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Death, Downtown

Dear friends,

I was supposed to fly today on the 4:30 PM American Airlines flight from

LAX to JFK. But tonight I find myself stuck in L.A. with an incredible

range of emotions over what has happened on the island where I work and

live in New York City.

My wife and I spent the first hours of the day -- after being awakened by

phone calls from our parents at 6:40am PT -- trying to contact our

daughter at school in New York and our friend JoAnn who works near the

World Trade Center.

I called JoAnn at her office. As someone picked up, the first tower

imploded, and the person answering the phone screamed and ran out, leaving

me no clue as to whether or not she or JoAnn would live.

It was a sick, horrible, frightening day.

On December 27, 1985 I found myself caught in the middle of a terrorist

incident at the Vienna airport -- which left 30 people dead, both there

and at the Rome airport. (The machine-gunning of passengers in each city

was timed to occur at the same moment.)

I do not feel like discussing that event tonight because it still brings

up too much despair and confusion as to how and why I got to liveS a

fluke, a mistake, a few feet on the tarmac, and I am still here, there but

for the grace ofS

Safe. Secure. I'm an American, living in America. I like my illusions. I

walk through a metal detector, I put yy carry-ons through an x-ray

machine, and I know all will be well.

Here's a short list of my experiences lately with airport security:

* At the Newark Airport, the plane is late at boarding everyone. The

counter can't find my seat. So I am told to just "go ahead and get on" --

without a ticket!

* At Detroit Metro Airport, I don't want to put the lunch I just bought at

the deli through the x-ray machine so, as I pass through the metal

detector, I hand the sack to the guard through the space between the

detector and the x-ray machine. I tell him "It's just a sandwich." He

believes me and doesn't bother to check. The sack has gone through neither

security device.

* At LaGuardia in New York, I check a piece of luggage, but decide to

catch a later plane. The first plane leaves without me, but with my bag --

no one knowing what is in it.

* Back in Detroit, I take my time getting off the commuter plane. By the

time I have come down its stairs, the bus that takes the passengers to the

terminal has left -- without me. I am alone on the tarmac, free to wander

wherever I want. So I do. Eventually, I flag down a pick-up truck and an

airplane mechanic gives me a ride the rest of the way to the terminal.

* I have brought knives, razors; and once, my traveling companion brought

a hammer and chisel. No one stopped us.

Of course, I have gotten away with all of this because the airlines

consider my safety SO important, they pay rent-a-cops $5.75 an hour to

make sure the bad guys don't get on my plane. That is what my life is

worth -- less than the cost of an oil change.

Too harsh, you say? Well, chew on this: a first-year pilot on American

Eagle (the commuter arm of American Airlines) receives around $15,000 a

year in annual pay.

That's right -- $15,000 for the person who has your life in his hands.

Until recently, Continental Express paid a little over $13,000 a year.

There was one guy, an American Eagle pilot, who had four kids so he went

down to the welfare office and applied for food stamps -- and he was

eligible!

Someone on welfare is flying my plane? Is this for real? Yes, it is.

So spare me the talk about all the precautions the airlines and the FAA is

taking. They, like all businesses, are concerned about one thing -- the

bottom line and the profit margin.

Four teams of 3-5 people were all able to penetrate airport security on

the same morning at 3 different airports and pull off this heinous act? My only response is -- that's all?

Well, the pundits are in full diarrhea mode, gushing on about the

"terrorist threat" and today's scariest dude on planet earth -- Osama bin

Laden. Hey, who knows, maybe he did it. But, something just doesn't add

up.

Am I being asked to believe that this guy who sleeps in a tent in a desert

has been training pilots to fly our most modern, sophisticated jumbo jets

with such pinpoint accuracy that they are able to hit these three targets

without anyone wondering why these planes were so far off path?

Or am I being asked to believe that there were four religious/political

fanatics who JUST HAPPENED to be skilled airline pilots who JUST HAPPENED

to want to kill themselves today?

Maybe you can find one jumbo jet pilot willing to die for the cause -- but

FOUR? Ok, maybe you can -- I don't know.

What I do know is that all day long I have heard everything about this bin

Laden guy except this one fact -- WE created the monster known as Osama

bin Laden!

Where did he go to terrorist school? At the CIA!

Don't take my word for it -- I saw a piece on MSNBC last year that laid it

all out. When the Soviet Union occupied Afghanistan, the CIA trained him

and his buddies in how to commits acts of terrorism against the Soviet

forces. It worked! The Soviets turned and ran. Bin Laden was grateful for

what we taught him and thought it might be fun to use those same

techniques against us.

We abhor terrorism -- unless we're the ones doing the terrorizing.

We paid and trained and armed a group of terrorists in Nicaragua in the

1980s who killed over 30,000 civilians. That was OUR work. You and me.

Thirty thousand murdered civilians and who the hell even remembers!

We fund a lot of oppressive regimes that have killed a lot of innocent

people, and we never let the human suffering THAT causes to interrupt our

day one single bit.

We have orphaned so many children, tens of thousands around the world,

with our taxpayer-funded terrorism (in Chile, in Vietnam, in Gaza, in

Salvador) that I suppose we shouldn't be too surprised when those orphans

grow up and are a little whacked in the head from the horror we have

helped cause.

Yet, our recent domestic terrorism bombings have not been conducted by a

guy from the desert but rather by our own citizens: a couple of

ex-military guys who hated the federal government.

From the first minutes of today's events, I never heard that possibility

suggested. Why is that?

Maybe it's because the A-rabs are much better foils. A key ingredient in

getting Americans whipped into a frenzy against a new enemy is the

all-important race card. It's much easier to get us to hate when the

object of our hatred doesn't look like us.

Congressmen and Senators spent the day calling for more money for the

military; one Senator on CNN even said he didn't want to hear any more

alk about more money for education or health care -- we should have only

one priority: our self-defense.

Will we ever get to the point that we realize we will be more secure when

the rest of the world isn't living in poverty so we can have nice running

shoes?

In just 8 months, Bush gets the whole world back to hating us again. He

withdraws from the Kyoto agreement, walks us out of the Durban conference

on racism, insists on restarting the arms race -- you name it, and Baby

Bush has blown it all.

The Senators and Congressmen tonight broke out in a spontaneous version of

"God Bless America." They're not a bad group of singers!

Yes, God, please do bless us.

Many families have been devastated tonight. This just is not right. They

did not deserve to die. If someone did this to get back at Bush, then they

did so by killing thousands of people who DID NOT VOTE for him! Boston,

New York, DC, and the planes' destination of California -- these were

laces that voted AGAINST Bush!

Why kill them? Why kill anyone? Such insanityS

Let's mourn, let's grieve, and when it's appropriate let's examine our

contribution to the unsafe world we live in.

It doesn't have to be like thisS

Yours,

Michael Moore

[email protected]

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