There is a mystique around 9/11. We have magnified it out of proportion because it happened to us. We imagine that it is some unique cataclysmic event of epic importance. It is indeed an important event, and the number of real and fake people killed that day is impressive. It was traumatizing, but even in my lifetime it is trivial. A brief list of places that have endured tragedies exponentially larger includes Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Korea, Vietnam, The Congo, Indonesia, Laos, Cambodia, Nicaragua, El Salvador, Rwanda, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Iraq and recently Libya. Of relatively similar proportion are events in Panama, Chile, Serbia, Lebanon, Palestine, Argentina and currently, though it is shrouded in a cloud, Syria. That country may soon join the exponential list. I only include episodes in barbarism that directly or peripherally involve the United States.
In other words, 9/11 was not that big a deal by itself. But what followed – a clash of civilizations, is epic in scale. Millions have been killed, regimes have toppled. 9/11 changed the world. That seemed the objective.
Domestically, Americans are insular and uninformed, geographic grade-schoolers. It’s all about us. The event, well-planned and carried out, also involved an extensive and ongoing cover-up.
This is 2013, and in November we will commemorate the 50th anniversary of the public slaying of John F. Kennedy. That event too is shrouded in mystery, but so much has been uncovered that a majority of the public does not believe that Lee Harvey Oswald “acted alone,” an odd phrase considering the large body of evidence that indicates that he didn’t even “act.” Later this year a movie, Legacy of Secrecy, will attempt to jujitsu this public disbelief in the official story onto a new official perpetrator, the “Mafia,” a loosely affiliated and barely organized group of low-level thugs. Like the similarly mythical “Al Qaeda,” these people could not possibly have pulled it off.
So, fifty years later, the U.S. Government is still conducting an active cover-up of the JFK assassination. Somewhere within the bowels of government there must be a Department of Public Mythology.
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