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Oct. 23:
OK, this is really going too far. It's not actually the White House,
I understand, but it is the White House mail center. It's too close.
As the numbers of anthrax cases, deaths and spore-contaminated
sites mount people are asking, "Do the authorities know what
they are doing?"
Here in New York people seemed determined to focus
on the Yankees, the sunshine, work - anything except anthrax. But
it's not easy. Newsday's publisher sent around a note today informing
us that the central mailroom for the newspaper was getting a radiation
device to scan all of our mail. Two more security guards now staff
the entrance to our Manhattan office.
Today my editor at Hyperion, Leigh Haber sent me an
illustrative Email. To appreciate its significance you need to know
that Hyperion is owned by the Disney Corporation, so its offices are
inside of another Disney company, ABC. And ABC, as the world now knows,
was a target for the anthrax-mailer(s). So, this afternoon Leigh wrote:
"...did you hear about the hullabaloo you
caused? We received a letter addressed to you with no return address
(though our mailroom is not supposed to be giving us such mail)
and a German postmark. We called security and had to clear the
area until HAZMAT came and determined there was nothing suspicious
in the letter. Should we forward it on to you?
And that recalled a phone call the previous day from
my friend Joe, at NPR. He wanted to know if I had sent him a letter
from Brooklyn without putting a return address upon it. I told him
that under current circumstances I wouldn't dream of doing such a
thing. Oh great, he said, describing an oddly shaped envelope. When
I called back half an hour later a HAZMAT team was in Joe's office.
It was a harmless mailing from a publicity department.
For some flocks of New Yorkers these are matters of
concern, but are no longer paramount. These odd birds are the Yankees
fanatics, who pulled every string, every trick today in hopes of getting
tickets to the World Series. They lined up in front of Yankee Stadium
for hours, logged onto the Yankees web site, clogged ticket sellers
offices and prayed for Game Four seats on the first base line. Sure,
they said, the World Series would make a swell target for terrorists.
But damnit, we're going, no matter what!
There was a surprisingly large turnout tonight, given
current circumstances, at the Museum of Television and Radio, gathered
to hear from a panel of the nation's top radio documentary producers.
Their names might not be familiar to many, but their works have affected
millions of public radio listeners nationwide. Davia Nelson and Nicki
Silva, otherwise known as The Kitchen Sisters, announced that they
are now collecting sounds associated with the World Trade Center and
September 11, with the intention of producing a sort of audio archive
and memorial. Nicki likened it to an audio version of the Vietnam
Memorial in Washington, DC. Among the material they have already amassed
are the voice mail messages that were dialed to customers whose offices
were in the World Trade Center: messages that were never collected.
The grieving process, then, enters another stage:
solidifying the memory. And that is certainly a part of healing.
Meanwhile, the leaders of the nation, and public
health providers all over America, continue to struggle, trying to
cope with the deluge of anthrax hoaxes and worried well, and somehow
get a step ahead of the terrorists.
See, for example:
http://www.newsday.com/news/nationworld/nation/ny-usscen212425376oct21.story
and
http://www.newsday.com/news/health/ny-usfund182420261oct18.story
and for Iraq connection see:
http://www.newsday.com/news/nationworld/nation/ny-usiraq232427747oct23.story?coll=ny%2Dtop%2Dheadlines
And for index of stories see:
http://www.newsday.com/search/ny_all.jsp?Query=Laurie+Garrett
Be well. Stay safe. Stand defiant.
Laurie Garrett