Alex was devastated. He hated his neighborhood, and hated his workplace. He couldn’t stand to hear people talking about torture or prisons any longer. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs and throw his desk through the window every time people brought the subject up. His co-workers viewed him suspiciously.
One night, Alex turned once again down the urban freeway exit he'd seen weeks before. He drove again to the old store-front with “Human Liberation Committee,” written above its doors. Alex drove around the block several times before screwing up the courage to enter. As he did, he heard a strange music he’d never heard before, with someone yelling, he saw a CD cover that said "Public Enemy" on it,
“I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped
Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps
Sample a look back you look and find
Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check
Don't worry be happy
Was a number one jam
Damn if I say it you can slap me right here
Get it. Let’s get this party started right
Right on, c'mon
What we got to say
Power to the people no delay
To make everybody see
In order to fight the powers that be
Fight the Power”
This music did something to Alex as he walked deeper into the office trying to find someone. It made his heart pound, but not with fear. It made Alex angry. It made him feel like there was someone big and true inside him, that was straining at his skin and heart to get out. This new person the music awoke was bigger than Alex had ever been. Big as a house, big as a damn mountain, big enough to bring down all of what needs bringin’ down, Alex thought.
An old black man looked up at Alex, as he entered the last back office in this building. He had papers stacked up around him, and posters on the wall. One was some black man in a black suit and black tie, with words, “By whatever means necessary,” printed on it. The man looking up at Alex simply said in a smooth calm voice, “How may I help you my brother?”
Alex didn’t think, he just spoke, “I want liberation!”
The black man laughed a loud healing laugh, “Don’t we all my young brother, don’t we all.”
Alex quickly explained what had happened to him over the last weeks, as the man listened into the night, finishing with the attack on Chris. Alex explained that there was something about the world that was suffocating him. He said that for people to talk about fear, and torture, and prison around him was like pouring water down the throat of his soul and drowning him again and again and again. He couldn’t BREATHE anymore!
The man solemnly nodded, absorbing every word Alex flowed. Then he told him, “What we do here, is what we can do. We may never see results from what we do. We have to have faith in a greater power, in order to do what we do. What you loved about Chris was not Chris, but it was something flowing through Chris into your life. We have to give ourselves over to that. When we do, all the structures of mankind . . . are meaningless. Only truth is meaningful.
“The tag team professional wrestling match they call politics, is a lie meant to make us believe we have a real democracy. They all get money from the same people, the same entities that profit from conquest, war, prison, disease, and keeping people on the edge of poverty in order to disempower them with stress and fatigue.
“Our only tool, our only power, is truth. You saw on the wall outside, Al Qaeda is a LIE!”
Alex nodded affirmatively.
The man acknowledged Alex’s nod and continued, “For hundreds of years in America, white men could not understand what was happening to the black man. When the black man complained, the white man assumed he was exaggerating or even just making up his suffering, so he’d get a hand out. The black man was used to create profit for corporations. Over time the black man’s labor was not enough. The monster that had consumed his labor and tortured his mind, stretched its claws over seas. The third world, as they called it, became the new plantations worldwide. If people rose up to demand fair wages, they became terrorists. Armies were raised from poor people’s children, paid for by poor people here in America, and those armies crushed “the terrorists” in those nations. Those children came back bitter and damaged from what they’d done to those people over seas. They’d been told those people wanted them there, and when they found out they didn’t, they hated them for it.
The machine’s needs and greed got bigger and bigger. Eventually, it needed to take ALL of the world’s energy resources. In order to do this, it had to have an excuse to. Back in 2001, on September 11th, the excuse was manufactured. Three buildings had been wired with explosives, weeks before, to create wholesale collapse of the three largest skyscrapers in America. Before the detonators were set off, major airliners were hijacked, most likely using electronic remote control of the planes, to crash them into the nation’s three most highly prominent and protected buildings. The powers that be had scheduled war games for that day to confuse the military and the FAA, so that not one Air Force fighter jet arrived to intercept, defying all FAA and DOD regulations.
No one in government was ever held accountable for these colossal military and intelligence failures of that day, and in fact some made huge stock profits betting against the airlines the day before the attack, and others received promotions and decorations for their failures of the day. The White House fought the families of victims to try to stop any investigation, and when the families demanded relentlessly, the White House put their man in charge of it so that none of the damning evidence would ever be looked at. This started a movement called The 9/11 Truth Movement.
Because hundreds of millions of innocent Muslims had been indirectly tainted with a crime that had been committed by a government on it own people, a self inflicted crime by people at the highest levels of the American government . . . this lie and injustice so repulsed the souls of hundreds of millions of people worldwide, that this movement began.
“It became one of the largest movements in human history, engaging engineers, military and intelligence experts, and other prominent people from countries all over the world in a demand for an investigation. It was important, because 9/11/2001 became a tool used by government to beat the minds of their people into submission so that they would allow their nation’s resources to be looted for the few, who promised to protect the people from “the terrorists.”