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15<br />

The Blame-America's-Ex-President-First Crowd<br />

Six months after 9/11, <strong>the</strong> Gallup Poll of Islamic Countries found that an overwhelming<br />

majority of those surveyed believed <strong>the</strong> attacks on <strong>the</strong> World Trade Center and <strong>the</strong> Pentagon<br />

had not been <strong>the</strong> work of Arabs. Well-educated Egyptians and Saudis believed that <strong>the</strong><br />

Israelis were behind <strong>the</strong> murder of three thousand innocents on 9/11, in large part because of<br />

articles in <strong>the</strong>ir countries' official state newspapers. One of <strong>the</strong> widely disseminated stories<br />

was that no Jews died in <strong>the</strong> collapse of <strong>the</strong> Trade Towers because <strong>the</strong>y had received calls<br />

telling <strong>the</strong>m not to go to work that day.<br />

To tell you <strong>the</strong> truth, I got <strong>the</strong> Jew call. I had an office in <strong>the</strong> Trade Center where I<br />

used to do most of my writing. The call came from former New York mayor Ed Koch. "Al,"<br />

he told me, "don't go to work on <strong>the</strong> twenty-third day of Elul."<br />

Actually, I watched <strong>the</strong> events of that awful day from Minneapolis, where I was visiting my<br />

mom. Mom's in a nursing home, so I was staying at a hotel. That morning, as I grabbed some<br />

coffee, I noticed people huddled around a TV A plane had hit <strong>the</strong> World Trade Center. Must<br />

have been a commuter plane. Maybe <strong>the</strong> pilot had a heart attack or something. Then <strong>the</strong> second<br />

plane hit. It was sickening. Then came <strong>the</strong> Pentagon. We were under attack.<br />

Somehow, I got through to my wife in Manhattan. She was fine, at home on <strong>the</strong> Upper<br />

West Side, about five miles north of <strong>the</strong> Trade Center. My son was at school on <strong>the</strong> Upper<br />

East Side. My daughter was away at college. As I watched <strong>the</strong> first tower collapse, I was<br />

stunned. But I still couldn't register <strong>the</strong> magnitude of what was happening, even as <strong>the</strong> second<br />

one went down.<br />

I spent <strong>the</strong> rest of <strong>the</strong> day at <strong>the</strong> nursing home watching TV with my mom. She didn't<br />

understand what had happened-as if any of us really did. A friend of mine watched with his<br />

elderly mo<strong>the</strong>r in Queens. As he left that evening, she said to him, "At least no one was hurt."<br />

That night, like all Americans, I just kept watching. Giuliani was masterful. Bush<br />

seemed a little shaky.<br />

On Wednesday, I couldn't reach my family. I desperately wanted to be home in New<br />

York. The airport was closed, of course. But Northwest said <strong>the</strong>y'd start flying on Thursday,

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