Towering Inferno: no flame, no game

The explanation for the collapse was a jet fuel fire that burned hot enough (875ºC.), long enough to weaken the steel in the structure (2,000ºC). Calculations of the heat value of jet fuel must include the absorption of that heat by nitrogen and carbon dioxide in the air, by unburned carbon particles, by concrete and steel in the building. These taken together show that there is too little caloric energy in jet fuel and even the contents of the offices to increase the heat sufficiently to compromise the integrity of the steel components.  This is what is would take to allow for the first collapse of a steel structure from fire in the history of the world. Now  look at the WTC 1 after the initial fire died down. Does that look like an inferno? I see perhaps three scattered fires, a bit of black smoke, no towering inferno.

Now let's look at a close-up of damage to the WTC 1. It might be hot enough for a weenie roast, but not a towering inferno capable of weakening the integrity of the steel structure. Do you see the man near the right edge looking out between the pillars? On the next floor down on the left, do you see the woman leaning out for a look? Do you think they just walked through a blazing inferno to get there?

A close-up of these survivors of the crash becomes a bit poignant. They probably didn't survive to tell about their experience, though. If it hadn't been for the surprise demolition that was to occur a few minutes later they could have had a marshmallow roast and waited for the imminent rescue. One of these two has been tentatively identified as Edna Cintron, an administrative assistant for Marsh & McLennan  Edna Cintron was born on October 14, 1954. She was 46 years old.  Born in Puerto Rico, She was brought to New York by her mother when she was about five. They were poor. She made it through the 11th grade, but did not graduate from high school. (Recently, she was going to school to prepare herself for a GED, a test that is the equivalent of a high school diploma and is crucial to career advancement.)

William worked as a doorman in an apartment building on the swanky Upper East Side, five days a week, from 7am to 3pm. Then, each work day after three, he drove to the Harlem flower shop they jointly owned, Sweet William's Florist, where he labored until 8pm. He was at the florist's on Saturdays, and Edna joined him there often on Sundays.

For Edna Cintron and her husband, William, every evening fit into a comforting routine. "She had everything prompt, clean, neat, organized," Mr. Cintron, a 44-year- old doorman, said of his 46-year-old wife, an administrative assistant for Marsh & McLennan. "She would come out of work, come home, cook, make sure that when I would come out of work there was food on the table and everything. And every night we would have ice cream and we would watch TV."

That simple routine in their home in East Elmhurst, Queens, was remarkable, Mr. Cintron said, because they each had been homeless, and in their 12 years of marriage they had struggled with his alcoholism. "We started from the bottom," he said, "and we worked our way all the way up to the top," even opening a florist business, Sweet William's, in East Harlem.

Mr. Cintron said that his wife had given him the courage to go to detox and that last January he celebrated 12 years of sobriety. "She made sure that she kept me in check," he said. "She made sure that I did the things I was supposed to do. She was a very, very strong woman because she would put her foot down.

"She was more like a mother to me. She would make sure that I would eat right and she would make sure that no one would manipulate me. So she was also my backbone. She made me strong. She made me who I am today."

Edna Cintron had one more courageous act to her credit in her abbreviated life. She ventured out to take a look at the world moments before it came crushing down and in that act demonstrated for all of us the lie that the WTC's collapsed because of a blazing inferno.

Edna Cintron was not alone as a courageous victim of the mass murder that day in the heart of the financial district. When Chief Palmer radioed from the 78th floor, he could see only two pockets of fire, and called for a pair of engine companies to fight them. the impact zone, which ran from the 78th to the 84th floors. source: Lost Voices of Firefighters, Some on 78th Floor New York Times, August 4, 2002 By JIM DWYER and FORD FESSENDEN http://www.mishalov.com/wtc_lostvoicesfiredept.html  

© 2004, Allen Aslan Heart / White Eagle Soaring of the Little Shell Pembina Band, a Treaty Tribe of the Ojibwe Nation.

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