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Letters 10-20-2014

Doctor Dan? After several email conversations with Rep. Benishek, he has confirmed that he doesn’t have a clue of what he does. Here’s why...

In Favor Of Our Parks [Traverse] City Proposal 1 is a creative way to improve our city parks without using our tax dollars. By using a small portion of our oil and gas royalties from the Brown Bridge Trust Fund, our parks can be improved for our children and grandchildren.

From January 1970 Popular Mechanics: “Drastic climate changes will occur within the next 50 years if the use of fossil fuels keeps rising at current rates.” That warning comes from Eugene K. Peterson of the Department of the Interior’s Bureau of Land Management.

Newcomers Might Leave: Recently we had guests from India who came over as students with the plan to stay in America. He has a master’s degree in engineering and she is doing her residency in Chicago and plans to specialize in oncology. They talked very candidly about American politics and said that after observing...

Someone Is You: On Sept 21, I joined the 400,000 who took to the streets of New York in the People’s Climate March, followed by a UN Climate Summit and many speeches. On October 13, the Pentagon issued a report calling climate change a significant threat to national security requiring immediate action. How do we move from marches, speeches and reports to meaningful work on this problem? In NYC I read a sign with a simple answer...

Necessary To Pay: Last fall, Grand Traverse voters authorized a new tax to fix roads. It is good, it is necessary.

The Real Reasons for Wolf Hunt: I have really been surprised that no one has been commenting on the true reason for the wolf hunt. All this effort has not been expended so 23 wolves can be killed each year. Instead this manufactured controversy about the wolf hunt has been very carefully crafted to get Proposal 14-2 passed.

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Two Years Later: 900 Interviews Round out a Look Back at 9/11

Nancy Sundstrom - September 11th, 2003
Two years ago, the unthinkable happened, and our world, as we knew it, has never been the same.
The “unthinkable,“ of course, is the devastation that took place on September 11, 2001. Much has actually been written and documented about that day’s horrific events and its aftermath, and the latest comes on the two-year anniversary in the form of “Middletown, America: One Town’s Passage from Grief to Recovery“ by Gail Sheehy.
This is the 14th book from Sheehy, whose landmark work, “Passages,“ dealt with the complexities of the stages of adult life and resonated with millions of readers worldwide. As an author, she’s a unique combination of journalist and sociologist, and she tackled the Middletown project because she believed that this second anniversary of 9-11 would be even harder to deal with than the first.
“Two years after a traumatic event is tantamount to the day after surgery,“ she has written. “The shock is past, the painkillers have worn off, the visitors have begun to thin out....Impatience with the unrelenting sorrow gives birth to the bromides by which the feel-good purveyors successfully commercialize consolation: ‘Get over it.’ ‘It’s time to move on.’ ‘Put it behind us.’“
Sheehy chose the commuter hamlet Middletown, New Jersey for her study because with nearly 50 victims, the town suffered the “largest concentrated death toll“ on 9-11. Interestingly, Middletown is also the name of a classic 1924 sociological study about life in Muncie, IN, but this Middletown has very little in common with that blue collar area. Most of the New Jersey residents are affluent, though there is a significant population of firefighters and police officers who reside in the town. And those, as we know, were two of the groups of 9-11 victims most affected by the tragedy.
In the first chapter, “Signs and Wonders,“ we meet a few of the subjects the book focuses on, one of them being a young firefighter:

“Kenny Tietjen always had to be first at the fire. He was unbeatable, even by grown men. As a kid coming up in a proud blue-collar section of Middletown, he kept a scanner in his bedroom. The minute he heard a report of a fire, he‘d streak out of the house and jump on his moped and race to the address. Whereas the firefighters, who boasted of belonging to the largest all-volunteer fire department in the world, would be delayed by the necessities of getting to the firehouse, climbing into their turnout gear, taking their places on the truck, and traveling to the scene. Little Kenny was always there first, waiting for them-a damn fourteen-year-old...The funny thing was, Kenny had been scared of sirens as a very little boy. “Petrified,“ recalled his sister Laurie. “Firecrackers, any loud noises, but especially fire and police sirens terrified him.“ And as a child he was on the runty side, short and skinny and shy. He had to content himself with “torturing“ his younger sister. For example, the “spit torture.“ Laurie giggled. “He would tackle me on the ground, sit on top of me, and-this is so disgusting, I can‘t believe I‘m telling you this-he would spit into drool, so it was hanging just over my nose, and then he‘d suck it back up.“
“Don‘t tell Mom,“ he would order. Their mother, Janice Tietjen, was a devout Catholic, a pillar of St. Mary‘s Church.
The way Kenny Tietjen dealt with fear was to go toward the very thing that scared him. “He was just so gung ho,“ said Janice. “He had to be the first one in.“ As soon as he came of age, he became a volunteer in Engine Company Number 1 in Belford, a briny section of Middletown where the fish factory was and where firefighting was one of the noblest occupations. Kenny moved closer to the firehouse. His mother was shocked upon reading a newspaper account of her son‘s participation in his first fire. It was a propane tank that might have exploded, but who was the first one on the hose? Kenny.
“That kid!“
Within his first few years in the company, Kenny Tietjen bulked up and more than proved himself. At a large electrical fire in a lumberyard, one young firefighter opened a door and was knocked unconscious by a flash. Kenny ran in behind him and with another volunteer dragged the man out of the smoke-filled shack; saved his life. Kenny‘s helmet melted, but he suffered no injuries.
“When my brother wound up being a fireman and then a police officer, the whole family, we couldn‘t believe it,“ said Laurie. As a member of the Port Authority police force, Kenny wore a smile almost all the time. He loved his job, blossomed in it. “We called ourselves the Regulators,“ said Mike Ashton, who worked with Kenny in a sector car at the Holland Tunnel. “We were both active cops, we went out looking for it. We called it ‘playing.‘ “ The two spent every working night together, ate their meals together, shaved their heads together. Ashton saw more of Kenny than he saw of his own wife. They backed each other up.“

Sheehy conducted more than 900 interviews as she followed the stories of victims and survivors who were part of the community fabric of Middletown, and most of them are quite moving and compelling. Especially so is the tale of four widowed mothers who challenged the White House in an effort to gain information about why 9-11 took place. Sometimes the sum of the parts is greater than the whole, largely because certain the stories are certainly more dramatic than others, and a few seem stretched to be given substance. For the most part, though, the dots are well-connected here and Sheehy’s research pays off when it ties into looking at the various stages the town worked itself through as they tried - and are still trying - to deal with their sense of anger, loss and grief.
This might be an interesting project to revisit in a few years, when a different perspective could be shared and the impact of 9-11 measured and described in the way that it can only through the healing that happens with the passage of time. Something tells me that there will be more chapters yet to be written about the people and the place that is Middletown, and much like the ones here, they, too, will deserve to be told.

 
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