After September 11, more than a million tons of the World Trade Center was loaded onto barges and shipped to a garbage dump on Staten Island.
Then hundreds of men and women stood at conveyor belts for ten months and picked through every ounce of it by hand.
They were looking for people.
The place is called Fresh Kills. For fifty years it was the largest landfill in the world. It took its last barge of household trash on March 22, 2001, and shut down for good. New York was finally done with it.
Five and a half months later, at two o'clock in the morning on September 12, the landfill's director got a phone call at home. He had just walked in the door.
Two trucks were at the gate. They were carrying pieces of the World Trade Center.
He drove back.
The man who ran the dump would later say, without any drama, that if Fresh Kills had not been closed, this could never have happened. There would have been no room. The garbage would have been in the way.
The site was empty. So that is where the towers went.
Here is how it worked.
At Ground Zero, cranes and grapplers lifted the debris into dump trucks. The trucks drove to a pier on the Hudson. There, the load went onto barges, six hundred tons at a time. The barges were towed down the harbor, past the Statue of Liberty, to Staten Island. More than fifteen hundred barges made the trip.
At Fresh Kills, sanitation workers unloaded them onto a hill.
And then the sorting began.
The debris was mechanically screened into three sizes. Chunks bigger than eight inches. Two to eight inches. A quarter inch to two inches. Anything smaller than a quarter of an inch, the size of a fingernail, fell through the last sieve.
Everything above that size went onto a conveyor belt.
And along the belts stood the detectives.
NYPD. FBI. Port Authority police. Medical examiners. Dressed head to toe in white Tyvek suits, in masks, in gloves, on a hill that stank of jet fuel and pulverized concrete and things nobody wanted to name. Looking down at the belt, hour after hour, as the towers rolled past them a fist-sized chunk at a time.
When they saw something, they reached in and took it, and placed it in a white bucket at their feet.
A wedding ring. A photo ID. A set of keys. A shoe.
A piece of a person.
The white buckets went to a tent that served as a morgue.
The volume was beyond comprehension. In mid-September the operation was processing 1,750 tons of debris a day. By mid-October, 17,500 tons a day. Ten times more. Round the clock. The 200-acre hill was declared a federal crime scene and stayed one for ten months.
A retired NYPD detective later wrote down what a shift looked like, because almost nobody outside knew it existed.
You wake at 3 a.m. You get a giant coffee. You drive two hours in the dark from Orange County, through New Jersey, to Staten Island. You park at the bottom of a hill that looks like the end of the world. You put on the white suit. You go to your belt. You stand there. You look.
Then you drive two hours home and do it again tomorrow.
Sanitation workers pulled sixteen-hour shifts, seven days a week. One of them, a supervisor named Barry Asnes, said afterward what kept him there. We were attacked on our own soil, in the city where I was born. This was personal.
The operation did not stop for weather. It did not stop for Christmas. It ran until July 2002. Ten months.
By the end, the men and women on that hill had recovered thousands of human remains. Tens of thousands of personal effects. Wallets, badges, wedding bands, photographs, all cleaned and catalogued and returned to families who had nothing else to bury.
When they were finished, the remaining material was placed in a 48-acre section of the landfill, a mound two hundred and twenty-five feet high, and covered.
It is a park now.
Many of the men and women who stood on that hill have lung disease. Asthma. Cancer. PTSD. The air they were breathing, eight and ten and sixteen hours a day, was full of the towers. Some of them have died of it.
Almost nobody knows their names. Almost nobody knows the place.
Mention Fresh Kills and 9/11 in the same sentence, the retired detective wrote, and most people will have no idea what you are talking about.
Here is what you should know.
Two thousand seven hundred and fifty-three people were murdered in those towers. Only about six in ten have ever been identified.
Every one of those identifications came out of a white bucket.
Every wedding ring returned to a widow. Every badge returned to a firehouse. Every fragment of bone matched to a name and buried with a headstone instead of a question mark.
Somebody in a white suit, standing at a belt on a garbage dump at four in the morning, reached into the World Trade Center as it rolled past, and picked that person up, and put them in a bucket, and sent them home.
They did that for ten months.
Nobody applauded on the hill. There was nobody to watch.
They did it anyway. 🇺🇸
I’m convinced cars are so insultingly expensive now because manufacturers have completely lost the plot!! 🙄🤦🏻♀️
I need my car to DRIVE.
I don’t need a panoramic command center, biometric identification, ambient lighting that matches my menstrual cycle and a computer that requires a software update before I can turn the freakin air conditioner on. 😭
Please, for the love of God just give me AC, Bluetooth, MAYBE a backup camera and an engine that doesn’t DIE at 70,000 miles.
You built a vehicle. Stop adding unnecessary shit that’s making them unaffordable…..
In honor and remeberence of 9-10 and 9-11 I would like to present the left with the following notification.
All of your "cards," eg., race card, gender card, Islamophobic card, trans card, gay card, non-binary card, and all other cards you may have invented by the time this notification is received, have now been permanently and irrevocably cancelled.
We quite literally don't care what you call us anymore.
No edits… no artificial intelligence… These two profoundly horrible people are laughing during this ceremony?! Look at the people behind them for contrast.
Absolutely disgusting.
President Trump we love you, but I don’t need the $5,000. I need illegals gone, Muslims gone, <$2 gas, and some asses in jail for 1/6 and 2020 steal.
That’s what I need.
Saving the planet, I’m told, requires abolishing capitalism.
We need “an environment that provides for all people” says @AOC.
Greed “is literally destroying our planet," says @SenSanders.
Their answer is: socialism.
They’re wrong—free markets protect nature better.
NO LEADERSHIP: Several Bangor city councilors deny watching the viral homeless trail video.
(Which has ~28 million views across platforms)
What does it say when Bangor is at the center of the largest story in the country, and city leadership isn't aware??
Today I visited the now-former home of wannabe warlords and scam artist Abdullahi Ali, the Somali fraudster @TheMaineWire exposed back in March 2025, to plant an American flag.
Maine taxpayers - 1
African Scam Artists - 500,000,000+
Found out last night Ali -- while he was earning $5M per year in Medicaid and getting no-bid contracts from @GovJanetMills -- wasn't paying his taxes. County records show he skipped out on $44K+ in state taxes in 2023 and 2024, which implies he bagged more than $400k in taxpayer cash -- that we know of -- while he was running his warlord campaign in Jubbaland. Now @bangorsavings is foreclosing on the deadbeat scammer's Falmouth house. Ali has fled to Africa and refuses to return to the U.S. He was trying to sell for $1 million.
Ali managed to rake in taxpayer cash while skipping out on taxes, in part, because of his deep connections to the Democrat Party: Rep. Deqa Dhalac (D-South Portland) served as an assistant executive director; Rep. Yusuf Yusuf (D-Portland) worked for the company before going on to found his own home health care agency; Ekhlas Ahmed, a former Gateway employee, now works as the “policy analyst” for the Office of New Americans, formed by Gov. Janet Mills but based on a bill from Dhalac; and Safiya Khalid, a Democratic activist in Lewiston, worked as an assistant to Ali before starting Gateway’s political arm, the Community Organizing Alliance (COA).
Ali formed COA with two of his ex-employees, Safiya Khalid and Mohamed Khalid, and @TroyJackson207's ex-chief of staff, BJ McCollister, who is also business partners with Jackson's lobbyist son. Gateway and COA operated a taxpayer-funded Get Out the Vote scheme out of the Gateway offices in Portland and Lewiston. It's all right in the documents: state contracts, payment records, the website COA quickly tried to cover up.
When we first broke the story on Gateway Community Services, Ali's so-called migrant agency, ZERO Maine media picked up the story. This was before @nickshirleyy rocked Minn. with his fraud reporting. We had documents, records, and evidence to back up Gateway's serial over-billing, and then we had a named whistleblower come forward to allege a 5-year-long systematic fraud scheme. Still: silence from the Maine media and Mills. The whistleblower told us that he'd submitted a tip to @dunlap4congress's Office of the State Auditor back in 2024 -- more than a year before he went to the Media. He never heard back from Dunlap.
Will the taxpayers ever get paid back? I doubt it. But hopefully some nice family gets to live in this house instead of scammers, ingrates, and wannabe warlords.
"I’ve never fell off a big chimney. You only fall off one of them once."
Steeplejack Fred Dibnah, back in 1979. He became a national treasure for doing this sort of thing.
"Do you know what I think?
– I don't think it was the good ones that got out of your country,
I think it was the bad ones, and I think you brought with you your archaic value system, and your commitment to religion over democracy, and over anything else, including the rule of law."
– Mike Sanders #CitizenVigilante
NEW LONG FORM VIDEO: What went wrong with Krispy Kreme?
In 2003, Krispy Kreme was one of the hottest companies in America. Its market cap reached around $3 billion, and customers were camping out overnight just to get their hands on its famous donuts.
Today, the picture looks very different. The company's stock has traded near all-time lows, its major partnership with McDonald's was canceled, and Krispy Kreme is carrying more than $1 billion in debt.
But what's especially interesting is that this isn't the first time Krispy Kreme has faced a major collapse. In fact, the company has nearly died twice throughout its history.
How did one of America's hottest brands rise, fall, come back, and find itself struggling once again?
This is the rise and fall of Krispy Kreme.