People don't talk about the
numbers anymore.
We have the more or less final death numbers from the Twin
Towers, but the story is fine print on page 7B.
The first number I heard, back on September 11th, was
60,000. "There are as many as 60,000 people in World Trade One
during business hours," the expert on TV was saying.
The second number I heard was 100,000, spoken by a CNN
commentator after the second plane hit the second building. All
day long I heard these numbers. No wonder we thought the
apocalypse was at hand.
The next few days were dominated by Mayor Giuliani and his numbers. He speculated that there were 20,000 missing, but
worried that the figure might rise. He emphasized the toll of
dead firefighters. "Entire companies have been wiped out," he
said.
A week or so later the number went to 10,000, then to 8,000,
then settled for a long time right at 6,000 "missing." This
became the more or less "official" number, and there were a few
articles about miraculous escapes, the people who had scurried
down the stairwells, the ones who had been late to work. I still
notice people using the number 6,000, especially overseas,
because they've missed the follow-up reports.
But the number kept steadily falling, a dozen at a time, a
hundred here, a hundred there, as duplicate names were
eliminated. Names submitted by foreign embassies were compared to
names submitted by companies in the building. Names phoned in by
loved ones were checked for spelling variants against the
official lists. It was obvious that the numbers would go even
lower.
And yet this was not news. There was an odd psychological
block against hearing this, much less celebrating it. I didn't
see a single New York editorial that said, "Thank God it wasn't
worse. Thank God so many people got out." At one point the death
toll dropped one thousand bodies in a single report, which would
seem to be cause for rejoicing but came across instead as an
almost grudging acknowledgment that the original estimates were
way off.
The original estimates weren't just off. They were fantastic
exaggerations so colossal that they make me doubt all those
stories about the tolls in foreign earthquakes and tidal waves.
Supposedly every media organization in America has a protocol:
they don't report any number until it's verified by official
authorities who have presumably counted actual bodies. That
obviously went by the wayside in this case.
The current numbers are 2,183 missing and 693 bodies
identified, for a total of 2,876 presumed dead. (I tried to find
out if this includes the ten dead terrorists or not. I don't
believe it does, because I couldn't find their names in the
Newsday list, and that newspaper has done the best job of
accounting for the dead.) This is an incredible tragedy, but it's
roughly 3 per cent of some of the original estimates. When the
number dropped under 3,000 for the first time, it became less
than half the number I still hear bandied about as what we'll
call the "popular myth" number.
The reason numbers matter is that they were used to bolster
our position internationally. But those 2,876 people died in what
were actually the second and third attacks on the World Trade
Center. The first attack, on February 26, 1993, killed six, with
an estimated 1000 injured. (For some reason the estimates of the
injured, some of them maimed and crippled for life, are never
compiled with the same rigorous accuracy.)
If we were going to declare an international war on
terrorism, that would have been the time--on behalf of those
1,006 people, or at least on behalf of the six barely remembered
ones who died. If we're the nation that values the individual
life, then six is already too many. One is too many.
Why is there a vague uneasiness when the death toll goes
down? Because there's a number in our heads somewhere--a
thousand? 500? 100? perhaps 168, the number of dead in the
Oklahoma City bombing of 1995. There's a number between six and
168 that triggers outrage. And we don't like it creeping toward
the outrage threshold. We want to remain outraged.
The outrage threshold should be one.
© Copyright 2002
United Press International and Joe Bob Briggs
Special
Assignment: The Numbers
February 8, 2002
by John Bloom