Wearing an off-the-shoulder dress, Cher sings against a black background. Filmed in sepia, the Statue of Liberty stands in New York City, New York sometime around 1850’s. A young man sifts through fruit from a street vendor. A fiftysomething man walks past some barrels. A 10-year-old girl talks to her father at the horse and carriage. Cher walks by them. The buildings develop and grow as people follow Cher.
In black-and-white, a young man walks down the steps of his home sometime in the 1920s. People begin to drive cars in the city as the buildings become skyscrapers. A thirtysomething man, wearing overalls, walks next to Cher. She puts her arm around him.
It changes to color while they walk. A twentysomething man, wearing a leather jacket and white tank top, follows her. Lit in aqua, the World Trade Center stands. Back in color, they pass a construction crew. Cher walks up to the fire escape of an apartment building as it rises. As she sings on the rooftop, the people from various generations cheer.
The eightysomething woman places a rose by the World Trade Center. She had eaten at the World Trade Center several times a week and had been watching the news when the first attack on September 11, 2001. Her grandchildren were urging her to move to Connecticut with them. But she had no intention to leave. She was a child during the stock market crash and worked in the factories during the Second World War. New York City was her home. It was where she raised her family. She walks with her cane to the cab and returns home.
The fiftysomething man writes a column in the newspaper, comforting people and letting them know they will get through it. As a 10-year-old, he worked as a paperboy and hoped he would be able to work at the New York Times someday. He knocked on the door of the office every day until someone gave him a job there. Starting as an intern in the newsroom, he asked every question he could. He moved up to a beat reporter and helped research major stories. About five years ago, he was given his own column. It was heartbreaking to write but the city needed to heal.
A 16-year-old young woman puts her hand in her pockets and stares at the sidewalk. The shock still hadn’t left her. Her mom had decided to call in sick and have a girls’ day. She had yelled at her mother last week and told her she didn’t want anything to do with her. Her mom promised her that they’ll go to the spa and go shopping. After watching the towers collapsing, she had cried and hugged her mom. It could’ve been her mom.
Director: Stu Maschwitz Year: 2001