The Innocent’s Story

Everyone remembers where they were when the Twin Towers fell. I was in the park with my young daughter when news began to filter through and back home in front of the TV in time to see the second of the Towers fall. I remember exactly what passed through my mind at that moment: Who could hate us this much and me not know? and What could I do or give to these people so they never want to do this again? There’s hubris in the first thought and danger in the second, but that’s the truth of what I felt in that frozen-in-time moment. A year on we thought we knew who had ‘done it’ but as for the trigger behind the anger, the thing that would drive one human being to think it was appropriate to blow up another, that remained a mystery to me. And I wanted to know. But how could I get inside the head of a suicide bomber? My rather radical solution was The Innocent’s Story.