This opportunistic but evocative autoethnography
focuses on the experiences of Ellis on and after the terrorist attacks of September
11th. She was a solo passenger on an airline headed for Virginia
when the pilot announced they would be landing in Charlotte, NC due to
terrorist attacks in NYC. She started writing this immediately after the
attacks and continued writing and revising over a period of several months,
tracing her experiences from Sept. 11th 2001 to Jan 2002. She used
this writing as a form of catharsis for herself, to help her reframe the
experience to have some meaning within her life. However, she also wants to
demonstrate why the “everyday stories” of Sept 11th—those stories
from people who were not in NYC that day or who did not lose loved ones in the
attacks—deserve to be told and how telling those stories can help those
individuals reframe the experience for themselves, as telling her story helped
her to reframe and heal. She also hopes that this piece may start a dialogue
among social scientists and qualitative researchers to help in understanding
and coping with the tragedy.
Ellis works chronologically through the events
of Sept. 11th, providing commentary on her thoughts and on her
surroundings, documenting the confusion she was feeling and that others
appeared to be feeling. She discusses blame, fear, and hatred, and a general
sense of being uncertain of what to do next and how the world and her life will
go on. She provides conversations with and quotes from others to illustrate her
feelings and provide insight into theirs, though the accuracy of these quotes
and conversations can be called into question because she wrote these from
memory and not from extensive recorded and transcribed conversations. She also
mentions phone calls and how long certain calls would last (based on her bill) as
well as her memory of how many attempts were necessary before she got through.
This ethnography is primarily a sample size of 1, severely limiting
generalizability.
Her writing that occurs in Oct. centers on
Ellis’s attempts to make sense of the attacks. She describes a sense of “looming vulnerability” (395) that expresses
a fear of further loss, making her feel “depressed, anxious, and fearful”
(395). She feels that harnessing
these feelings through framing and sense making may help her gain healing and
control. Ellis had to reframe her perception, first accepting that terrorism
did and can happen then examine other frames in her life at that time that also
had an influence—her location on an airplane at the time of the attacks and her
personal experience with loss (her mother and mother-in-law in poor health at
the time and a brother who died in a plane crash 20 years before). She does
state that “unpredictability, fear, fragility, and looming vulnerability
continue to be a part of my daily life” (400). She wants to attempt to control
or deny these feelings, but fears this may lead to “psychic numbing” that may prevent the integration of terrorism
into her new life scheme. According to Ellis, understanding offers the
possibility of turning something chaotic into something potentially meaningful”
(401). She uses her writing to dive further into the tragedy, choosing to
express the importance of personal stories to provide healing, hoping to
influence others to do the same.
Ellis suggests that we are “humbled by looming
vulnerability” (401) and that the fear and vulnerability everyone felt led to a
sense of collective belonging, a
renewed appreciation for life, and helped us understand those who never had the
illusion of the safe world. “I face the terror in hopes that it will help me
(and others) live more giving and rewarding lives. At the very least, I face
the terror to find ways to talk about experiences of vulnerability in an
unpredictable and dangerous world” (403).
Ellis ends with a discussion of an experience in
January 2002, which Ellis visited Ground Zero, and discovers that being at
Ground Zero was not about seeing but about “feeling and remembering” (407). She
asserts that within the tragedy of Sept 11th lies a variety of
lessons that we risk forgetting if we try to repress our feelings. She suggests
instead that we turn to framing and sense-making to tell our personal stories,
no matter how insignificant they may seem.