Thursday, September 15, 2011
An American Passion
SALVOS & SPLINTERS. As I told you, I had a bad day yesterday. Helk lecturing me about the impotence of writing. Intramural nonsense. And this email exchange with a friend I'm loathe to lose. He said in his subject block, "Powerful Stuff."
Does 9/11 Truth Have A Chance?
By Paul Craig Roberts
September 11, 2011 "Information Clearing House" -- -- In the US on September 11, 2011, the tenth anniversary of 9/11, politicians and their presstitute media presented Americans with “A Day of Remembrance,” a propaganda exercise that hardened the 9/11 lies into dogma. Meanwhile, in Toronto, Canada, at Ryerson University the four-day International Hearings on the Events of September 11, 2001, came to a close at 5pm.
During the four days of hearings, distinguished scientists and scholars and professional architects and engineers presented the results of years of their independent research into all aspects of 9/11 to a distinguished panel consisting of the honorary president of the Italian Supreme Court who was an investigative judge who presided over terrorism cases and three distinguished scholars of high renown and judgment. The distinguished panel’s task is to produce a report with their judgment of the evidence presented by the expert witnesses...
The NIST (National Institute of Standards and Technology, a government agency) reports on the twin towers and building 7 are fraudulent. Witnesses at the Toronto Hearings proved that building 7 was a standard controlled demolition and that incendiaries and explosives brought down the twin towers. There is no doubt whatsoever about this. Anyone who declares the contrary has no scientific basis upon which to stand. Those who defend the official story believe in miracles that defy the laws of physics...
Many other powerful points were made at the conference that I will not report, at least not at this time, because the revelation of malevolence is so powerful that most readers will find it a challenge to their emotional and mental strength.
There's more, of course. A lot more. The friend who sent me this is Lloyd Pye.We have quarrelled over this subject repeatedly for years. I keep telling him not to bring it up, but he can't help himself. So I responded thus.
Sorry, Lloyd. This is politics dressed up as science. Key graph:
"In recent years in America, scientific and scholarly authority has come into disrepute among Christian evangelicals who object to evolution and among anti-intellectual Tea Party adherents who object to “elitists,” that is, objection to knowledge-based persons whose knowledge does not support Tea Party emotions."
What the fuck do Christian evangelicals and the Tea Party have to do with 9/11? Nothing.
The reason I referred to "siloes" and put you in that category is that too narrow a focus blinds otherwise smart people to rank absurdities. I continue to be amazed that you can be taken in by this absolutely preposterous conspiracy theory.
I reiterate: tell me a coherent narrative of what happened that day if it was an "inside job" without requiring literally thousands of accomplices (demolition crews, air traffic controllers, "nano-thermite" manufacturers, veteran airline pilots, politicians, military, journalists, etc, etc). There is absolutely no precedent in recorded human history for conspiracy on such a scale. Sure, there are conspiracies; the ones that succeed have a tiny handful of people in the know. And even if such a titanic conspiracy could have been planned and pulled off, the risk of discovery (some greedy pawn blowing the whistle) alone would have made it an unthinkable gamble. It's ludicrous on its face.
ESPECIALLY BECAUSE THERE WAS NEVER ANY NEED TO BRING DOWN THE TOWERS. Americans would have been equally galvanized to action by the fact that two commercial airliners flew into the towers, killing hundreds in multiple horrible ways, including the jumpers who committed suicide because they could not escape the fires. Where's the value-added?
The Truther scientists have their cause-and-effect sensors on ass-backwards. If there are unexplained physical phenomena associated with 9/11, the invitation is not to level murky conspiracy charges no one dares to turn into a cogent narrative (and they absolutely refuse to do so because the laughter would be immediate) but to say, "Hey, we just had an unprecedented event. No one ever flew two airliners into two 110-story skyscrapers before. What happens in that event that we couldn't have anticipated? Maybe we have to research an entirely new branch of truly huge scale catastrophe physics."
It's an idee fixe. People hate George Bush. I get that. But they can't even confront the impossible contradiction in their own muddled heads: on the one hand, they hate and revile him as a silver-spoon lunkhead who should never have been allowed anywhere near the presidency; on the other hand, they harbor dark suspicions that he was the greatest criminal mastermind in the history of life on earth. Because let's face it, if this was an inside job, it has succeeded, and there can be no mightier act of coldly brilliant treason than this.
I told you I wanted to stop talking about it. because I didn't want to have to say this to you. But on this subject, you're being as dumb as a box of rocks.
Affectionately as always,
Haven't heard back from him, naturally. One of the reasons I did the Splinters post. Increasingly, I have the sense that there's something so powerful at the heart of 9/11 that it causes a division of souls. Something about meaning. And the ones who are afraid of meaning scuttle from the center of the event like cockroaches from the light. Imagine Ground Zero as an empty circle surrounded by the fleeing frightened who absolutely must cut it down to venal human size. It's a vicious conspiracy. It's exclusively a New York thing. It's chickens coming home to roost. It's a judgment of God. It's off limits to anyone who didn't lose a husband, a wife, or a child. I hinted at this in the closing of my Splinters post:
It should be a transformational spiritual experience that enables us to feel sorrow, anger, hope, beauty, and eternity all at the same time with no sense of internal contradiction.
Now Lake, whom I shared this idea with, has challenged me to explain myself:
And now the third 9/11 post, which only you are equipped to write, can be posted. Please post it if you're willing, the metaphor is rich.
Which I will now do.
During the 9/11 broadcast remembrances, I saw a show called "Heroes of the 88th Floor." It was about two ordinary(?) Port Authority cops who were close to the 88th floor of the North Tower when the plane hit. The first hour of the show documented the fact that these two men evacuated the 88th floor, five floors below the strike, and then began moving upwards, to the 89th, the 90th, and the 91st floors. The fires were so bad they had to break through doors with fire axes and put out fires as they went with wall-mounted fire extinguishers. They died, of course. But there was also the story of those they set free into the stairways and their progress to safety, which was equally marked by heroic individual acts, compassion, and extraordinary cooperation. The first hour ended with footage of the arrival of the NYFD, disembarking from their firetrucks laden with heavy uniforms, oxygen tanks and rescue equipment. Their job was to climb the very stairs we had just seen clogged with escaping civilians.
That's when I turned it off. Too much. Having seen the crush in the stairways, and knowing what was going to happen, it was too much to think of these over-burdened men ascending to certain death because it was their duty. Which they did.
I clicked off the TV and went to sleep. But it was more doze than sleep and I had the kind of dream that you're actually watching as you have it, aware that it, well, means something. I saw the towers, both of them, from top to bottom, and I saw the movement of everyone inside as lights, moving down, moving up, all of them moving in the direction of life. Like an Escher animation (suggested by Helk's weird video? Maybe.) But the up and down is not that of cowards versus heroes. It's rather a symphony, the cycle of life and death that sustains families, communities, civilizations. There are the fathers and mothers who move downward because their responsibilities are grounded in earth and must go on. Then there are the guardians, our own human angels, who move always, irresistibly upward because this is their destiny, their calling. Whether they ever knew it or not, they were living their lives for this moment, and they become the elect among us.
Why I reject the splinters. Utterly and absolutely. 9/11 wasn't a New York thing. It was an American thing. The twin towers were their own city, populated by every walk of life. Not just brokers but cooks and electricians and security guards and minimum-wage secretaries, and in the crisis they all came together. There were few stories of panic, Most often there were stories of people who put their own personal safety second and did what they could to help each other.
The miracle of the towers is that so few people died. That's a triumph of American values and individual American character.
There is goodness in us. That's the lesson. It's not a catastrophe so much as a parable. The Civil War was a catastrophe. 600,000 dead. 9/11 was a symbolic event. Symbolic of what?
The Islamic jihadists wanted to take down the pillars of American might and dominance. But what do the pillars really represent? I suggest they represent Liberty and Personal Responsibility, two things Islam does not and will never have. Islam does not mean Peace. It means Submission. They thought an act of terror could frighten us into submission. It did not.
Because the twin towers were not an American Mecca. They were just one more thing we can do.
9/11 belongs to every American in every walk of life. That's who showed up that day. All of us. Why we shouldn't run like cockroaches to the dark but proclaim the incredible beauty of our way of life. And never apologize for what that means. Because what it really is is a kind of American Passion. From death comes life and infinite vitality.
Then, of course, there are the miracles. But miracles are a lot harder to believe than preposterous conspiracy theories...