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Thursday, March 28, 2024
The memorial service
There were many speeches, mostly by labor and workers' rights advocates, music including a gut-wrenching version of We Shall Overcome, and a fire bell that rang as each of the 146 names was read.
But this was the most emotional moment: a fire ladder raised to the sixth floor while bagpipes played. I couldn't help thinking of the workers on the eighth and ninth floors, leaning out of the windows, desperately hoping for rescue, watching the ladder rise, rise, and then—stop.
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