Shortly after, another in a Secret Service jacket walked past. A man falls to his death from the World Trade Center after two planes hit the twin towers on September 11, 2001, in New York City in a terrorist attack Īs I carried on walking towards the towers, a man in an FBI jacket passed me by. I took a photo of him – capturing an image of that day that has been widely used since. As we ran the 35 blocks, weaving in and out of the crowds, we stopped occasionally to photograph the chaos around us.Īfter about 25 minutes, we were within a block of the towers and there, on a quiet corner between Park Place and West Broadway, I saw a policeman, looking up at the North Tower.
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So we jumped out of the taxi, handed the driver a $20 bill and started running along West Broadway towards the towers. We got as close as we could but were still some way from the towers. We immediately picked up our cameras and left, asking a taxi to take us to downtown.īy this time, the city – from 14th Street to downtown – had been sealed to everybody except first responders. Then my boss called and told me to get to the towers to photograph the crash. That was when one of those I was with received a call from Puerto Rico telling him a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. It worked, and after we’d taken the photographs, we went for breakfast on 53rd Street. We agreed that if one of us saw him, we would share the location with the others so we could each get the shots. Hopkins’ team had blocked access to his training sessions, which was unusual, but we hoped to spot him training in the park. On the morning of September 11, I headed to Central Park with photojournalists from two other Puerto Rican newspapers. The fight was scheduled to take place on the following Saturday at Madison Square Garden. So, on Saturday, September 8, I boarded a flight from the Puerto Rican capital, San Juan. I’d asked not to go on that particular deployment but I was told I had to go. Trinidad was a good friend of mine and the paper would send me to cover most of his fights.
It was a world championship bout between Puerto Rican boxer Felix Trinidad and the American boxer Bernard Hopkins. It was September 2001 and I had been sent to New York to cover a boxing match for a Puerto Rican newspaper.
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