Wednesday, April 18, 2012


Where were you when you heard that Elvis had died? Or John Lennon? Where were you when you found out JFK had been assassinated? Where were you sixteen years ago on April 19, 1995?

Many people won’t remember the date, but they remember what happened. April 19, is the anniversary of the bombing of the Murrah Federal Building here in Oklahoma City. Up to that date, it was the largest number of deaths on U.S. soil caused by a terrorist act. That record was broken, of course, on September 11, 2001, with the destruction of the twin towers in New York City.

On the morning of April 19, 1995, I had gone to work. My job at McDonald’s Corporate Offices was located several miles from the downtown area. I was the “complaint person”—the one everyone called to report everything from an incorrect order to a pot hole in the drive-through on Forty-Ninth Street. We had just received a call from a man who was attempting to sue McDonald’s for a scratch on his car’s paint job. I’d transferred him to my supervisor, irritated at his persistence.

At 9:03, the building shook, and plaster fell from the ceiling onto my desk, and into my hair. We were on the seventh floor of the building, but were not panicked about the safety of the structure.

Someone hooked up the small TV that was used for videos in conferences and we all made our way into the conference room. The picture was grainy since the TV wasn’t on cable, but we were able to see the first reports as they began to come in.

In the beginning, the explosion was thought to be caused by natural gas. Within the hour, though, those initial reports were negated and the public was told the truth. Unbelievably, it had been some kind of bomb.

Another chilling fact was quickly disclosed. Since no one was sure of why the federal building had been targeted, federal and state employees were being sent home from offices in other locations.

My husband worked for the Federal Aviation Administration at the time. Normally, he would have been released. But since he was a former Navy man with extensive military training, he and some of the others with a military background were asked to stay and help do a bomb sweep of the FAA training facility.

The entire facility was on lockdown. This meant I couldn’t get on base to pick up our son, Casey, who attended the daycare there.

Within the next hour, I received a phone call from my mother-in-law, Esta, in West Virginia. You had to know Esta to know, when she put her mind to something, she got it done. In a world gone crazy, with telephone circuits busy and no hope of getting through, she somehow managed without even having my direct number. All she knew was that I worked at the corporate office for McDonald’s.

When I answered the phone on my desk, at the other end of the line was an operator that Esta had commandeered, explained what had happened, and talked into placing the call through as a person-to-person emergency call. I assured the operator that I was Cheryl Pierson and thanked her for placing the call. She sounded worried. “How bad is it?” she asked. “We aren’t sure,” I told her. There was silence for a moment before she turned the call over to my mother-in-law. “Take care, hon,” she said. “We’re all praying for you.” Her voice was gravelly with emotion. That brought tears to my eyes, too.

I didn’t tell my mother-in-law that Gary was still at the FAA, unable to leave. Or that Casey was there, and I couldn’t get on base to get him. I promised to call her when we knew more. I had to get Jessica from school.

You see, the fear was not knowing. Not knowing, at that point, who had done it, or why? How many people were involved? Were they going to target other federal or state agencies…or schools?

I drove to my daughter’s elementary school. The parking lot was full, even though it was not quite 11:30. I asked Jessica if she knew what had happened and was shocked to find out they had had the children in the auditorium with the television on for a big part of the morning…until things got too graphic.

“Are Dad and Casey home yet?”

I put on my best smile. “No, not yet. They’ll be along shortly.”

An hour or so later, prayers were answered and Gary pulled into the driveway with Casey. But our world was changed forever that day.

As the news coverage continued, it was a nightmare we dealt with every day for at least a year: The deaths, the images of loss that came from that day, and the anger.

But there was good that came from it, too. Oklahomans showed the pioneer spirit of those who came before us and rose to the occasion. Because of that tragedy in 1995, we learned the hard way that a terrorist can be home-grown, but we kept strong and showed the world where the bar of the “Oklahoma Standard” was set. When 9/11 happened, many of our first responders and medical trauma professionals rushed immediately to New York City. We were the only other state that had had anything remotely similar happen, and the experience to lend a hand.

Though, thankfully, no one in our family was hurt or killed in that tragedy of April 19, 1995, I don’t know anyone who didn’t know someone—however remotely—that it touched.

I had to quit my job. Casey began having nightmares, and believed his daycare was going to “blow up.” When he built a Lego “daycare” with part of the wall gone and the flag lying in a heap of Lego bricks, I knew I needed to be home with him. Eventually, his fears passed.

But the sadness will always remain for those who lost their lives in that senseless act of terrorism; for those since who have taken their own lives due to “survivor guilt;” for the end of the innocence we might have still harbored—the feeling that we were safe in the heartland of America.

As the years pass, we tend to forget. But as painful as those memories are, we cannot afford to lose the hard-won lessons.

A beautiful memorial museum stands on the site today. There is a chain link fence surrounding part of the grounds where visitors come to leave remembrances and mementos. In seventeen years, I still have not been able to bring myself to visit the museum. I’m glad we have it, and that people come to pay their respects. I don’t need to see it, though. I lived it. And I will never, ever forget.


Tina Donahue said...

Such a sad day, Cheryl. Must have been horrifying for all involved.

Cheryl Pierson said...

Yeah, it was awful, Tina. But it brought everyone together in a way that nothing else could have. My heart goes out to all the first responders--so many of them had trouble dealing with it afterward. Thanks for commenting!

Fiona McGier said...

My late father used to warn me to be careful of zealots, be they religious or patriotic...because if they are willing to sacrifice their own lives to their cause, convinced they will be rewarded in the mythical "next life" they are looking forward to, then they sure as hell won't think twice about taking you along with them. Scary stuff. Man's inhumanity to man knows no limits, unfortunately.

Cheryl Pierson said...

That is really true about the zealots! Very scary.

Amber Skyze said...

It was such a sad day. I can't imagine how scary it must have been for those so close.

Cheryl Pierson said...

It was very sad, Amber. And even more frightening to realize how terrorism could happen right in the heartland of our country.

Kathleen O said...

I cannot remember where I was, most likely at work, but I rememeber watching the news reports and thinking how could someone do that to those innocent children, and all the others who perished... I can't imagine being so close to it. And how you survived until all your family was all in one place and safe...

Cheryl Pierson said...

That was a tough time, for sure--it changed everyone, I think, not just here in OK City, but around the entire world.

Sarah J. McNeal said...

I was working when it happened in CCU. I saw bots and pieces as the horror unfolded on the patients' TV sets. The thing that got me was that it happened in the heart of America--that one place we all hold in our hearts as safe, beautiful and untouchable.
I know the spirit of a midwesterner having lived there for a while and I have to say that there is nothing quite like it. Midwesterners are the kind of pioneer spirited people who are tough, hard to get to know, but once a miswesterner befriends you, it's for life, and they have a can do even if it's make do attitude that I really appreciate.
Terrorists are cowards in my book. They don't attack like soldiers do--attacking armed people prepared for battle. Instead, they attack people just going to work, mothers, children--innocent bystanders. There is no honor it that.
Thank you for reminding us of the importance of April 19. We should never fail to remember that there are things and people out there that could be detrimental to our happiness and safety. We need to tell our loved ones every day how we love them before we go out the door and into the world.
Wonderful post, Cheryl.

Cheryl Pierson said...

Amen to everything you said. Terrorists are the lowest of the cowards, and I tell you, one miracle that happened that day was the survival of a brother and sister in that daycare--with so much loss, especially there, to have both of them survive was just amazing--I'm sure, especially to their family. You are right about telling our loved ones we love them every day--you just never know. Thanks so much for coming by today, my fried!