ABSTRACT
This was Susan Coates' and my ®rst visit to Pier 94. We had originally been assigned to St. Paul's Church, adjacent to the World Trade Center, but when we arrived there earlier in the day we realized that we were not really needed. There was a surfeit of volunteers. The church was very quiet, a sanctuary for ®remen and police, a few of whom were resting or talking in low voices in the pews. Susan and I had walked along Broadway to the only cross street from which viewing was permitted of the horri®c site of the former Trade Center. We walked in ®le, moved along quickly by national guardsmen. No cameras allowed. We then headed downwards through the deserted streets and court houses of the ®nancial district until the dust and smell got to us. We both felt very sick. After a brief rest and tea we presented ourselves at Pier 94.
