Meet The Irish by Harry McGuirk
I passed the American Consulate in Dublin for about a month; All was calm and quiet. No one could ever suspect what was about to happen. We could see the Twin Towers from Rockaway Beach and from Bayside. Suddenly, the murderous pilots crashed their two planes with the civilian passengers aboard. The creation of mass murder has provoked World War Three. There can be little doubt that nations like America, Russia and China have sufficient nuclear weapons to wipe humanity off the map.
When the first plane crashed minutes later TV and radio was spreading the news around the world. The horror was a nightmare coming to us, the black plumes of smoke, flames, figures flinging form the sky-scrapers – Then the second flight with more poor passengers aboard. The Towers were now tumbling, dust covered ALL, the unbelievable hundreds and hundreds of people began to die.
The screams of fear were frightening as Irish people called out names of family members across in New York. People of all religions attended their churches in Ireland and prayed for their family and cousins.
Everyone who could be at the Towers site tried to be there, the Mayor of New York was a hero as many also were – I have many pictures of firemen who died; the unfortunate priest had a saint funeral.
Many of the young Irish not long Stateside took lovingly to American life stooped their regular jobs on the building sites and ran to the burning Towers to help rescue who they knew were working in the Towers – some of them died. In return for their kind efforts, perhaps a VISA or Green Card could be given to the young Irish they who survived have shown their love of America and Americans. For the dead may they rest in peace. I wonder if a memorial, something appropriate in a spot in O’Connell Street so that Irish families and Irish Americans could have sweet memories of Irelands Own.