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Doing Our Part: Support Hurricane Sandy Relief Efforts

5 Nov

Hello Pack Faithful!  It seems like ages since real life has afforded me the opportunity to take time to sit and indulge in what has always been for me, the pleasure of sharing my thoughts, concerns and general musings with each of you, but I honestly had to make the time to talk with you guys about Hurricane Sandy.

Let me first say that for any of you who have been affected, I am praying for your peace of mind and that you find swift relief and recovery in your circumstances.  For me, although I can say how blessed I am to have heard from so many of my family and friends up and down the East Coast who survived through Super Storm Sandy last week with only minimal damage and a few days’ inconvenience as it related to power outages, food shortages and the like, I am still wholly mortified by the images that I continue to see from as far south as The Outer Banks to the heavily hit northeast region of the New York/Tri-State area.  It is for that reason that I wanted to use this platform to encourage each of you to do something.

While so many of us don’t have the necessary training or resources to assist in clean-up efforts in areas like Ground Zero or the New Jersey Shore or across the Mid-Atlantic, it is good to know that we are not helpless.  If like me, you find that the daily news stories of damage assessments, the rising death tolls or coverage of images like the ones below tend to leave you in a state of unrest, then please donate to The American Red Cross on behalf of the victims of Sandy.

As a nation, lets prove this November that a contentious election is not the only time we can mobilize in full force for a worthy cause.

9/11 Revisited: Through the Eyes of Charlice

11 Sep

For the nation at large, September 11th is and forever will be a date that many of us will have a great measure of difficulty reliving, recalling and reflecting upon.  Even ten years after the most devastating terrorist attacks executed on American soil, the physical and mental wounds from 9/11 are still as palpable and difficult to overcome as they ever were.  And while many media outlets, news organizations and service groups continue to memorialize the heroes and the fallen, to the vast majority of Americans who sat stock-still in front of a television in a state of horror and disbelief; who like me could remember exactly what they were doing when breaking news came down the pipeline that America was under attack; who were hundreds, even thousands of miles removed from the tragedies in Pennsylvania, Washington, D.C. and New York, these memorials can often resonate as solemn tributes to thousands of innocent, yet faceless countrymen.

That is why I wanted to dedicate this blog post to my sister-friend, Charlice Noble-Jones.  Having met Charlice (whom I affectionately refer to as “Chuck”) in the months following the attacks, we immediately discovered an easy kinship and camaraderie between one another.  She was the Director at the Developmental Center my children were attending, was personable but about business, had a sharp wit and even sharper mind.  But as our friendship grew and she began to share with me the journey that led her from Wall Street to child development, I discovered a vulnerable side in Chuck, and knew hers was a tale that would stay with me always.

And every year on September 11th, I do think about Chuck, and how having her face to associate with the events of that horrific day back in 2001 has helped me to grasp the still very tangible effects that the people who were there and lived through it still deal with today.  Hers is certainly a story worth telling, and I appreciate her so much for reliving those moments for each of our edification.

The Fanny Pack:  Chuck, why were you in NY? How long had you been living there?

Charlice:  After graduating from Howard University in 1999, I moved to New York City to begin my career with Deutsche Bank at 130 Liberty Street. There was a bridge that connected our building to World Trade Center 4 and we were directly across the street from and faced the South Tower.  I lived in Manhattan, in Harlem on 125th street.

The Fanny Pack:  What were you doing on the morning of Sept. 11th?

Charlice:  I woke up like any other morning and prepared for work. It was a beautiful, sunny, temperate September morning. I’d stayed up late the night before having meaningful conversations with almost everyone in my life that meant something to me. I went to sleep around 4am, but woke up on time. I dressed in a peach sleeveless top and khaki skirt with brown sandals. I normally wore sneakers to work every day and changed shoes at work, but I decided against it at the last minute. I ignored my instincts to charge my cell phone and left my apartment with two bars knowing I could charge my phone at my desk at work. I said my morning prayers and left my building. As I passed my Jeep Grand Cherokee on the street, I stopped and briefly contemplated driving to work that day. Deciding against it, I headed towards the subway where I took the A train to Canal Street where I switched to the E train at 8:50 am. I remember looking at my watch and thinking my timing was perfect. I had on my cd walk-man listening to Kirk Franklin and I was reading the Prayer of Jabez. I had my lunch bag and work bag with me.

When I arrived to the World Trade Center, I exited the train and within seconds two police officers were running towards us covering a man with a jacket. He was bloody and obviously injured. I assumed someone had opened fire with a gun but that the situation was under control. I continued into the shopping mall at the World Trade Center Shoppes where I always cut through to reach my building. Seconds later, people were running towards me and I had to turn to run out of the building back into the subway terminal. I still didn’t know what was happening.

The Fanny Pack:  When you realized what had happened, what was going on around you?

Charlice:  Once inside the subway terminal, I had a choice to get back on the train about to leave or exit onto the street. I watched the train leave and had no choice but the exit onto the street. As I emerged from underground I found myself looking up at the North Tower with a huge hole with smoke billowing out. I could hear the fire, but I don’t remember seeing it. It was loud.

I was scared. I was alone. I kept trying to get closer to work where I would be safe with my colleagues. I eventually ended up standing in front of the South Tower. I saw papers blowing in the wind. I watched in horror as people jumped from the windows one after the other. I wondered how desperate the conditions were in the North Tower that the only and best option for survival was to jump tens of stories to a guaranteed death. I hated that those people had to decide how they wanted to die…burning or suffocating to death or hoping that by a shear miracle they would survive the jump to the street.

There was a group of women next to me on the street kneeling in prayer. I looked down at them not knowing they would be the reason I would be caught at the bottom of a stampede minutes later. My pager began to ring/vibrate every few seconds with my mother, boyfriend, friends and siblings asking me where I was, was I ok, please call…911.

A man over my right shoulder said, “Look they’re coming to put the fire out by plane.” A man slightly in front of me to the left yelled, “Oh shit, that planes about to hit the building.” Before we could turn to run we saw flight 175 lean slightly at an angle and rip into the building. There was a loud, loud noise of roaring engines, an explosion and fire…heat from the fire…shaking ground.

I turned to run and fell on top of the ladies that were praying. I was stepped on and run over by people fleeing for their lives. I cried for someone to help me. I kept trying to stand but kept being pulled down by a woman twice my size. I was holding onto my cell phone for dear life and someone kicked it from my hands. I thought I would die without it and began to crawl to reach it. I crawled from under the stampede. I ran for my life. As I ran away from the Twin Towers, firemen ran past me towards Ground Zero. I said, “God bless you” to them as we passed each other.

The Fanny Pack:  What were your immediate thoughts and actions amid the chaos?

Charlice:  When I first arrived and just the North Tower had been attacked, I remember thinking a gas explosion had occurred or a disgruntled employee had taken a bomb into the building. I also remember wondering how the fire would be put out. I never thought a plane had hit the building or that it had been deliberate.

It wasn’t until I witnessed the 2nd plane hitting that I realized that we were under attack and that our lives, our country was in danger. I worried that the entire city was under attack as was the rest of America. I worried about my family in other cities and prayed that they were not experiencing the terror I was.

The Fanny Pack:  In the moments, hours and days following the terrorist attacks, describe for me the interaction between the “strangers” you came across.

Charlice:  About 20 minutes after running from the South Tower a group of women stopped me on the street and told me to stop running. They told me I didn’t have any shoes on and that I was bleeding. That’s when I took inventory. I was bleeding from my legs and arms. My clothes had blood on them. My earphones were still on my ears but my cd player was gone. My lunch bag was clutched in my hands but it was empty as was my purse. My wallet was gone. No ID. No money. The women nursed my wounds and then a stranger bought me a pair of shoes. Gold sequenced thong sandals. Tacky, but God sent. After emerging from the store the ground began to shake and I looked behind me to see the South Tower falling to the ground. I began to run again.

We became a loving city, united to overcome and heal together. We protected one another. I was proud to be an American and a New Yorker.

The Fanny Pack:  Having gone to school in Washington, D.C., I know these attacks were especially difficult for you. How long did it take for you to reach and account for your friends/family?

Charlice:  I did not arrive home until after 1:00 pm that afternoon about 4 hours after my ordeal began. I remember having tried every pay phone in Manhattan only to find they didn’t work. Two blocks from my home, I stopped at a phone with people telling me it was broken as I approached it. I thought, “What the hell, what is one more broken phone going to change?” I picked it up, it had a dial tone. I made a collect call to my mother’s office. She answered the phone. After talking to her I went home and turned on the TV. It was then that I learned what had happened to our Nation. I answered phone calls the rest of the night. I ate take out from my favorite restaurant. I cried and I didn’t sleep. I went to work at a disaster recovery site the next morning. I sent emails out to my entire database to let people know I was ok.

The Fanny Pack:  Explain the immediate, short-term and lingering effects of that day.

Charlice:  Hell. Anger.  Revenge.  Prayer. Anxiety.  Confusion.  Hopelessness.  Helplessness.  Thankful.

Resentful.  Trauma.

I suffered from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. I participated in ground breaking Virtual Reality Therapy. I still think about it, but it doesn’t define me. I used to think the WTC attacks happened to me, but it didn’t. It was a horrific event that happened to our nation and I was there to witness it.

I don’t know who I was supposed to become before the WTC attacks. That person never came to fruition. The person I was before the WTC attacks is gone. To this day, I leave my house knowing I may die today. I have, however, learned to make every moment count. I take chances most people do not.

The Fanny Pack:  Have you been back to Ground Zero?

Charlice: Yes, I went back one week later. I worked across the Hudson River in Jersey City at our disaster recovery site for three months before relocating to our new offices on Wall Street. For 9 months, I took the A train to the E train World Trade Center subway stop. I walked past tanks and National Guardsmen with machine guns as I went to work daily. I haven’t been back to Ground Zero since 2006. I plan to take my 8 year old son to the memorial this December.

The Fanny Pack:  Did 9/11 change (or reinforce) your views on war?

Charlice:  [My thoughts were] kill the bastards. But I hate our soldiers have died.

The Fanny Pack:  What do you think the average American should know about that day and experiences like yours that may not have been conveyed in the media over the years?

Charlice:  While my story was just that, my story, there are thousands of stories that unite 911 survivors, heroes, widowers, motherless and fatherless children and parents who buried children prematurely in a common brotherhood and sisterhood.  Actions of others affect us all the time. [You have to] be more aware of how your actions affect others.

Batten Down the Hatches: East Coast Quaking

23 Aug

I honestly thought I was going to be considered certifiable today!

Myself and three of my co-workers thought we were loco in the coco when while chatting it up at work today, one of our executive’s desk began shaking.  When our receptionist went in to feel it, then sit on, she too confirmed the vibrating nature of the desk.

Upon further inspection (gotta love the instantaneousness of the internet), we learned from our local news and CNN that a 5.8 magnitude earthquake was felt from New York to as far south as North Carolina!


I understand tectonic shifts and fault lines and such, but let me speak candidly for just a second.  When deciding to settle down and take up roots, I purposely didn’t decide upon the Left Coast, and for this very reason!!!!

At this point, I am just trying to figure out what continent sits upon the least number of tectonic plates, because if anomalies like these keep up, it may be time for me and The Pack Household to there, sheesh!

Seriously though, did any of my Northeast/Mid-Atlantic readers feel this quake or its subsequent tremors and after-shocks?  Did you feel vindicated when the news outlets confirmed it and your friends and family had to apologize for calling you crazy?  With yesterday’s strong quake in Colorado and today’s assault on the I-95 corridor, did any of you originally think it was The Rapture?

Representatives Gone Wild: Social Media & the New York Congressmen Who Should Avoid Them

31 May

Obviously, I’m nothing more than a depraved mind, cloaked beneath the façade of the cultured and well-rounded Christian woman I pretend to be on the daily, because this Anthony Weiner story had me tickled pink (snickers) for most of the weekend and again, much of today. As reported by People.com:

A New York congressman says a lewd photo sent to a college student from his Twitter account was posted by a hacker – and he’s hired a lawyer to investigate, his office said Tuesday.

The kerfuffle, which some tabloid press is calling “Weinergate,” kicked off Friday when a photo of a man’s bulging crotch in boxer briefs appeared in Rep. Anthony Weiner’s Twitter stream.

The Tweet was addressed to college student Gennette Cordova, 21, of Seattle – but the image was visible to all of Weiner’s 40,000 followers.

The post was swiftly deleted, and the New York Democrat soon Tweeted that his account had been hacked. “More Weiner Jokes for all my guests,” he Tweeted.

Cordova denied that she had ever met Weiner, much less had a relationship with him as some bloggers intimated. (The photo was first reported by conservative commentator Andrew Breitbart’s biggovernment.com.)

“I have never met Congressman Weiner, though I am a fan,” she told the New York Daily News over the weekend. “I’ve never been to New York or to D.C.”

Cordova also addressed the fact she once Tweeted, “I wonder what my boyfriend @RepWeiner is up to,” explaining that it was a joke.

“I have seen myself labeled as the ‘Femme Fatale of Weinergate,’ ‘Anthony Weiner’s 21-year-old coed mistress’ and ‘the self-proclaimed girlfriend of Anthony Weiner,'” she told the Daily News in the statement. “All of this is so outlandish that I don’t know whether to be pissed off or amused.”

Frankly (giggles), I’m pretty sure this is a total non-story, and likely some perv’s idea of a humorous prank to play on a United States Congressman with an equally humorous last name; OR…it could very well be the GOP’s riposte to the Christopher Lee (also a Congressman from New York) Craigslist conundrum…Hmm.

At any rate, although through no fault of his own, I’d hope that with a last name like Weiner, Anthony will do everything in his power going forward to keep his privates (or reprobate privates disguised as his) out of the press!

I’m also going to need his twitter handlers to be more vigilant!  Sheesh.

Caption This: Fashion Face-off?

14 Sep

It’s New York Fashion Week people, and who better to sit front and center at today’s Rodarte Fashion Show than former White House Fashionista Social Secretary Desiree Rogers and ego-tripper extraordinaire Grammy Award Winning Super-Producer Kanye West.

 Karl Lagerfeld’s Shades! What could Ree and Ye possibly be talking about?  Anyone care to caption? I’ll start you off:

 “Yo Desiree, I’m really happy for you, and I’ma let you finish, but I have one of the best ostrich-feathered-front-row-fashion-show-recliners and Rodarte back stage passes of all time!”

September 11th: Day of Remembrance and Renewal

11 Sep

Today marks the nine year anniversary of the 9/11 Attacks; the day that America uttered a collective cry of shock and horror at the growing realization that four seemingly unrelated airplane crashes were actually strategic assaults against The United States.  Even now, when recalling that day and viewing the images that capture the most catastrophic and horrific terrorist attacks on American soil, it has become increasingly evident that the wounds that this country suffered are still raw and will take years, if not decades to heal.

Having randomly decided that day to cash-in a mental-health day (which in hindsight was a good idea), I can clearly remember sitting in my living room, shocked and confused by the breaking news and live footage of an airplane crash in New York City. Some thirty minutes later, that confusion was quickly replaced by horror, dismay and paralyzing fear.  Not only had airliners devastated the New York skyline twice, but planes had also gone down in Washington, D.C. and Pennsylvania.

Are the media outlets right about these crashes being deliberate?

Who’s travelling this week?

Where is my address book? 

Will more attacks occur around the country? 

Why isn’t she picking up? 

Who could have done this?

My mind was racing.  My thoughts were illogical.  Even in my quiet, out of the way neighborhood, I was continually peeking through my drapes into a cloudless sky.  In the days that passed, it became clear that al-Qaeda was claiming responsibility for the attacks.  It was equally clear that our government had begun making preparations to respond swiftly and decisively.  My friends and family were all safe and accounted for but like me, they were concerned about the political and social direction the nation would take after such a debilitating assault.

But as unified and patriotic as the American people became in the weeks and months after the attacks occurred, American attitudes of bigotry and intolerance also began to manifest against the citizens of this nation who just so happened to have similar features or be of the same faith as those heartless “architects of evil.”

I soon began hearing members of my multi-racial family using slurs and generalizations when speaking about Arabs.  Some of my black Republican friends were unabashedly adding terms like “raghead”, “jihadist” and “sand-n*****” to their vocabulary.  Two of my girlfriends from North Africa shared how draining it’d become to be deemed spokeswomen for all Muslims and being forced to defend a religion that didn’t even condone the extremist beliefs of the September 11th attackers in the first place.  I understood that America felt vulnerable and angry; we all felt that way.  But some Americans took this opportunity to cultivate the nation’s emotions and obvious fear of the unknown into an all-out and unwarranted condemnation of Muslims; both here and abroad.

Some nine years later, America’s sentiments regarding Muslims and Islam may not be as blatantly derogatory as they once were, but it is still evident by the “Ground-Zero Mosque” debates, the “Burn a Qur’an Day” arguments or the “POTUS Religious Preference Polls” that this nation still has a long way to go in the way of religious tolerance and cultural acceptance. 

Recognizing the necessity of bridge building, in 2009 President Obama signed into law The Service America Act.  Designating September 11 as the National Day of Service and Remembrance, the president’s goal has been to encourage Americans to come together to serve their communities in the same remarkable spirit of tolerance and compassion that has made this nation a multi-cultural beacon around the world.

This year’s 9/11 Day of Service and Remembrance will be highlighted by signature projects in six cities – New York City; Washington, DC; Boston; Arlington, VA; Los Angeles; and Philadelphia, as well as other events taking place in all 50 states. From volunteers participating in neighborhood and school cleanups, home repairs and assembling care packages for our armed forces members, to emergency preparedness training and interfaith dialogues, today’s observance is not only about honoring the past; recognizing the nation’s heroes in their valiant calls to action, but is also about embracing our future and supporting real efforts to bridge the gaps of understanding for the sake of becoming a one (truly collective) nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

“They’s Married Now!”

2 Aug

Chelsea Clinton was not the only notable celebrity to tie the knot in a private but grandiose ceremony this weekend.  While the former first daughter was becoming Mrs. Marc Mezvinsky in a paparazzi-free service with a reported 400 tight-lipped guests in Rhineback, NY, on the other side of the world another luminary wedding had taken place.  In a ceremony officiated by spiritualist Deepak Chopra near the French isle of Corsica, Kaseem Dean aka Swizz Beatz demonstratively (and finally) made an honest woman of his Grammy Award winning superstar fiancé, Alicia Keys.

 The pair was married in a ceremony reported to have taken place aboard a 260 foot yacht overlooking the Mediterranean Sea near the exclusive Costa Smeralda enclave.  Like Chelsea Clinton, Keys donned a Vera Wang original for the special day, while her beau was decked out in a Tom Ford white tuxedo-fusion ensemble.  Friend of the couple, Christian Louboutin designed the wedding footwear for both the bride and groom.  Aside from the couples family and close friends who were in attendance, it’s been reported that celebs like U2’s Bono as well as Queen Latifah were among the stars on the high-profile guest list.

 Having stumbled upon this “breaking news” last night and then again in a CNN.com story this morning, the nuptials were described as “a wedding between R&B power couple Alicia Keys and Swizz Beatz.”  It is simply amazing to me how all of a sudden, mainstream media has coined the two a “power couple.”  In fairness, Swizzy has held his own as a super-producer over the last decade, but it seems a stretch to me that his marrying Alicia Keys would now propel their relationship into the realm of power anything in the eyes of mainstream media.  I suppose though, since Alicia has continued to be the darling of R&B (the recent home-wrecker accusations notwithstanding), her marriage called for some sort of conspicuous coverage and categorization, even though her husband was a virtual unknown outside of the Hip-Hop/R&B world until news of their affair relationship came to light back in 2008.

 For me, I think it will be interesting to see how Swizz and Alicia quickly go from R&B newlyweds to proud “power couple” parents in the media in just the next few months, and if the world will remember that although this will be their first child together, the baby’s pappy has sired three other children (two with his ex-wife Mashonda Tifrere and one other, whom it appears he doesn’t openly acknowledge).  Regardless of the way that I personally feel about their relationship though, I am not saying that they don’t have the right to move on with their lives and be happy.  What I am saying however, is that I am always very amazed to find a situation where scandal and infidelity are so easily swept under the rug and dismissed when otherwise respected and celebrated figures are involved, while their less famous ex’s are left with the “other” children and looking like angry and bitter ne’er do wells.

 But hey, although united through situations and factors on seemingly opposite ends of the marital spectrum, I wish both the Mezvinskys and The Beatzs a happy and prosperous marriage where love, integrity and fidelity shape the legacy of their lives together.

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