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Paul Krugman couldn’t bring himself to say one single decent thing about one single human being in his New York Times column on the tenth anniversary of the World Trade Center tragedy. Thousands of real heroes, 2.977 victims, every one innocent, a solemn day of remembrance and this Nobel Prize winner cannot put his ideology aside to say one word in honor of the dead. He uses the day only to vent his anger. Hate consumes a man’s soul.
Forgive me for my immodesty, but I ask you to compare what this high school graduate wrote in the post below to what the New York Times just published by a Princeton professor with a PHD. Now tell me, if you were the publisher of the world’s paper of record, which writer would you hire and which one would you fire? Would you go with the PHD or the common man?
Here at Random Thots we often call the New York Times to task. To be fair, the Times also does some wonderful work. We borrow from them today because they have written a series of 911 tributes that is beyond our meager resources to produce.
To catch her early flight on Sept. 11, Amy E. Toyen arose in Boston at 4 a.m. so she could arrive in New York City at 6:45 a.m., in plenty of time to attend the trade show in Windows on the World at 1 World Trade Center. Ms. Toyen, 24, was demonstrating a software product of her company, Thomson Financial in Boston, when her fiancé, Jeffrey Gonski, got a call at 8:58 a.m. — his caller ID showed it was her cellphone — but when he answered, no one was there.
They were engaged to be married next June 16. Mr. Gonski had met Ms. Toyen at their alma mater, Bentley College in Waltham, Mass., and had managed to pull off an elaborate proposal. Last spring he planned a vacation with her to Canada, then surprised her at the airport with a flight for two to Ireland — her favorite place. Then he stunned her again by proposing there, in a romantic locale on the Dingle Peninsula. How could she possibly have said no?
“We had just ordered her wedding dress,” said her father, Martin Toyen. “She was so happy in her life — a woman in love, who loved her job.
The one thing I will not forget was a cell phone conversation from a young Asian girl talking to her mother and complaining of the unbearable heat. Cast modesty aside, her mother said, take off your top. The girl replied, I can’t. I tried, but it’s melted into my skin and my skin comes off with it. Then the building fell.
911 is very real to me. I keep my photo ID for Building 2 on my desk. We should never forget.