La asistente de vuelo Betty Ong, alertó al personal de tierra que el vuelo 11 de American Airlines estaba siendo secuestrado el 11 de septiembre de 2001.
El 11 de septiembre de 2001, Betty Ong descolgó un teléfono en la parte trasera del vuelo 11 de American Airlines y marcó un número que sabía de memoria del departamento de reservas de la aerolínea.
Tenía 45 años, llevaba 14 trabajando para American y su familia la llamaba cariñosamente "Bee". No estaba programada para trabajar esa mañana, había aceptado ese viaje adicional a Los Angeles para poder irse de vacaciones con su hermana.
A las 8:19 a. m., 14 minutos después del despegue desde Boston, un agente de reservas en Raleigh, Carolina del Norte, respondió a la llamada esperando atender a un cliente.
La cabina no responde. Han herido a alguien en clase ejecutiva y creo que han usado gas lacrimógeno, no podemos respirar. No lo sé, creo que nos están secuestrando.
El agente puso a su supervisora, Nydia Gonzalez, al teléfono. González conectó la llamada con el centro de operaciones de la aerolínea en Texas. Durante los siguientes 23 minutos, Betty permaneció al teléfono informando de la situación.
Facilitó los números de asiento de los secuestradores:
2A, 2B y 9B. Esos tres números permitieron al FBI identificarlos antes de que terminara el día. Informó que los hombres habían irrumpido a la fuerza en la cabina de mando. Reportó el uso de gas lacrimógeno y comunicó que los pasajeros se estaban desplazando hacia la clase turista para poder respirar. Pidió, en más de una ocasión, que alguien llamara a la cabina, y mantuvo un tono de voz sereno.
Solo se grabaron los primeros cuatro minutos.
González escuchó el resto y lo transmitió en tiempo real a la línea de emergencia.
A las 8:46, mientras González seguía transmitiendo la información, Betty dijo: "Recen por nosotros. Recen por nosotros". Luego, la línea quedó en silencio. "¿Qué está pasando, Betty? Betty, háblame"
El vuelo 11 se había estrellado contra la Torre Norte.
En 2004, la Comisión del 11-S reprodujo la grabación en público. González aclaró que las primeras noticias habían sido erróneas, Betty nunca perdió los nervios ni entró en pánico. Se mantuvo tranquila y profesional hasta el final.
Su hermano Harry conserva una fotografía de ella en su escritorio. Lo que él recuerda es que ella no pidió que rezaran por ella, sino por "nosotros".💔🕊️ #News #September11 #Usa #Newyork #BettyAnnOng
Twenty-five years ago today, the first warning anybody on the ground received did not come from the FAA, or NORAD, or the FBI. It came from a 45-year-old flight attendant crouched in the back galley of the plane that was already hijacked.
American Airlines Flight 11 left Logan at 7:59 a.m. It was taken somewhere over central Massachusetts around 8:14.
At 8:19, Betty Ong got on an airphone with a calling card and reached American Airlines operations in Cary, North Carolina. The man who picked up thought at first it was a prank.
She stayed on that line for 23 minutes. She stayed on it until the aircraft hit the North Tower.
Listen to what she is actually doing in those 23 minutes. She is not screaming. She reports that the cockpit will not answer. She reports that two flight attendants have been stabbed, and names them, Karen Martin and Barbara Arestegui. She reports a passenger stabbed in business class. She reports that someone has sprayed mace in the forward cabin and that they cannot breathe back there. She says, in a voice people who have heard the tape describe as almost conversational, that she thinks they are being hijacked.
Then she starts giving seat numbers.
At the same time, in another galley on the same airplane, a 35-year-old flight attendant named Amy Sweeney was on a line to Michael Woodward, the flight service manager at Logan and a friend of hers for ten years. She had two small children at home in Acton, Massachusetts.
Sweeney gave him three seats. 9D. 9G. 10B.
Woodward wrote them down. Somebody pulled the manifest and looked up those seat assignments while the plane was still in the air.
9D was Mohamed Atta. 9G was Abdulaziz al-Omari. 10B was Satam al-Suqami.
Names, addresses, phone numbers, credit cards. The men who planned the entire operation to be anonymous were identified by name before the second plane had even hit, because a flight attendant on a hijacked aircraft did the most boring, most disciplined thing imaginable and read out seat assignments.
Woodward asked Sweeney to look out the window and tell him what she could see.
She said she saw water. She said she saw buildings. She said they were flying very low, way too low.
Then she said, "Oh my God."
The line went dead at 8:46.
Two women, on the first aircraft, with no training for any of this and no reason left to believe they were going to live. They spent the last twenty minutes of their lives calmly feeding intelligence to people on the ground.
Everything the country learned that morning, it learned from them first.
She never called her family to say goodbye. Instead, Sara Low used her final 30 minutes to make sure the FBI knew who attacked America.
Trapped at 30,000 feet with no weapon, 28-year-old flight attendant Sara Low held the only tool that could expose the 9/11 hijackers to the world: 14 numbers memorized in her head.
When terrorists stormed the cockpit of American Airlines Flight 11, chaos erupted in the cabin. Flight attendant Amy Sweeney scrambled to grab an onboard airphone to alert the ground team, but hit a devastating wall - she didn't have a calling card to bypass the system lock.
Without her wallet on hand, Sara stepped forward. She didn't have plastic, but she had clarity. She had memorized her family’s AT&T calling card digits.
Sara handed those numbers to Amy, unlocking a lifeline to the ground.
For the next 20 minutes, Amy stayed on the line with American Airlines flight services in Boston. Because of Sara's calling card, the FBI received its very first concrete intelligence of the day: exact seat numbers of the hijackers, physical descriptions, and their movements in the cabin.
While Amy relayed the critical data, Sara spent her final half-hour moving terrified passengers toward the rear of the plane, shielding them from danger.
Sara had the means to use that airphone. She could have called her parents. She could have said a final goodbye to her sister.
She didn't. She chose to make sure the world would know the truth instead.
True heroism isn't defined by muscle or weapons. It’s defined by presence of mind in the face of impossible terror - and the selfless decision of who that mind chooses to serve.
#archaeohistories
I reread this every year.
I cry like a baby every year.
Todd Beamer died a father, husband, and hero.
Todd: Hello… Operator… listen to me. I can’t speak very loud. This is an emergency. I’m a passenger on a United flight to San Francisco. Our plane has been hijacked.
Lisa: I understand. Can they see you?
Todd: No. There are three that we know of. They have knives — razor knives, like box cutters. Someone announced from the cockpit there was a bomb. It sounded fake.
Lisa: Your name?Todd: Todd Beamer. United Flight 93.Todd: They killed one passenger in first class. They forced most of us back. Fourteen of us here. Five flight attendants. The guy with the bomb ordered us to sit on the floor.
Lisa: Are you okay?
Todd: We’re going down… wait. No. We’re leveling off. We changed directions. We’re flying east again.
Todd: A guy named Jeremy called his wife. She told him two planes hit the World Trade Center. Lisa, is that true?
Lisa: I have to tell you the truth. It’s very bad. Both towers are gone. A third plane hit the Pentagon. Our country is under attack. I’m afraid your plane may be part of their plan.
Todd: Oh God. Lisa, will you do something for me? Call my wife and my kids. Promise me you’ll call.
Lisa: I promise.
Todd: Our home number is… You have the same name as my wife. Lisa. We’ve been married ten years. She’s pregnant with our third child. Tell her I love her. I’ll always love her. We have two boys — David, he’s 3, and Andrew, he’s 1. Tell them their daddy loves them and he is so proud of them. The baby is due January 12th. I saw an ultrasound. We still don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy.
Lisa: I’ll tell them. I promise, Todd.(Lisa patches in the FBI.)
Agent: Todd, your plane is on a course for Washington. Best guess is the White House or the Capitol.
Todd: I understand. I’ll be back.
Todd: Everyone knows this isn’t a normal hijacking. We have decided we will not be pawns in their plot.
Lisa: What are you going to do?
Todd: Four of us are going to rush the one with the bomb. Then the cockpit. A stewardess is getting boiling water. We’ll take them out.
Todd: Would you pray with me?They pray the Lord’s Prayer. Then: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me.
Todd: God help me. Jesus help me.Are you guys ready? Let’s Roll.
Every year on 9/11 I take the kids to ground zero to write down names engraved in the memorial. Then we go home and look them up to talk about their stories. Today, my youngest was writing a name when a woman walked up and asked her what she was doing. When she explained, the woman gently asked “will you write down my son’s name too?” We spent the next few minutes talking to Morton Frank’s mother about his life. He was 31. When I asked her how she was holding up on the 25th anniversary she teared up and said, “same as every other day.” #neverforget
Espera, ¿me estás diciendo que están juzgando a una mujer por asesinar a sus 3 hijos, pero que ella no recuerda haberlos matado, es el marido quien lo dijo y en el arma con el que supuestamente ella los mató solo se encontraron las huellas de él?
@Haleemarh_Gumel You’re 100% right. He showed no consideration for you as his wife. A basket full of expensive makeup and he’d rather play the nice guy for other people. That was incredibly inconsiderate of him. I’d use his credit card and buy every single item from that basket for myself.
@NaToSaphiX This is like the time a supervisor gave me a Starbucks gift card after a hard shift, I go to upload the card to the app and the card was completely empty 😭
@ThoughtCrimes80 It’s a DESERT music festival, her not knowing it’s going to be blazing hot during the day and freezing cold at night is her fault, not Coachella’s 😂 and not looking up the map to find the parking lot before showing up?! Wtf!
@papiwontmiss How? She was given a direction and she followed it???
Also if it’s not mandatory attendance & it’s beginning of the semester, what are we crying for really?