My problem with the design as first announced was that it was so cold and sterile — as cold and sterile as a bathroom floor, as inhuman as an East Berlin plaza — when this is a very human tragedy and human lesson that requires a human memorial.
The trees give it life.
The lower rooms give it contemplative space.
The artifacts from the buildings and the day give it reality.
I am still concerned that it is too architectural. I’m also concerned that, at street level with the street so near, it is not a place of memory but instead just a park to pass by or perhaps gawk at.
It is still not the memorial I would have wanted.
But for the first time I can imagine growing to it.