Where were the Helicopters?






As we all hail our recently departed Mayor, Mr. Rudolph Giuliani, a man almost uniformly decreed as the greatest thing since sliced bread, we might wish to pause and ask one nagging, little question:  Where were the helicopters?


In 1993, at time of the first attack on the World Trade Center, I distinctly recall that helicopters were summoned to remove people from the apex of Tower One.  At the time of the second assault, the need for such imaginative measures were infinitely greater. And, at the time of the second strike, the use of helicopters would not have taken such a great imagination since they had already been employed in 1993, when Mr. David Dinkins was Mayor of New York.


Usually, I think there is something masochistic or at least plainly pathological in compulsively viewing film footage of horrid occurrences, such as the assassination of John F. Kennedy, the wasted bodies of Nazi concentration and death camp victims, and the starving children of so many sites in the world.  However, I think it is time, perhaps, to look again at the World Trade Center video recordings – hopefully without soundtracks of commentators waxing hysterical with hyperbolic, hagiographic exaltations of Giuliani – and  to think.


Very simply, the film footage shows that many of the floors of both towers, which were above the areas of impact, were not engulfed in flames. The people situated in the upper reaches of the Towers suffered deaths that were far from instantaneous and perhaps, in many cases, avoidable.  For example, in Tower Two the area of impact extended, I believe, from the 78th to the 84th floors.  Most of the people above the 90th floor, or at the very least above the 95th floor, were not immediately convulsed in heat and smoke and holocaust.  There was time.  They could not descend the stairs (One small exception existed in Tower Two where, I believe, about eighteen people were able to traverse the floors that were hit by the plane) because they could not walk through horrific fire.  But they could have risen to the roof, and the City of New York should have risen to the occasion.


Of course the victims could not have been expected to ascend to the zenith of the Towers unless they had some reason to believe that helicopters would come to secure their rescue.  But the City of New York, armed with historical memory, of what it had done in 1993,  should have sent helicopters to the roofs of the Towers, and perhaps to the upper windows of the Towers. The Towers could have been transformed from an immense crematorium to an edifice of salvation, festooned with helicopters in the sky like a Christmas Tree in lights – and then, perhaps, I would have been able to celebrate my allegedly infinitely ingenious and brilliant City this past Christmas.


Perhaps my metaphors are somewhat misplaced and fanciful.  But I fail to see the flaw in the fundamental idea.   When I have voiced this idea, some people, wedded to the doctrine of mayoral infallibility, speculated that only a few helicopters would have been available for rescue.  Other people told me that there “wasn’t enough time” to assemble helicopters.  Such ruminations are absurd:  New York is the greatest City in the only Superpower in the World; I know of at least one heliport that was less than two miles from the World Trade Center; and the Towers were standing tall well over an hour after they were struck.  There was ample time to amass our ample strength and to send squadrons of helicopters to the Towers.  Some people have told me that the idea of helicopters in the sky – at times engulfed in billowing smoke, besieged with too many fleeing and clinging office workers, and perhaps occasionally charred by the outreaching flames – is a picture of chaos and mayhem and disorder.  But rescue situations are, by definition, somewhat messy.  I do not think they are ever easy.  I do not think the element of danger can ever be avoided.


And indeed the men of the uniformed services of the City of New York never shirked their duty; they walked bravely into danger.  And hundreds of them died.  I feel only grief for the privates in this army who are dead.  They followed their leaders with all the elan of European  soldiers in 1914.  But their leaders seemed to have had all the hubris and mental mediocrity of those leaders of 1914.  Instead of sending so many men into the buildings and the very clutches of death, they should have been putting helicopters into the air.


But I suppose my reasoning must be deemed fallacious.  After all, Giuliani is a pugnacious and pragmatic Republican with a knack for anything relating to Law Enforcement.  And  although we witnessed a decline in crime, in New York, in the last two years of the administration of David Dinkins, we all know, just intuitively know, that since David Dinkins was a liberal Democrat, and a black and bland liberal Democrat at that, he must have had some congenital inability to grasp anything in, or remotely related to, the field of law enforcement.  And so with this facile and racist generalization, my starry idea of helicopters in the sky will, I suppose, flicker away and be forgotten.


Copyright, David Gottfried, 2001





Testosterone Displacement and Variations in Male Sexuality

.Testosterone Displacement and Variations in Male Sexuality


I am a gay man, and, as one might suspect, I have seen many men in states of undress and sexual excitation.  What I have seen leads me believe that many differences in sexual behavior, penile size, physique and body hair are the consequence of varying uses of testosterone by the body.

I have seen quite a few men with a huge amount of body hair who have markedly small penises.  I once encountered a man who had a veritable carpet of hair on his body whose penis was so small that he felt compelled to sit down when he urinated.  What is going on here.  I humbly submit (I am not a doctor but given the abundance of cerebral shrimps I have seen in medicine perhaps I should have gone into the “healing profession”)  that too much testosterone is going into the production of hair and not enough testosterone is devoted toward the elongation of the penis.

Also, I have known quite a few drag queens and markedly effeminate men with enormous penises and profoundly, almost gravely and austerely, masculine features. I know one drag queen, for example, who has a chiseled angularity about him that would have made him ideal for playing very macho roles in film and theatre – his stern and severe face makes John Wayne look like the quintessential sissy.  (By the way:  I am not referring to myself.  I have a stern face, but I am short; he is over six feet tall, and I have never found drag appealing – I think it’s all terribly boring and decidedly unattractive.)  What is going on here:  Again, I humbly submit that the matter is one of testosterone displacement or application.  I think that so much testosterone is directed toward penile growth and the development of angular, macho features that there is only a scant amount of testosterone left over to masculinize the mind.

Yes, this is a short essay.  But I always placed great stock in Nietzsche’s dictum about writing: Say in ten sentences what other people fail to say in a book.  That said, adios amigos.


Copyright, David Gottfried, 2012