- We sat in the Conference Room, our eyes riveted to the
TV monitor. Some of my colleagues were sniffling, others were crying softly.
Occasionally an angry statement could be heard. Over and over again
we watched the World Trade Center footage. Over and over again, the
newscasters cemented their version of reality into our stunned psyches.
It was September 11, 2001.....the day the music died.
- Something was terribly wrong. It was more than the
film that unfolded in front of my eyes. It was more than the words of
the newscasters talking about the fact that we were under siege. It was
more than the threat of never ending terrorism. The television screamed
the official story, yet the voices in my head muted the words. Something
was terribly wrong.
- My feeling of disbelief was palpable. Sitting in that
room of mourners on that sorrowful day, I was having a solitary experience.
Questions begged for answers. How could our sophisticated system have
gone awry? How could everything that had previously worked flawlessly,
suddenly simultaneously failed? How could a small group of Arabs with
boxcutters have thrown the whole nation into a tailspin? .
- Most of the people, if not all of the people, in the
Conference Room had never heard of Payne Stewart. They did not know the
story of the golfer whose private Learjet had lost contact with the air
traffic controllers. They did not know that when the golfer's jet failed
to respond to air traffic controller communications, F-16 interceptors
were quickly dispatched. According to an Air Force timeline, a series
of military planes provided an emergency escort to Payne's stricken Learjet
starting about 20 minutes after contact with his plane was lost.
- Later I learned that the Miami Herald talked to air traffic
controllers who said they could not understand why there was no reaction
to what was happening in the skies the morning of September 11, 2001.
Why was there no reaction from the Federal Aviation Administration and
- "That's a question that more and more people are
going to ask, " one controller in Miami told the Herald.
- Are more and more people asking that question? Are more
and more people asking any questions?
- "They attacked us because they hate our freedom."
The President's eyes darted back and forth as he mouthed the words.
- It could have been a laughable comment...it was certainly
a ludicrous comment. It could have been funny if I hadn't seen people
jumping hundreds of feet to their death. It could have been funny if thousands
of people hadn't lost their lives on that infamous day.
- I wanted to ask him why they didn't fly planes into Amsterdam....after
all .....they have more freedom than we do. I wanted to ask him why
they didn't cripple a nuclear reactor. I wanted to ask him why he was
lying to us.
- Each day as the story unfolded, another alternative website
pointed to another anomaly in the official story. Had a plane really
hit the Pentagon? The size of the hole in its supposed wake left room
for doubt. Was it physically possible for the Towers to collapse as stated,
or was it controlled demolition? Were there explosives in the World Trade
Center? Could burning jet fuel initiate structural damage within the towers?
Why was Building 7 pulled? Could a cell phone call be made on a plane?
Why was the Mayor of San Francisco, Willie Brown, told not to fly on that
date? Why was the rubble from the buildings hauled off without a proper
- Wonderful books kept flying off the shelves of the alternative
press. And yet, the mainstream media stuck with the official story.
It could have been the Kennedy Assasination(s). It could have been TWA
Flight 800. It could have been Oklahoma City or Waco. I had visited this
place before. It was difficult to breathe with the stench of deception
in the air.
- Although movies have always been a passion of mine, I
have tried to be discerning about time spent in the cinema. And yet, as
the days grew into months, I was trapped in the theater of the absurd mainstream
media, forced to watch a poorly crafted film about the events on September
11. Such props as Mohammed Atta's passport placed pristinely on the set
cried out for a director's intervention.
- Who put the Korans in the vehicle near the scene of the
crime? How did we immediately know it was Osama bin Laden who had designed
the events of September 11, 2001? How did we immediately know the name
of the 19 highjackers? Why were some of them showing up alive and well
and safe in distant ports of call? Why couldn't we locate Osama bin Laden,
a 6 foot 5 man on dialysis? It was not like misplacing ones keys.
- Mr. Bush said "If you're not with us, you're with
the terrorists." My questions subjected me to words like "traitor."
My questions subjected me to ridicule and jokes about tinfoil hats.
- "If you don't like this country...get the hell
- Could anyone know how deeply I loved this country?
Could anyone know the heart of an idealist who was once again being sickened
by another lie? Could anyone know how much I treasured life?
- The dinner of deception had been placed on the public
table and people were devouring it. Once more I had strayed from the herd
unable to graze on the lies and distortions that had been specially prepared
for the flock. I sat in a lonely place.
- The following September 11th, I attended a conference
in New York City called "Confronting the Evidence" Among the
many speakers were Jenna Orkin, Webster Tarpley, Dave Von Kleist, Christopher
Bollyn, Paul Hoffman, and Karl Schwarz.
- Jenna Orkin delivered a chilling disclosure on the coverup
of the air poisoning at Ground Zero. Asbestos, mercury and lead had been
released into the air. And yet, the EPA lied and told the American people
that the air was safe to breathe. They even allowed the White House to
edit their press releases. "Over half of our heroes had begun manifesting
respiratory problems and there were firefighters who could no longer work.
Fourteen rescue dogs had already died."
- Does anyone know the statistics over two years later?
Does anyone care? Were our "best and bravest" merely fodder
for a diabolical plan?
- At the conference in New York, The Project for the New
American Century, known as PNAC was discussed. This is a document that
was crafted in September of the year 2000, which, in essence, was a plan
for increasing defense spending, preemptive actions and the use of military
force and domination. The creators of PNAC were the same neocons that
are running the Bush administration, including the brains behind the plan,
Paul Wolfowitz. This project included regime change in Iraq as a central
element. The originators of the plan, realized that the American populace
would not allow this to happen unless there was an event of catastrophic
proportion. "A New Pearl Harbor"
- 9/11 was clearly that event. I thought it would only
be a matter of time before everyone would begin questioning the official
story. I thought it would only be a matter of time before people would
- When I left that wonderful evening on September 11, 2002,
I was filled with hope. Sure....we did not all agree on everything, but
was that a necessary component for our working together to uncover the
truth? Yes........there were some egos that were larger than the event
itself, but isn't that to be expected in the world of personalities?
If we all, indeed, had the same goal, couldn't we band together in deference
to the old adage "there's strength in numbers."
- It has been three and a half years since the planes flew
into the towers. Has any progress been made? It's difficult to gauge.
The mainstream media continues to ridicule the truth seekers..........having
the audacity to print bogus articles in such magazines as Popular Mechanics.
It shies away from interviews with authors who have published well researched
and well documented books on the subject of 9/11. Perhaps the mainstream
media realizes that it is no match for the truth. After all, how loud
can Sean Hannity yell?
- As the days grow into years, my sphere becomes increasingly
populated with others who share a commitment to the truth. The Internet
has brought a vast assortment of like minded people into my world. I
will be eternally grateful to this global telephone. Those I have met have
provided a "net" to catch me from falling into the abyss of despair.
- Everyday people may sense something is wrong but they
prefer to chase it quickly from their thoughts. Feeding their families,
making a living and watching television are their rituals and routines
for survival. I cannot fault them. I cannot hit them over the head with
my "two by four" of Judytruth. I cannot evangelize them into
the 9/11 movement. This is something I have slowly learned over the three
and a half years. This is something I am still learning.
- Will we ever uncover the truth about September 11, 2001?
Please do not expect a Hollywood ending from my pen. Should we give
up? A resounding "NO." Can we continue along our unique
path, inviting others to join us, while not demanding that they do? I
hope so. Is life about conformity? I don't think so.
- I frequently refer to a quote from the Hindu Guru, Maharaj.
He said "You can try to change the world. You won't accomplish much,
but you will change yourself in the process."
- And yet, I confess that there are some days when I cannot
shake the fear. There are some mornings when my optimism does not awaken.
There are times when my heart aches under the weight of the whispered truths
and my soul knows that I am helpless to do anything about it. I have learned
to understand those days and not to fight them. They are the sorrow that
makes the joy more delicious. They are illusions melting into disillusionment.
They are a necessary movement in the symphony of the soul.
- Life is a spiritual trip. We must find our own answers
to the question of meaning. And, if we do not, that too is a choice.
- My joie de vivre is precious........................it
is mine. I stamp the foot of indignation. Nobody can destroy me. Only
I can do that. I smile at the animals and the trees and take a deep
breath of the air that coughs under the weight of its pollutants.
- My awareness of the fragility of life has been heightened.
I smile at the shopkeepers and chat with passersby. I seize each opportunity
to be a support and source of strength to those whose paths cross mine.
I silence, if only for a day or an hour ...the voice within that beckons
me into a world beyond this world. No.....I do not want to fall into the
well of bitterness and anger. How would that serve my fellow travelers?
How would that serve my friends and family? How would that serve myself?
- Copyright 2005 Judy Andreas