White people not faring (well), Pentathagasus not caring. Despicable.
I was twenty when it happened, and it was pretty unbelievable. It was undeniably gripping and exciting, with it being such a strange and dramatic event that seemed almost unreal, yet sobering too. I did feel very sad for all the people dying and suffering (when the towers fell, I felt genuinely upset and horrified at what it meant for those inside, I hadn't expected them to fall. I bet Fishy did though, the bastard.). A bit of anger as well I think after a while, when I mulled over the thought that people actually deliberately did this. It was so bizarre at first, the channels all showing this event, nobody really knowing what was going on, and then the second plane hitting...I cannot remember if I saw that happening in real time or if I just heard it a minute or so later. I was watching it in the lounge while my brother was mostly upstairs watching on his computer (I think he had alerted me to it; we both still lived at home at the time and our parents were out). I remember watching the 'breaking news' rolling tape at the bottom of the screen, with some sort of view of the towers always in the background.