I was 13 years old. In two weeks, I was to become a Bar Mitzvah within the Jewish religion, and I was about to become a man officially. It was 6:00 pm on October 25; I remember my parents, my three sisters, and I sitting on the sofa in our living room. My father still had on his Pittsburgh Police Uniform, having come home from his shift. Never, ever before this moment had I noticed a look of fear in his eyes, a slight tremble in his hands as he pointed to the furniture in our house, asking us to sit and watch the news.
At the height of the Cold War, for two weeks in October 1962, the world teetered on the edge of thermonuclear war. Earlier that fall, the Soviet Union, under orders from Premier Nikita Khrushchev, began to secretly deploy a nuclear strike force in Cuba, just 90 miles from the United States. President John F. Kennedy said the missiles would not be tolerated and insisted on their removal. (National Archives) On October 25, 1962, Walter Cronkite appeared on his news show and informed Americans that, in fact, the US had just placed an embargo on Cuba.
Walter Cronkite appeared on TV and looked straight ahead as the cameras panned in on his face. To this day, I swear, he was looking at the entire Buncher Family eye to eye. His message was honest and to the point, saying to his audience, I am not confident what will happen next to America, and I was terrified!
September 11, 2001. I was the Assistant Executive at the Houston JCC; suddenly, some members of the JCC entered the Executive offices and told us we needed to listen to the news; something unbelievable was happening in NYC. 9:03:02: Flight 175 crashes into the south face of the South Tower (2 WTC) of the World Trade Center, between floors 77 and 85. All passengers and crew are killed together with an unknown number inside the building. 10:28:25: The North Tower of the World Trade Center collapses, 1 hour and 42 minutes after the impact of Flight 11. The Marriott Hotel, located at the base of the two towers, is also destroyed. (Wikipedia)
It wasn’t panic, but there was a sense of urgency, a sense that madness might become reality. We issued a directive for members and staff to go home with their families. We had seniors and preschoolers in the building, some of whom could not immediately evacuate; many staff remained with these groups until they could leave.
Throughout that morning, rumors flew, nightmares became daymares, and the news once again stated that they had no idea what might happen to the United States.
Another colossal question was what would happen to the United States, and I was once again terrified.
Twice in my lifetime, real-time history gripped my throat, choking my lungs, seemingly smothering me. Twice in my lifetime had I become numb, too anxious to move, to think…and as November 5, 2024, approaches, I find myself facing the same questions as I did in 1962, and 2001, WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN TO THE UNITED STATES!