Sep 11, 2012

Where Were You When you Started to Doubt the Official 9/11 Story?

Note: On another sunny Tuesday morning in September, eleven years ago today . . .
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Normally, I don't get my news from television. I'm not saying that proudly—as though I'm too good to absorb the din and clamor of the opiate of the masses, predigested spin-doctored effluvia that's seasoned heavily with propaganda. Nope, I'm saying that because I have a secret—the images of daily news are too horrific for me. What I see flashes straight through to my soul, bypassing the usual editorial board obstacle course that reason and logic have constructed over the decades. I mostly get my news from online, especially Google News (“untouched by human hands”), Truthout, and from my favorite blogs, Huffington Post, or OpEdNews. I'm also fond of Newsweek (I simply filter out some of their Conservative leanings).
But when September 11 hit with a giant smash on the psyche of the world, I became a televisio-drombie-zoid. I hardly slept or ate for days. I simply stared vacantly at the screen, surfed channels, and cried. The images of those little bodies casting themselves out of the towers into certain death, well, they are seared into me indelibly.

Out of all the troubling events of that day—the ones that actually got broadcast, anyway—the one that haunted me for the longest was the image of then Chief of Staff Andrew Card leaning over Bush's shoulder (as Bush sat in a Florida elementary school, reading "My Pet Goat," no less) and whispering in the presidential ear. The expression on Bush's face—that's what killed me. Card was informing Bush that the second World Trade Center tower had just fallen to "terrorist" attack. Bush looked, well, like you had just told him he was going to have veal cordon bleu for supper instead of filet mignon. A little bummed, a little concerned—but that was all.

Over and over I replayed that moment in my head. How could any human being—one who is ostensibly not in any way connected to the atrocities—hear that news for the first time and not be shocked and upset and, well, made to dash boldly from the room and rush to take care of his country during a crisis of unprecedented proportions? In fact, after Bush "heard the news" for the first time, he sat there—for 15 minutes. He picked up reading the story to the children. He paused for a photo op with the teacher. He carried on, business as usual.

No way could I digest that information—that casual, cavalier demeanor of Bush's in any way other than to believe that he knew. The more I thought about how Bush knew about the events of 9/11, the sicker I felt. Months went by before I thought of or even had the courage to do some research online—after all, I was recovering, mourning, in my own way, the loss of innocence and the belief of the United States as the "Good Guys." And how would I do my research, anyway? What would I look under, um, "suspicious lack of amazement on Bush's face when told about attacks"? But I did start to scrounge around. Scared though I was, I had to know more. Well, it didn't take much scrounging to undercover more insidious and more horrific information—fact, speculation—all of it. Conspiracy theories of many ilks. The ones that made most sense pointed toward, not passively "allowing the attacks to happen," but worse. Far worse. An inside job. Deliberate planning. Controlled demolition. The creation of a New Reality.

I'm still researching, I'm still learning and wondering, but the most convincing and erudite treatise I have found so far is this: Joseph P. Firmage's Interesting Facts and Theories on 9/11 essay, in which he analyzes the mountainous debris of evidence and pulls out 42 "facts of significance," intersecting them across three possible theories about what happened. The most overwhelmingly cogent theory is the one that, sadly, points to Bush administration officials as having "architected and caused them [the attacks] to happen." Firmage is a heavy—scientist, CEO, writer, visionary of our times—a great thinker. Not the kind of person to be swayed by flighty theories that are espoused by fringe crazies. His scientific pedigree is rock solid. His essay is available online, free, in PDF format at the Journal of 911 Studies. Please read it. Please let me know how you feel. Please tell me I am not alone.

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