The day I decided not to collect: A curator's view of Ground Zero

About a month after the terrorist attacks on 9/11, I received a phone call from a colleague asking if I wanted to take a trip up to New York City to collect objects from Ground Zero for the museum. Although now a curator with the sports collection, at the time I was the curator of the fire and rescue collections and he thought I would like to collect from the fire and rescue personnel on site. I hesitated for a minute, knowing this would not be an easy scene to witness, but accepted his invitation.

Photo of the destruction after September 11, 2001, in New York City. Workers in blue helmets and uniforms scramble around a pile of destruction, bent metal, and ruins.

It was a beautiful fall day with blue skies and cool, crisp air, much like September 11 had been. We drove up to the site, passing mini blinds tangled in the few trees that were left, and were struck by the sheer volume of paper. Sheets and sheets of financial documents and correspondence from all of the various offices that had once filled the World Trade Center littered the site. The damage to many of the surrounding buildings was severe and most were in need of major repair or demolition.

As we stepped out of the cab and onto Ground Zero, I saw complete and utter devastation. The smell of concrete and decay was overwhelming, as was the size of the actual hole left by the collapse of the World Trade Center towers. The debris that filled part of the hole—or the "pile," as it was called by rescue personnel—was still very high and was active with all types of workers present. Welders, carpenters, engineers, riggers, sheet metal workers, and many others from the building trades were shoring up the surrounding buildings and stabilizing the debris pile. Police and rescue personnel along with rescue dogs were sifting through the debris looking for any kind of recoverable remains. Firefighters were putting out active fires within the pile, which had been flaring up since the buildings came down.

Photo of World Trade Center site after attacks of September 11, 2001. Two or three workers in hard hats and uniforms are in the cherrypicker of a crane, shooting a fire hose downward in a gentle arch. A battered wall or part of a building visible left.

Seeing the site on television was horrific but seeing it in person was worse. I had been an emergency medical technician (EMT) with the Kensington Volunteer Fire Department in Maryland for five years and had been to many accident scenes and fire grounds, but this was completely different. The sense of urgency was almost palpable as these workers, many from other states and from different trades, worked together to make the site accessible to the rescue personnel. Many were still hoping to find survivors, but at this point knew it was more of a recovery mission. For all of the work that was going on, the pile was eerily quiet.

Worker in helmet and face shield and drab brown/yellow uniform. Pile of debris.

Hard hats protected us from falling debris and surgical masks helped keep the dust at bay. The dust was unbelievably fine and got through the masks easily, making them essentially useless. Everything was covered in a layer of that fine gray dust that made it look like we were in a black-and-white movie, except for the different colored hard hats and uniforms the workers and rescue personnel wore.

Photo of workers at September 11, 2001, destruction pile seen through columns of partially destroyed building. They wear hardhats and uniforms. Smoke rises here and there.

Visiting the many aid stations where the workers could go to get something to eat or just decompress was very humbling. Experience told me their emotions were too raw to approach them about donating objects to the museum. Most were exhausted from working so hard and for so long, digging through this huge pile of debris, finding nothing or, even worse, a fallen brother. As a curator, I know the importance of collecting, and I rarely shy away from an opportunity to bring a storied object into the museum's collections. But on that day, it was not my place to ask these guys for anything, but to thank them for their tireless service.

Photo of destruction in New York City after September 11, 2001. Collapsed industrial-looking part of a building with many pipes, columns, and wires. In background, broken windows. Ash and gray.

Instead of collecting objects, I used my camera to record the events of that day and donated the images to the museum's Photographic History Collection—a few of which you see here. The museum did eventually collect from many of the firefighters, police officers, rescue workers, and various trades represented in the clean-up from Ground Zero. Objects were collected from the two other sites created that day—the Pentagon, in which a hijacked plane crashed into the building, killing everyone aboard the plane and many on the ground, and Shanksville, Pennsylvania, where the heroic crew and passengers rushed the cockpit to bring the plane down before it could make it to another possible target, thought to be the Capitol in Washington, D.C. Congress designated the museum as the official repository of the story of 9/11, and the museum continues to collect artifacts that reflect what happened that day and the aftermath. These collections are among the most extensive in the country and we are honored to be able to preserve these objects for future generations so that we may never forget.

Photo of a building still standing after attacks of September 11, 2001. A big American flag hangs from a building. The building is draped in black.

Jane Rogers is an associate curator in the Division of Culture and the Arts.