9/11 at Twenty-Five
The New Yorker · 6 Sep 2026

9/11 at Twenty-Five

Goddammit, I’d thought. No phones in class. Then someone gasped, and someone shrieked, and someone called out that he’d received a text from his sister in New York, and the towers, oh my God, oh my God, the towers, thousands of people, Jesus no, oh my God. That couldn’t be true. Could it? Plenty of


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