Born in the US in December, 1970 here, grew up and have lived/worked in NYC for almost all of my life, just for context.
1980 - I remember hearing of John Lennon’s murder on the news in the morning after it happened (very late the previous night) while getting up for school. My mom always had the radio on in the morning, and that’s all they were talking about. The TV was on for coverage, too.
1986 - The Challenger explosion - I remember a teacher running door to door through our high school spreading the news. One of the teachers at our school had been in the running until quite late - a finalist or semi-finalist - to be on that flight, and lost out to Christa Macauliffe, so awareness of it was pretty high.
1989 - The Fall of Berlin Wall. I remember watching live news coverage on my parents’ TV as streams of people poured through now-unchecked gates and danced on top of it, and the feeling that this was, impossibly, the end of the Cold War that seemed for my entire life could only have one ending (global thermonuclear annihilation).
1994 - The OJ Simpson “white Ford Bronco” chase goes live on every. single. channel, right in the middle of a tense game in the NBA Finals, featuring my New York Knicks. For the only time in my life, I literally “called up the TV station to complain”. Apparently I was not the only one, they apologized but the switchover to the Bronco feed was mandated from the top.
1995 - The verdict of the OJ Simpson Trial. Possibly my most memorable “where was I at that instant” story. I was working in midtown Manhattan (near 49th St. and 5th Ave.), and the verdict was to happen right around lunchtime. Some primal instinct, not based on any TV or radio suggestion, compelled me and my friend and a large mass of people to hear the live verdict together, in public, as we walked over to 6th Ave. where many TV news broadcasts have their studios. The crowds on 6th Ave. in the upper 40s overflowed the sidewalks and into the streets.
When the verdict started being read, midtown Manhattan came to a stop, a complete and silent halt, which I have never seen before or since (not even for Sept. 11th). All pedestrians froze, all motor traffic halted, green light or no, yet nobody honked, as we all listened intently: “…we find the defendant, Orenthal James Simpson, not guilty of the…” And upon the “not guilty” phrase, an enormous, collective groan went up, and people immediately resumed their normal patterns. Traffic started flowing, people started moving, I heard more than one person settling a bet on the verdict as they walked off, and so on.
2001 - Yeah, September 11. I was again working in midtown Manhattan, this time near 51st St. and Madison Ave., and was in a “town hall” type of team status meeting from 8:30 to 9:30am. This was before many of us had any kind of “live streaming” device, only cell phones, and of course, we were not supposed to be making or receiving phone calls at a meeting. Only a few of the top execs had Blackberries, including the one running the meeting.
As other people spoke, he kept glancing at him Blackberry. He said nothing, but let everybody go around the table giving updates and whatnot. Then, as the meeting wrapped up (a little after 9:30am - it ran over, as usual), he said, “By the way, everybody, my wife has been sending me strange messages about a plane landing on the World Trade Center or something. Let’s go turn on the news. Apparently there’s a second plane now…?”
The first plane hit the Towers at 8:46am, and the second plane - the one that proved the first one was no accident - at 9:11am. We all lived and worked in NYC, in financial services, and nearly all of us had friends, family, former co-workers downtown, or even lived downtown ourselves. I still can’t believe he let that routine meeting run on while that was going on, but in his defense, it was just so inconceivable that he probably didn’t realize what was actually going on until close to 9:30.