Posted 9/25/01

Words From LTG's Artistic Director On September 11th

In the months before September 11th, ironically I had made several trips through the World Trade Center.  In fact my wife and I had coffee in one of the down stairs food-shops a week before the incident.  She had not seen these glorious buildings for some time and was taken aback by the enormity of the great towers. That day even though we had no business to take care of down there, for some strange reason she and I traveled throughout the Wall Street area.  It was a busy weekday and we ended our exploration in Battery Park.  Even with the hustle and bustle of the City it was amazingly serene as we sat by the water waiting for the rush hour crowds to subside.

I had visited the top of the World Trade Center at least three occasions in my life and each time I was in awe.  So naturally when I woke up on Tuesday morning to see the horrific sight of my World Trade Centers crumbling down, I was a wreck.

Two days before the disaster we spent Sunday morning not in church, but rehearsing for our upcoming show, The Printz of Poets. 

The show was scheduled to perform September 11th at Jimmy's Uptown.  We had made several cast changes but happily ended up with one of our Gang's best Actors, Tawfiq for the lead role of Lamar, the Loose Lipped Lunatic.  We had performed the show earlier this year at the New York Comedy Club.  The Printz of Poets is a unique collaboration with all the actors contributing to the writing.  The audience attendance was slow, however we did receive an extremely favorable review from the Village Voice. Nonetheless this performance was about to be our greatest.  The cast was right, the performance-space was perfect and the weather reports were magnificent.  We had expected a large crowd.  Needless to say, I was excited.  So much that I was awake at 4:30 a.m. posting new information on our web site.  By 8:00 a.m. I was finished and decided to lie down for an hour or so.  When I awoke the world had changed, perhaps forever.

No longer was I concerned about my own personal journey, I was concerned about the safety of others. My family, friends and their families, strangers and the world.  15 minutes into the tragedy and after the first tower collapsed, I received a phone call from Tawfiq.  He was calling from his cell phone. He told me that he was summoned to work.  He was heading for the Trade Centers. He also expressed disappointment about our performance for that evening. We had no backup for his role but I somehow instinctively realized the magnitude of the situation and told him to forget about our show. "Go take care of business." was the last thing I said to him before we hung up.  For those of you who don't know Tawfiq, he's a Fireman and at that time pretty much all the fire departments throughout New York were called into action.  After hanging up with him, I thought of all the questions I should've asked him.  Most important, how far are you from the Trade Center?  A few minutes later the second tower was starting to crumble and all I could think about - hope and pray was that Tawfiq was not there.

I've always had much respect for the Firefighters.  Their sole job is to save lives under the most horrendous circumstances.  If ever there were a true hero on this earth - a Fireman is that.  As the events continued to unfold with shocking reports of the number of innocent lives that were lost, a range of emotions passed through my head.  Anger, hatred, sadness, fear and revenge whirled through my mind like a vicious tornado.  The desire or interest to do anything except watch the television’s repeated images of this disaster engulfed my spirit.

I found relief in the fact that after two days of not knowing, Tawfiq was indeed safe, however, there still was an emptiness inside my heart and the burning questions of why.  Truthfully, I haven't felt this depressed since my mother passed in 1993.

But then I thought back to when she died and how I used her passing to motivate me to live for her.  I don't profess to have the answer to grief, or the loss of loved ones.  But I do know that when tragedy strikes close to home and after we have mourned we must continue in honor of those who can't.  We all agree that only the most powerful of evil forces can compel someone to commit the act of taking another's life.  However, on the other side, the power of good forces us to be greater, more gracious, more committed to that which is good.  In America other generations have seen their share of atrocities.  This is ours.  But we don't give up.  We march till victory over evil is won.

In honor of all that we have lost, the Live Theatre Gang has rescheduled two performances of our canceled show on September 11th, "The Prince of Poets".  One will be held Uptown in Manhattan and the other Downtown.  In our small and perhaps insignificant way, we hope to pay tribute to this great city we love so much.  Oh and yes, if the lord wills, Tawfiq will be there.

May God bless and protect us all -- in America and the World.

Reed McCants

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