I was in New York on September 11th 2001, in a cab driving uptown as the first plane hit the tower. I saw the second tower being hit on TV in the Chiat\Day “Clubhouse”. I had to walk downtown from 51st St to the West Village with Serena Duff (we stuck to the river to stay away from tall buildings). There were USAF jets flying back and forth at low level. When I got home everything seemed strangely normal. The pall of smoke in the distance, the pallor of people’s complexions and a layer of shiny dust everywhere was the only clue something momentous had happened.
The whole world was behind the USA that day … even France (whose premier memorably intoned “today we are all Americans”) and Iran – where they apparently held a minute’s silence.