Flight 93 memorial: blogburst for 8/13/08
You can see a lot more of what Alec Rawls describes in today’s blogburst installment at the site of the National Park Service. The government’s propaganda for the awful design is proudly displayed there for all to see. Continually, our opposition to the proposed design is characterized there as a form of terrorism, which is rather amusing considering that we have all along employed the metaphor of retaking the hijacked plane from the terrorists. As Alec notes, the idea that we are hijacking the memorial is ludicrous, somewhat along the lines of a Flight 93 passenger complaining that the heroes were threatening the passengers by enlisting their help to take back the plane.
What I find most troublesome is the persistent allusion to healing, when in fact this memorial will do nothing even remotely of the sort. It is quite a peculiar concept of healing that extends the middle finger to those deeply troubled, as so many of us are about the planned Flight 93 Memorial design. What the architect and his supporters mean by healing us is disabusing us of the notion that there is anything wrong with incorporating Islamic imagery into the monument. They want not to promote healing, but to heal us—that is, to cure us.
Since Project Superintendent Hanley and her supporters are so obsessed with what she perceives as threats, I would like to clarify by issuing a real threat. None has been issued thus far by any of our opposition partners, at least none that I’m aware of, but I am nevertheless not speaking solely for myself here. My threat is based on boots-on-the-ground reality, so who can defend against it?
Ready? Here it is:
Build this atrocious monument to New Age hooey and we will construct alongside it a permanent condemnation, and we will build a perpetual controversy to surround it. Like the valiant and immortal deeds of our Flight 93 heroes, this will never die.
Now that’s a threat you can take to the bank.
Memorial Project Superintendent lies about receiving threats
Joanne Hanley, superintendent of the Flight 93 Memorial Project, cannot answer the damning facts about the crescent design (now called a broken circle) so she has decided to slander the people who are pointing them out. In a speech at the Memorial Project’s August 2nd meeting, she cited a list of “threats” she had received from critics, saying for instance that her “career would be destroyed.”
In defense of Superintendent Hanley, Flight 93 family member Calvin Wilson expressed his disgust at the violent threats and charged that critics were acting like the terrorists themselves. Three Pennsylvania newspapers covered Hanley’s claims to have been threatened, one editorialized against the uncivilized critics, and a Memorial Project press release highlighted Wilson’s outraged response to the supposed threats.
It is all a lie. Here is the Letter to the Editor that Alec Rawls just sent to the duped Pennsylvania newspapers, exposing Superintendent Hanley’s deception:
A warning is not a threat. A warning is to protect against a threat.
As the lead organizer of the movement to stop the crescent design, I can tell you who made the statements that Superintendent Hanley was complaining about. I recognized every one of the phrases she cited as coming from me. It is I who Joanne Hanley is accusing of making threats—an accusation that is not just false, but grotesquely dishonest.
What Joanne Hanley is casting as threats were WARNINGS, trying to alert her to the threat posed by architect Paul Murdoch and his scheme to plant a giant Mecca-oriented crescent on the Flight 93 crash site. This is one of Superintendent Hanley’s excuses for refusing to heed warnings about the crescent design. She pretends that warnings are threats and hence SHOULD NOT be listened to.
When I couldn’t get Hanley to look at the facts for the country’s sake, I tried to appeal to her instinct for self-preservation, warning her of the personal consequences of Murdoch’s attempt to stab a terrorist memorial mosque into the heartland of America. (That is the meaning of a crescent that Muslims face into toward Mecca: it is the central feature of a mosque.)
As I put it in a March 2006 email to both Superintendent Hanley and Project Manager Jeff Reinbold:
I have been trying to save your lives and your careers for six months. It is not too late for you. You can still do your jobs and investigate the basic facts I have warned you about, like the Mecca orientation of Murdoch’s original “Crescent of Embrace” and the continued presence of Murdoch’s original crescent in the redesign.
Shortly after this email, Joanne Hanley told me why she was not concerned about the almost-exact Mecca orientation of the giant crescent. In a conference call with Jeff Reinbold, she told me that: “It isn’t exact. That’s one we talked about. It has to be exact.” (The giant crescent points 1.8° north of Mecca, ± .1°.)
If she had admitted to the public what she was admitting in private—that the giant crescent does indeed point almost exactly to Mecca—it would have been okay. The people of Pennsylvania would be able to decide for themselves whether a giant Mecca-oriented crescent makes an acceptable memorial to the victims of Islamic terrorism, so long as it does not point EXACTLY at Mecca. Instead, the Memorial Project decided instead to deceive the public, sending an academic fraud from the University of Texas to assure the press that there is no such thing as the direction to Mecca:
Daniel Griffith, a geo-spatial information sciences professor at the University of Texas at Dallas, said anything can point toward Mecca, because the earth is round. [Post Gazette, “Flight 93 memorial draws a new round of criticism,” August 18, 2007.]
Just as I warned Superintendent Hanley that her career was in jeopardy, I also warned Dr. Griffith that his career would be destroyed if he did not correct this blatant disinformation. Like Hanley, Griffith too interpreted my warning as a threat, as if it would be I who was responsible for the harm to his reputation, when he was covering up evidence of an enemy plot by lying about basic geometry, pretending that there is no direction between two points on planet Earth.
In spite of the Memorial Project’s active cover-up of Murdoch’s plot, I continued to treat Superintendent Hanley as what she is: a fellow countryman aboard a hijacked airplane who is in need of rescue. As I put it in another email to Superintendent Hanley last November:
I don’t want you to be hurt here. There is only one bad guy in this story: Paul Murdoch. I want to help everyone else get off of this hijacked airplane. … I am not your enemy. I am your friend. I am the one who has been trying to save you, for two damned years, and I still am, despite your persistent public slanders against me.
Is it even POSSIBLE to be clearer? A warning is not a threat. A warning is to protect someone from a threat, as my communications spelled out over and over. For Joanne Hanley to pretend that these warnings about the threat she is facing were threats in themselves is deliberate dishonesty. For her to tell Calvin Wilson that these attempts to protect her from Murdoch’s plot were violent threats against her, prompting Wilson to use his status as a family member to attack critics on this dishonest basis, is even worse.
Joanne Hanley is not the only person I am warning. Every Pennsylvanian is aboard this hijacked airplane. How can the newspapers of Pennsylvania let stand a fraudulent claim that there is no such thing as the direction to Mecca? How can the educated people of Pennsylvania, the math teachers, the college students, the politicians, let such a fraud stand, when every one of you knows that Muslims face Mecca for prayer?
If Pennsylvanians continue to be willfully blind to easily verifiable evidence of an enemy plot in your own back yard, history will not be kind to you.
Morality requires trust in truth
Imagine if one of the passengers on Flight 93 was told that if they did not retake the airplane, they would be killed when the terrorists flew the airplane into a building. If the passenger was Joanne Hanley, she would say: “Stop threatening me!”
Any excuse to avoid the truth, no matter how nonsensical or even suicidal. A photo-negative of the fighting spirit of Flight 93.
Asked by Pilate to account for himself, Jesus answered: “To this end was I born, and for this cause came I into the world, that I should bear witness unto the truth.” (Jn. 18:37.) Jesus wasn’t a witness for the truth only sometimes, or only about matters of salvation. He proceeded from the factual truth of every situation that crossed his path, and He called upon the rest of us to trust similarly in truth.
Secular moral reason demands the same thing. Anyone who thinks that it can somehow be right or in his interest to avoid or suppress the truth, will through that avoidance of the truth become divorced from reality, with the inevitable effect that his ideas about what is right or in his interest can only be wrong. This is the irrationality of the Memorial Project. They proceed on the assumption that the crescent design is innocent, while self-consciously covering up evidence that it is not.
This malfeasance puts the rest of our society to the test. All of the people whom we pay to check and report the facts—government, academia, and the media—are all desperately trying to suppress the truth. That leaves it up to the rest of us to witness and communicate the truth about Murdoch’s plot. (Some basic facts, and how to verify them for yourself, posted here.)
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2 comments
I remember once, back in the mid 1980s, when psychobabble became the officious language of the editrix class at the newspeak journal wherein I toiled at what was to become an obsolete job. Compositor. I enjoyed my job, since it allowed me to play with a sharp knife and molten wax. The editors were unfettered by reality and always at odds with the commoners in the composing room, who, in addition to wielding their knives and threading news articles through the yellow molten wax, also got to correct the Narcissists of Metopia on their bad grammar and spelling.
Well, it would have been an enjoyable experience were it not for one nasty little hate-filled witch who made our work hard due to her excessive whining and goldbricking. She once converted to Judaism, since Jews have so many holidays, and when we doubted the sincerity of her conversion, she proved how religious a Jewess she was by bringing in Lox and Schmear and bagels for us all to nosh on in the break room. On Christmas, every year, without fail, she came down with cancer, and promptly checked herself into the hospital for a biopsy. Once, she came stomping in on a day she was supposed to have worked, long after her shift would have ended, and wanted to have us be her witnesses in a fall she’d had at work in order to collect on some worker’s comp. Only she couldn’t remember if she’d come in to work the day she said it happened.
Well, needless to say, we were all upset by constantly having to cover her ass, and to come in on our days off, so she could malinger someplace else, and her overall dishonesty. So, instead of firing Mrs. Shirkstein, the company idiots in charge sentenced us all to “employee meetings” where we could talk about our problems with a ‘facilitator’. We could talk ten ways from Sunday about our feelings, but we weren’t allowed to accuse anyone of causing any problems, cuz, you know that would be judgmental and all that. Well, what a boon for the Malingering One. She would use the appointed time of facilitation to gripe and whine about everything under the sun.
My point in saying all this, is that the healing never came, because the employers wanted to pretend there wasn’t an employee problem making the morale of the company low. No, it had to be something else, always something other than the obvious. I see the geniuses who managed the Billings Gazette are now in charge of running the Flight 93 Memorial committee.
Yeah, I knew what you were talking about all along, Scherzo. This happens in exclusive, mutual admiration societies.
In the New Age, everything is OK except value judgments and a refusal to tolerate. Principles and absolute truth are verboten. Cojones are discouraged.
The only evil is calling a spade a spade. In the New Age, even art is created equal, unless of course you’re talking about the great art of dead white males. Every piece of dubious trash is to be respected and enthusiastically embraced.
Welcome to the Shanksville Memorial.