nothing–which will be a good thing. Some of my story below, in video form.