Wow, thank you for sharing your experience of that day of infamy, when the real terrorists got away with murder. And thank you for publicizing the film festival at the Grand Lake Theater in Oakland today!
It’s funny, the two uncanny musical coincidences of that day have been stuck in my memory since then. I’ve told it to a few friends but only today wrote it out. This morning I woke up and realized what day it was and immediately thought I should let people know about the film festival and also share that brilliant less-than-5-minutes video from James Corbett but then the memory of that day in Paris suddenly came back to me.
By the way, not sure if I can join yet but you may see me. Either way, I’m sure it’ll be a brilliant event and I know many of our mutual friends will be there.
So good to see you at the Grand Lake last night for part of the film festival. FYI here are links to the two films you missed, both featuring Graeme MacQueen:
I had stayed up until 3amPT the night before, so I was instantly pissed when my phone rang at 7am. I picked it up and my friend said "Turn on the TV."
I said "why the fuck are you calling me this early?" He stayed calm and replied "Turn on your TV."
I put down the handset (landline days) and watched what was happening, then returned to the phone. "What do you think?" he asked.
"I don't know... I, uhm, don't know if this is CIA or Mossad ... or both."
Like most everyone else, I was glued to the TV that day. I watched future-Viceroy Paul Bremer 'explain' (lie about) who did it. I was working semi-European hours, so at night I walked to my office on a residential street in Bernal Heights. A neighbor I had seen many times but had never spoken to had pulled a lawn chair in front of my office building. He was half way through a six pack of beer. Another neighbor who had previously been friendly was standing behind him. "What's up?" I asked.
"My niece is in New York," he said flatly.
"What does that have to do with me?" I replied. He stood up with beer in hand, gave me an insanely angry look, and repeated "my niece is in New York!"
I looked past him at the other neighbor. "You part of this nonsense too?" I asked. He turned his back and walked away. "I'm going to work now," I told the drunk angry neighbor. I opened the gate and went in.
The following Saturday evening, I went to the office as I usually did. As I put the key in the gate, I heard a sound behind me. I turned around and saw my neighbor's brother with a tire iron raised over his head, rushing towards me. I quickly got inside the iron gate. He started striking the gate and yelling "You are dead!" over and over again. The indentations are on that gate to this day.
Being unarmed in that moment, I had to do what I try to never do - call the deeply corrupt SFPD for help. The building had only one entrance/exit, and the guy who wanted to kill me was now pacing the sidewalk waiting for me to come out.
Two Aryan knights of the SFPD showed up about 45 minutes later. They listened quietly while I told them everything that had happened. Then they asked me a question.
"What is your status in the country?"
I shook my head. "I don't have my passport with me, gentlemen, but here's my most recent paycheck." I showed them my ID and the check made out to me, for a little more than $24,000. One of the cops winced. I pointed out the house with the problematic neighbors. They went to that house and had the two brothers step outside. After ID'ing them the police discovered they had had priors (shocker) and, to their credit, put them in handcuffs while questioning them. One cop asked if this had anything to do with race. One of the brothers proclaimed "I'm married to a black woman!"
They didn't arrest either of them. I asked for a case number in case something else happened. One cop scribbled a number on the back of his business card, and they left.
I went down to see my 'friends' at Cafe Abo (RIP) and told them what had just happened. They didn't want to hear it - still too traumatized, fear driven, and racist to ackowledge what had just happened to their 'friend.' The redhead who was always trying to fuck me exclaimed, "In San Francisco!?!?"
Enraged, I screamed "RIGHT AROUND THE FUCKING CORNER!" and stormed out.
...
After a few years of reading everything I could about 9/11, and after seeing wave after wave of disinformation crash over the movement, I came to the conclusion that my initial instincts were correct.
9/11 was an Israeli operation. Nethanyahu's very first comment when asked for his reaction to 9/11 was "It's very good." They had help from inside the US of course, but the operation had been planned by the Israelis for literally decades prior to the event. The infamous 'art students' played a role in bringing the towers down. The 'dancing Israelis' were revealed to be members of Mossad. More Israelis were arrested on the George Washington Bridge with explosives - only later NYC Police Commissioner Bernard Kerik stated that there were no explosives. He was later convicted of corruption involving an Israeli billionaire. Trump later pardoned him. He's now attacked to Guiliani - he can always be seen in the background whenever Guiliani is speaking, like at the hilarious "Four Seasons" press conference.
Of course, telling the truth about 9/11 has consequences. Our host here at San Francisco will surely remember the two Indian bitches who proclaimed me "weird" and ghosted me once they had heard just a snippet of the truth from me. Good riddance.
There is NO EXCUSE for any favorable attitudes towards Zionism or Zionist filth.
Only had a chance to scan your comment -- on my way to the FF -- but quickly, that story with your neighbours is horrible and all too typical for many brown folk in the wake of 9-11. I too had some not-so-nice experiences after that auspicious date.
Lyrical words, capturing a memory and making the reader part of your experience of that day. You are a great writer and the eerie echoes of your own perceptions are heavy with significance. I'm grateful for the man on the subway singing about corporations stealing from the people.
One blissful interlude to focus and center you for the many traumas of that day.
Thanks so much for sharing this.
I can't find your email, but I came on Substack tonight just to let you know I'm ready now to schedule that interview you wanted to do.
Ah, bummer! I would go if I didn’t have to work tonight.
I'm not sure if I can either for the same reason...
I'm going!
Wow, thank you for sharing your experience of that day of infamy, when the real terrorists got away with murder. And thank you for publicizing the film festival at the Grand Lake Theater in Oakland today!
It’s funny, the two uncanny musical coincidences of that day have been stuck in my memory since then. I’ve told it to a few friends but only today wrote it out. This morning I woke up and realized what day it was and immediately thought I should let people know about the film festival and also share that brilliant less-than-5-minutes video from James Corbett but then the memory of that day in Paris suddenly came back to me.
By the way, not sure if I can join yet but you may see me. Either way, I’m sure it’ll be a brilliant event and I know many of our mutual friends will be there.
So good to see you at the Grand Lake last night for part of the film festival. FYI here are links to the two films you missed, both featuring Graeme MacQueen:
"War on Democracy" (his 2016 presentation in Oakland) https://ic911.org/films-and-videos/presentations-and-interviews/ (scroll down for link to "War on Democracy")
"Peace War and 9/11" (brand new film with his end of life observations on war as a system that follows certain patterns and triggers, needing to be exposed and dismantled!) https://rumble.com/v3fi13v-redacted-presents-peace-war-and-911.html
Great to see you too Marilyn! Thanks for putting the film festival on, I’m glad I was able to make it for 2 of the films.
And also thanks for the links to the two films I missed. I heard they are great; I will watch them✨ 🙏🏾✨
How wonderful that this is happening. So important to expose these things over and over!
Yes, I'm on my way there now!
I had stayed up until 3amPT the night before, so I was instantly pissed when my phone rang at 7am. I picked it up and my friend said "Turn on the TV."
I said "why the fuck are you calling me this early?" He stayed calm and replied "Turn on your TV."
I put down the handset (landline days) and watched what was happening, then returned to the phone. "What do you think?" he asked.
"I don't know... I, uhm, don't know if this is CIA or Mossad ... or both."
Like most everyone else, I was glued to the TV that day. I watched future-Viceroy Paul Bremer 'explain' (lie about) who did it. I was working semi-European hours, so at night I walked to my office on a residential street in Bernal Heights. A neighbor I had seen many times but had never spoken to had pulled a lawn chair in front of my office building. He was half way through a six pack of beer. Another neighbor who had previously been friendly was standing behind him. "What's up?" I asked.
"My niece is in New York," he said flatly.
"What does that have to do with me?" I replied. He stood up with beer in hand, gave me an insanely angry look, and repeated "my niece is in New York!"
I looked past him at the other neighbor. "You part of this nonsense too?" I asked. He turned his back and walked away. "I'm going to work now," I told the drunk angry neighbor. I opened the gate and went in.
The following Saturday evening, I went to the office as I usually did. As I put the key in the gate, I heard a sound behind me. I turned around and saw my neighbor's brother with a tire iron raised over his head, rushing towards me. I quickly got inside the iron gate. He started striking the gate and yelling "You are dead!" over and over again. The indentations are on that gate to this day.
Being unarmed in that moment, I had to do what I try to never do - call the deeply corrupt SFPD for help. The building had only one entrance/exit, and the guy who wanted to kill me was now pacing the sidewalk waiting for me to come out.
Two Aryan knights of the SFPD showed up about 45 minutes later. They listened quietly while I told them everything that had happened. Then they asked me a question.
"What is your status in the country?"
I shook my head. "I don't have my passport with me, gentlemen, but here's my most recent paycheck." I showed them my ID and the check made out to me, for a little more than $24,000. One of the cops winced. I pointed out the house with the problematic neighbors. They went to that house and had the two brothers step outside. After ID'ing them the police discovered they had had priors (shocker) and, to their credit, put them in handcuffs while questioning them. One cop asked if this had anything to do with race. One of the brothers proclaimed "I'm married to a black woman!"
They didn't arrest either of them. I asked for a case number in case something else happened. One cop scribbled a number on the back of his business card, and they left.
I went down to see my 'friends' at Cafe Abo (RIP) and told them what had just happened. They didn't want to hear it - still too traumatized, fear driven, and racist to ackowledge what had just happened to their 'friend.' The redhead who was always trying to fuck me exclaimed, "In San Francisco!?!?"
Enraged, I screamed "RIGHT AROUND THE FUCKING CORNER!" and stormed out.
...
After a few years of reading everything I could about 9/11, and after seeing wave after wave of disinformation crash over the movement, I came to the conclusion that my initial instincts were correct.
9/11 was an Israeli operation. Nethanyahu's very first comment when asked for his reaction to 9/11 was "It's very good." They had help from inside the US of course, but the operation had been planned by the Israelis for literally decades prior to the event. The infamous 'art students' played a role in bringing the towers down. The 'dancing Israelis' were revealed to be members of Mossad. More Israelis were arrested on the George Washington Bridge with explosives - only later NYC Police Commissioner Bernard Kerik stated that there were no explosives. He was later convicted of corruption involving an Israeli billionaire. Trump later pardoned him. He's now attacked to Guiliani - he can always be seen in the background whenever Guiliani is speaking, like at the hilarious "Four Seasons" press conference.
Of course, telling the truth about 9/11 has consequences. Our host here at San Francisco will surely remember the two Indian bitches who proclaimed me "weird" and ghosted me once they had heard just a snippet of the truth from me. Good riddance.
There is NO EXCUSE for any favorable attitudes towards Zionism or Zionist filth.
"He's now attacked to Guiliani" should read "He's now attached to Guiliani"
Hey, btw you can always edit the comment after the fact, there's an option.
Only had a chance to scan your comment -- on my way to the FF -- but quickly, that story with your neighbours is horrible and all too typical for many brown folk in the wake of 9-11. I too had some not-so-nice experiences after that auspicious date.
Would join you for the fillums, but I'm back in the forest prepping for the apocalypse :)
Would’ve been great if you could have joined!
Lyrical words, capturing a memory and making the reader part of your experience of that day. You are a great writer and the eerie echoes of your own perceptions are heavy with significance. I'm grateful for the man on the subway singing about corporations stealing from the people.
One blissful interlude to focus and center you for the many traumas of that day.
Thanks so much for sharing this.
I can't find your email, but I came on Substack tonight just to let you know I'm ready now to schedule that interview you wanted to do.
Thanks so much Kathy and I'm glad to hear from you! Busy for the next few days but I will reach out very soon, xo