With the 23nd anniversary of the September 11th attacks this week, we wanted to share some of our own stories with you.
Everyone remembers where they were when they first heard what was happening that day. Many in our newsroom were working in news when the attacks happened, while others were in middle school. Here are some of the stories from the Local 4 team.
9/11 -- Where were you? Local 4 team shares stories
Devin Scillian
I was at home with my wife Corey watching The Today Show. While I was still trying to piece together what we were seeing, it was Corey who first said, “We’re under attack.” Indeed, we were.
The station called, but I was already in the shower, readying to head to work for what I knew would be a very long, very painful ordeal. My experiences in Oklahoma City six years earlier had prepared me for that ---which was both good and bad.
Kimberly Gill
I was in college at The University of South Carolina. I lived off campus and first heard about what was happening on the radio during my drive to school. When I walked into the building for my class, everyone was in the common area watching the news coverage. No one went to class. Most of us sat there… watching, for hours.
Jason Colthorp
I was still a fledgling sports reporter in Lansing on 9/11. I didn’t usually work that early, but the Pistons Caravan was coming to a local middle school so I was there to cover it as well as get some interviews with Rick Carlisle, George Blaha and the Pistons prized rookie Rodney White. When I left the newsroom a TV was showing a tower on fire but it was assumed a small plane had accidentally hit it at that point.
It wasn’t until the team had just wrapped up its presentation to the kids that my phone rang and our assignment editor screamed that this was a terrorist attack and to get back immediately. I suggested going into some classrooms to see how teachers and students were dealing with it. I walked into the school’s office just as a TV showed the first tower falling. Teachers were crying. I simply couldn’t understand yet what had happened. We had almost no local coverage that day, but my interviews with students and teachers turned out to be the only local content we ran in the limited time we had.
Days later, our local sports coverage of prep and college teams resuming action was just as significant in many ways as the rest of our reporting. 9/11 was easily the day I grew the most as a journalist.
Priya Mann
I was in tenth grade math class, in a suburb near Toronto. A student walked by, poked his head in, and said ‘America is under attack.’ We were bewildered but continued with algebra. When the period ended and we filled into the hallways, I passed the library. I noticed a large crowd of students huddled around a TV. As I started walking toward them, the principal came on the the PA, and announced classes were cancelled for the day. That’s when I first saw footage of the planes hitting the towers.
I remember walking out of high school feeling anxious and scared. I didn’t have a cell phone, and it felt like eternity to get home. My family had just moved a few days prior, and we didn’t yet have our cable hooked up. We spent the evening listening to the radio. It wasn’t until the next morning, when I read the newspapers, that I saw those haunting photos.
Karen Drew
I remember that September morning, I was driving to work – my phone rang and it was one of my police sources calling me to tell me a plane just crashed into the Twin Towers. He had the TV on and was giving me play-by-play.
We both couldn’t believe what was going on. I remember being a bit in shock and disbelief. I called the station asking the assignment desk if they knew anything else. It was chaos – they told me to go home and pack a bag, they wanted to send me to New York. I headed back to Berkley, where I lived at the time, and by the time I got home, the 2nd plane had crashed. My roommate, Jennifer Donelan (former reporter at WDIV) started screaming, and we were glued to the TV set. Now, the talk turned to a terrorist attack, and we both wondered could Detroit be next? I started packing my bags to head to New York but by the time I was ready to leave the air space was shut down.
I can’t believe it’s been 20 years. I can still feel those emotions, that fear, that worry …. a day I’ll never forget for as long as I live.
Hank Winchester
9/11 was an election day in Detroit. I was scheduled to work for the 11pm news at WDIV. However, I remember my answering machine going off that morning. My News Director left a message saying “Hank, turn on the Today Show now, and come in ASAP.”
I turned on the TV and really couldn’t process what I was seeing. I got to the station immediately and that day was unlike any other. It still seems unbelievable after all these years.
Kim DeGiulio
I was in the 6th grade at Bryant Middle School in Dearborn. I remember it was a half day so I was so excited to go out to lunch with all of my friends after school (like we always did on half days). When school was let out, our teachers told us to go directly home because something terrible had happened in New York City. I walked home with some friends and we talked about the rumors we had heard through the hallways. We had gathered that there was a plane crash but that’s really all we knew.
When I got home I turned on the TV to the news. It was like nothing I’d ever seen before and really hard for my 10 year old mind to comprehend. I remember shortly after watching the coverage my mom came home from work with tears in her eyes. She came to me and gave me one of the biggest hugs I can ever remember. I remember being scared at that moment to see my mom scared and sad but I also remember feeling so lucky to be safe and in my moms arms. I always think about the children that lost their parents that day.
Dr. Frank McGeorge
I was in the hospital on September 11th. Initially, we were prepared to help with any medical transfers from New York that might be necessary. When we saw the towers fall, we didn’t think there wouldn’t be any transfers. Sadly, we were right.
Victor Williams
I was in the 3rd grade during 9/11 and I’ll never forget what happened that day. All my classmates got checked out early and I was the last student left in an empty room.
At that point I could tell something was wrong but had no idea of what was going on. Our teachers purposely kept us in the dark on the attack.
Once my father made it to the school, he came to the classroom, picked out a book and told me to read it to him at the table. After I finished, he said that was the last book I’ll ever read as a child and that I needed to become a man because a war was coming.
My father, a veteran, a marine, was deeply saddened and angered by events that occurred tragic day. Years later - I would fully understand why
Brett Collar
I was in the 6th grade at Mason Middle School in Waterford... returning to class after lunch. Can’t tell you what subject it was... didn’t really matter. The remainder of that day was spent watching the TV to watch history unfold. After school a friends mother offered to drive me home (which she normally didn’t). The drive home was as silent as it could have been.
The remainder of the day at home was spent watching the news... still and quiet.
Shawn Ley
I worked for the 11p news for the ABC affiliate in Cincinnati. The morning of 9/11, my pager started going off non-stop.
We had pagers then, no cell phones. Then, my land-line phone was ringing.
“Hello?” It was my mom up in Dayton, Ohio.
“Are you watching this? A plane flew into the World Trade Center!”
Growing up in Dayton, that statement “A plane flew into the World Trade Center!” just didn’t compute in my brain. The Wright Brothers hand made the airplane in the back of their bicycle shop in Dayton. That was 1902-1903.
Every hand-crafted piece they produced, a form of that same technology is used on every aircraft flying today. Airplanes are not supposed to “fly into the World Trade Center.”
I flipped on the T-V expecting to see a small plane, one pilot smushed up like a bug against the steel and glass fortress that was the north tower of the WTC.
Instead the tower was burning.
The pager again, it was the newsroom. “Get here, now!” Just then, a second jet was flown right into the south tower.
THAT computed instantly. The United States was under an attack from terrorists.
Inside our downtown newsroom, we all knew what to do. Stay calm, inform our viewers what was happening to keep them safe there in Cincinnati. We mapped out our coverage on a dry erase board and the reporters and photographers hit the road. I liked to cover aviation, so I went to the Cincinnati-Northern Kentucky Airport, a large Delta hub.
Don’t you remember how perfect the weather was that day? Not a hint of humidity, not a cloud in the sky. The sky over the airport was a gorgeous blue. That stood out, because the runways were empty. No planes were taking off, all flights had been grounded.
How many other hijackers were sitting on planes that had been grounded?
Inside, we spoke with people who were there trying to catch a flight before the attack began. We expected that so many travelers would be stuck there at the airport. However, for the most part, the airport was empty and it was eerie how quiet this massive airport was on one of our country’s darkest days.
We did our reports from there well into the night.
Again, no cell phones and no television from our spot in the airport, so I could not see all of the network coverage of what was going on in New York City, at the Pentagon and from Shanksville, Pennsylvania the sites of other hijacked planes crashed intentionally by terrorists.
By the time I got home, I sat on the floor, turned on the t-v and for the first time I saw that ground view of Boeing 767 being flown right into the south tower.
It took my breath away knowing the terror the passengers felt, the horrible deaths of the people inside the tower, the panic of people trying to evacuate before the towers collapsed and the first responders who ran towards the terror and never came back.
Two years ago, I took my son and daughter to the National September 11th Memorial.
We were quiet, we paid our respects and we said a prayer for all of our families who were impacted that day, for those who were impacted well after the attacks. I prayed for my children, hoping they never have to experience anything like 9/11.
Airplanes are not supposed to fly into buildings. Let us never forget that day.