Small Steps

By Judy Andreas
The years teach what the days never know
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sometimes I grow discouraged. Sometimes I feel as if I am not doing enough. Sometimes I feel a helplessness, a hopelessness, a sense that nothing can be done.
Perhaps I am too busy looking at the big picture to acknowledge what lies right before my eyes.
Last week, I received an invitation to speak on a local radio show. It was scheduled to be a fifteen minute spot in which I would talk about my book, Judyisms. Having been a listener and frequent caller to the station, I was well acquainted with the conventional viewpoint held by most of the audience. Could I find the right formula to communicate my message, while, at the same time, being true to myself? Could I honor the parameters of the station without compromising my integrity? It was worth a try. And so, I accepted the invitation.
The interview began smoothly. The hosts, Steve and Sophia, introduced me and talked a bit about my background. We discussed my book and I was asked to read one of the essays. So far all was going swimmingly.
"What inspired you to begin writing?" Sophia asked. I responded by talking about the 911 conference I had attended on September 11, 2004, Confronting the Evidence. I mentioned the unanswered questions around the most traumatic day in American history.
Oh Oh. The three dreaded numbers had gone out over the airwaves, ...... NINE.... ONE...... ONE. There was no turning back, for in my brief explanation I had introduced a possibility that many of the listeners did not want to consider. I had mentioned the unmentionable. Had 911 had been an "inside job"? The question was blazing throughout the ether. The dart of doubt had been thrown at the board of belief systems and the studio was filled with the sound of phones ringing off their proverbial hooks.
"You believe that our government had something to do with 911?"
"You believe that our government would kill its own citizens?"
People were questioning more than my premise. People were questioning my sanity.
Most of the listeners had never heard of Operation Northwoods, so I seized the opportunity to make the introduction. I talked about the plan, which had the written approval of the Chairman and every member of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Operation Northwoods had called for innocent people to be shot on American streets; for boats carrying refugees fleeing Cuba to be sunk on the high seas; for a wave of violent terrorism to be launched in Washington, D.C., Miami, and elsewhere. People would be framed for bombings they did not commit; planes would be hijacked. Using phony evidence, all of it would be blamed on Castro, thus giving Lemnitzer [Joint chief's chair] and his cabal the excuse, as well as the public and international backing, they needed to launch their war against Cuba. .
The phones kept ringing. I was being challenged from every direction.
"How do you feel about abortion?"
"Do you believe that FDR knew about Pearl Harbor before the event?"
"If you don't like this country, why don't you leave it?" someone dusted off that tired old comment. I responded with courtesy.
My mind drifted back to 2001 and a dinner party I'd attended; a party at which the events of September 11th.had been discussed. A woman named Evelyn offered the sobering comment, "If I thought that the government had something to do with 911, I couldn't get up in the morning,"
How many people in the listening audience shared Evelyn's sentiment? Were my words violating a place that some regarded as sacrosanct? I needed to be sensitive to others' realities.
The phone lines were jammed. And yet, in the midst of the frenzy, there were callers praising my words and courage. It was not only the praise that warmed my heart, it was the realization that certain truths were going out over the airwaves. It was the realization that there were many others who doubted the official version of 911 but had not been given a voice to state their concerns. What had been scheduled as a 15 minute interview became a two hour segment and I left the studio feeling encouraged. People were questioning. People were waking up. They only needed to be presented with the facts. They needed to hear the truth.
This is the time for activism. This is the time for all of us to speak out We must take back our country from the criminals. They are the few. We are the many. This is no longer about right and left, this is about right and wrong. .
We must continue to get the message out. We must not become discouraged. And we mustn't assume that those who haven't yet joined the movement, are uneducable. That is elitist, and unfair. Perhaps the progress is not as swift as we would like. Perhaps the progress will come one person at a time. And yet, one person telling one more person has the potential to ripple out across the earth. One person telling one more person can change our world.
The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.
--Leo Tolstoy
Copyright: 2006 Judy Andreas



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