OTD, nineteen years ago, I was in law school in San Francisco, back where I am right now, when I woke up to a phone call from a high school friend.
“Turn on the TV.” “A plane just hit the World Trade Center.”
“Turn on the TV.” “A plane just hit the World Trade Center.”
In the early morning light, as news anchors tried to make sense of the smoking gash where a plane went into the tower, wondering if it was an accident, I watched, incredulous, as a second plane crashed into the towers.
The world exploded.
The world exploded.
I rushed to campus, hearing the news that a third plane had hit the Pentagon, and that a fourth plane was missing.
They were putting up blue barricades around the buildings in the Civic Center and evacuating the area.
They were putting up blue barricades around the buildings in the Civic Center and evacuating the area.
As now, @UCHastingsLaw has the tallest building in the civic center, an area filled with federal court houses and government buildings. The Art Deco tower, houses students and the city wanted to evacuate the area.
The school did not want to cancel classes, despite my urging.
The school did not want to cancel classes, despite my urging.
@UCHastingsLaw Before law school, I had worked for @HASCDemocrats, so had worked closely with people in the Pentagon. I knew that the day would fundamentally alter what happened next.
@UCHastingsLaw @HASCDemocrats Instead of taking the job I’d been offered at a private law firm, I returned to DC after graduation to take a position as Senator Kennedy’s Defense Policy Advisor.
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