One often wonders if there is any other manner to start this piece on Acharya Prafulla Chandra Ray, more popular as P C Ray. Some years a community or country’s life span is blessed specially. So was the circa 1861 when Bengal and India gave birth to two illustrious sons, Rabindranath Tagore and Acharya Prafulla Chandra Ray. Born on 2 August, 1861, P C Ray turned out to be a pioneer of chemical education, chemical research and chemical industries in India.
The founder of onetime famous Bengal Chemicals, Ray was rightly called the ‘Father of Indian Chemistry’ and among his path-breaking works was ‘The History of Hindu Chemistry’. A man of firm conviction and visionary zeal, Ray truly symbolized the best synthesis of Indian tradition, philosophy and a modern scientific outlook. Someone cherishing the spirit of extreme self-denial, like that of Mahatma Gandhi, Ray did leave a lasting impression on the Father of the Nation himself.
It was not without good reason, Gandhiji once said, “It is difficult to believe that the man in simple Indian dress wearing simple manners could possibly be the great scientist and professor.” According to many scholars and experts on the life and works of P C Ray, his best works obviously include the irreplaceable autobiography entitled ‘Life and Experiences of a Bengali Chemist’ in two volumes.
The book portrays multifaceted quality of the man as much his intellect insights as the autobiography besides throwing lights on his life and times also talks about the intellectual history of Bengal in particular and India in general. Someone who went onto emerge as the founder of Indian school of chemistry, it only talks about the intellectual greatness of Ray as one finds across somewhere that Acharya himself once said that he came into the world of Chemistry by ‘accident’.
This ironical twist could be well appreciated as his activities and interest also concerned with other vital spheres of human interest and life —educational reform, industrial development, employment generation, poverty alleviation, economic freedom and political advancement of India. A social reformer to the core, he was a great critique of the prevailing caste system in the Hindu society and in his Presidential address to the Indian National Social Conference in 1917 he gave a revolutionary appeal to the masses to fight the menace of caste system.
Many may not know, Acharya P C Ray was also one of the first ardent advocates of the use of the mother tongue as medium of instruction in schools and colleges. Therefore, it was natural that in recognition of his contribution towards the advancement and enrichment of Bengali language, he was elected the President of the then prestigious Bangiya Sahitya Parishad (1931-34).
A voracious reader of literature, history and biography, besides science and especially the Chemistry, Ray could read at least half-a-dozen languages – nevertheless his favourites being English classics. He was proficient in Persian and English languages and had also workable knowledge of Sanskrit and Arabic besides being a great patron of Bengali. He had also acquired a fair knowledge of Latin and Greek.
With an inherent artistic inclination, he could also play violin. As someone not merely confining to bookish knowledge, he did rightly admit in his autobiography that “the prescribed text-books never satisfied my craving. I was a voracious devourer of books and, when I was barely 12 years old, I sometimes used to get up at 3 or 4 o’clock in the morning so that I might pore over the contents of a favourite author without disturbance”.
As stated above history and biographies left fascinating influence on him. The young P C Ray used to be enchanted with the life and works of the likes of Newton, Galileo and Benjamin Franklin – though in his own admission he did not understand much the value of their contributions then. Mid-way in his educational career, Ray’s father Harish Chandra also faced financial problems. However, that did not deter Ray to pursue his studies.
Initially, he took admission in a low-fees college Metropolitan Institute, ran under the tutelage of Ishwar Chandra Banerjee(Vidyasagar). After a few years in 1882, he appeared for a scholarship to study overseas and sailed for England to join the elite and prestigious Cambridge.
Under the title of scholarship, he was one of the first Gilchrist Scholars. In England, Ray had befriended another compatriot and a budding scientist from Bengal; Jagdish Chandra Bose.
In England he joined the University of Edinburgh as a student in the BSc class. Ray completed his BSc in 1885 and subsequently Dsc in 1887 for his work “Conjugated Sulphates of the Copper-magnesium Group: A Study of Isomorphous Mixtures and Molecular Combinations.” He was also awarded the Hope Prize Scholarship and elected Vice President of the Chemical Society of the Edinburgh University. He returned to India in 1888 with a determined zeal to pursue his researches in chemistry and share his knowledge on science and the subject with the countrymen.
In Calcutta, now Kolkata, despite general shortcomings for chemistry education then, only Presidency College gave the opportunities. In his own words, Ray later wrote, “the Presidency College was the only institution where systematic courses of lectures illustrated with experiments were given.”
Along the same time, the role of the Indian Association for the Cultivation of Science, founded by Dr. Mahendralal Sircar in 1876, also turned crucially helpful as arrangements were made for courses of lecture in Chemistry and Physics. Ray had formally joined the Presidency College as an assistant professor and later the University College of Science.
Though he had joined the government-run college, Ray did not compromise a bit on his national commitment. His admirers rightly say that in more ways than one, Acharya’s contributions for India’s Independence in the context of Kolkata would be always remembered. He also supported the Non-cooperation Movement and was in regular contact with the top leaders of the Indian National Congress including Mahatma Gandhi and the likes of Gopal Krishna Gokhale. He was also responsible for ensuring the first visit of Mahatma Gandhi to Calcutta.
Notwithstanding all these social and national pre-occupations, Acharya P C Ray pursued his research with a single minded determination. And while preparing ‘water soluable mercurous nitrate’ as an intermediate, Ray conducted systematic chemical analysis of a number of rare Indian minerals with the object of discovering in them some of the missing elements in Mendeleev’s Periodic Table. In the process he could ‘discover’ and isolate Mercurous Nitrite in 1896, which brought him international recognition. Till then, Mercurous Nitrite was known only as a compound.
“The discovery of Mercurous Nitrite opened a new chapter in my life,” Acharya wrote later. Another notable contribution made by Ray was the synthesis of ammonium nitrite in pure form. In the ultimate analysis, one can wrap up saying that Acharya P C Ray truly symbolized a unique synthesis of civilizational and cultural heritage along with a modern scientific outlook. Many years back, talking of the Acharya, Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru once said, “His frail figure, his ardent patriotism, his scholarship and his simplicity impressed me greatly in my youth”.
Well, the personalities like P C Ray – even after 150 years – can always be inspirational for the youth of India in taking the country towards days of greater glories.
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I am enjoing Bugs Bunny these days. I am so happy and full of joy that i have forgotten of movies i used to see. The catchphrase "Eh... What's up, doc?" is really funny. Wikipedia tells that Bugs has appeared in more films than any other cartoon character and is the ninth most portrayed film personality in the world.
A Wild Hare, directed by Tex Avery and released on July 27, 1940, is the first cartoon where both Elmer Fudd and Bugs are shown in their fully developed forms as hunter and tormentor. In this cartoon Mel Blanc first uses what would become Bugs' standard voice; this cartoon also marks the first time that Bugs uses his catchphrase, "What's up, Doc?" Animation historian Joe Adamson counts A Wild Hare as the first "official" Bugs Bunny short. The short was a huge success in theaters and was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Animated Short Film.
That's all folks!
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1. Mamta Benarjee is playing with the people of Bengal
West Bengal CM is playing with the sentiments now... attending and consoling the families of those died in AMRI mishap. I want to ask Ms. CM what measures had been taken on the conditions of the hospitals all over the Bengal when all of sudden many a newborns died in a Asansol hospital. That time some vagues reasons were mentioned and the issue got diluted.
Had it been a lesson from Asansol (killings) this wud have been avoided. And i tell u what ... ... soon in some months we will witness the same incidents...because the the mindset of the politicians is all about "pass the time aka run the show".
2. Kapil Sibal laughs at poor and dares the common man
Kapil Sibal (Minister of Communications and Information Technology) this time dares the poor when he becomes serious while asking to censor the social network media. In other words he says, " Look, we are capable to monitor so big amount of facebook and twitter data but we don't want to monitor any public distribution schemes." He might wanna say we don't think poor deserve much more than a request to vote every five year.
Yesterday the govt. urged rich not to enjoy the subsidized LPG on moral grounds.
Mr. Sibal if u and ur govt. concentrates on the right issues and begins working u will need not to think to censor the Facebook or something like that...may be one wud praise u for ur work... bt this way u prove u are wicked.
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By refusing to take bribes, the Madurai collector has earned 18 transfers in 20 years, a modest house and bank balance and lots of respect.
On a hot summer afternoon, on Madurai’s busy main road, the district collector, U. Sagayam, saw a young man talking on a cellphone while riding a motorbike. He asked his driver to wave the man down, got down from his car and meted out instant punishment: plant 10 saplings within 24 hours. Somewhat unconventional justice, some might say. But that’s how Sagayam works.
‘Lanjam Thavirtthu, Nenjam Namartthu’ (Reject bribes, hold your head high), says a board hanging above Sagayam’s chair in his modest office. That’s the code he lives by, even if politicians are incensed they cannot bend him their way—he’s been transferred 18 times in the last 20 years—and has made enemies of both superiors and subordinates. “I know I sit under a dangerous slogan and probably alienate people,” he says. “But I have been the same Sagayam from Day 1. Standing up against corruption is not for a season. Nor is it a fad. It’s forever.”
Two years ago, as district collector of Namakkal, he voluntarily declared his assets: a bank balance of Rs 7,172 and a house in Madurai worth Rs 9 lakh. Once, when his baby daughter, Yalini, who had breathing problems, was suddenly taken ill, he did not have the Rs 5,000 needed for admitting her to a private hospital. At that time he was deputy commissioner (excise) in Coimbatore and there were 650 liquor licences to be given out. The going bribe for each was rumoured to be Rs 10,000.
Sagayam started cleaning up Madurai the minute he landed here. The main bus terminus at Mattuthavani looked more like a bazaar, with shops all over the bus-shelters and no waiting place for passengers. Even a police outpost had been turned into a shop. The system was well-oiled with haftas to local politicians and policemen. Sagayam quickly went through the rulebook, cited the relevant clauses and cleaned up the entire area. But didn’t it hit poor shopkeepers who lost their livelihood? “A violation is a violation,” says Sagayam, “but we will help them rehabilitate.” Nageshwaran, a taxi-driver and one of Sagayam’s many fans, says, “He’s strict and hasn’t taken even ten paise in bribe during his career. He’s like the upright collectors they show in some films, a real hero with integrity.” Sagayam’s masters degrees in social work and law come in useful in his role as an administrator. He knows the rulebooks in detail and is not afraid of using them, however powerful the opponent. No wonder then that Sagayam’s career is marked with the scars of countless battles.
When he was in Kanchipuram as revenue officer, he took on the sand mafia, ordering them to stop dredging sand from the Palar riverbed. Large-scale dredging had made the area flood-prone. The mafia sent goons to assault Sagayam, but he did not budge and would not take back the order. He also took on a mighty soft-drink mnc when a consumer showed him a bottle with dirt floating in it. He sealed the bottling unit and banned the sale of the soft drink in the city. In Chennai, he locked horns with a restaurant chain and recovered four acres valued at some Rs 200 crore.
Given such credentials, it wasn’t surprising for him to be picked by the Election Commission to oversee elections in Madurai, as famous for its temples as its political gods. During the last polls, Sagayam took on M.K. Azhagiri, the local MP and son of former CM and DMK supremo M. Karunanidhi. He conducted voter awareness campaigns in colleges; the DMK petitioned the court twice, seeking to end what it said was an attempt to influence voters, but the court demurred.
Sagayam’s wife Vimala has stood by him all these years but she was rattled by some of the threats during the elections. “He always says if you are right, nobody can hurt you,” she says. “But sometimes it becomes difficult.”
Sagayam takes a hands-on approach to his work. He holds a Monday ‘durbar’, at which anyone can meet him with their complaints. During tours of the district for review meetings and inspections, he will suddenly stop a school bus to talk to children or duck into a school to take a class. When students tell him they want to be IAS or IPS officers, he asks, “It’s all well to say now that you’ll be honest, but will you remain unbending about not taking bribes throughout your career?”
Some months back, while driving to a village, he found a 92-year-old woman cleaning rice. She said she had to work in order to eat. He immediately sanctioned Rs 1,000 as old-age pension for her. When 60-year-old Vellamma met him during a tour of Uthappanaikkanoor village this week and asked him to grant her a pension, he said, “I can do that. But do you want me to send your son to jail too—for abandoning you?” He said it with a smile, as a joke, but he has in fact taken action against children who don’t take care of their aging parents.
“I believe, as Mahatma Gandhi said, that India lives in her villages,” says Sagayam, who also idolises Subhash Chandra Bose. His years as a collector—he has slept overnight in village schools many times—have convinced him to better the lot of villagers by strengthening the village administrative officer (VAO) system. Many VAOs have never visited villages and often stay miles away from where they should be, in cities. In Namakkal, his action against errant VAOs had them ganging up with politicians to get him transferred. Over 5,000 villagers protested, saying they wouldn’t let Sagayam go. The politicians had to retreat.
Sagayam says he learnt honesty on his mother’s knees. He is the youngest of four sons of a farmer from Pudukottai. “Our adjoining field had mango trees and my friends and I would pick the fallen fruit,” he says. “But my mother made me throw the mangoes away, saying I should enjoy only what is mine.” Now his daughter Yalini wants to become a collector. When she has an argument with her brother Arun, she asks her father, “Is he really your son? He just told a lie!” Both of them are proud of their father. Recently, after a long time, the Sagayam family went on a vacation to Kullu in Himachal Pradesh. While visiting a gurudwara, a stranger came up to their father and asked him, “Aren’t you IAS officer Mr Sagayam?” Yalini and Arun have not stopped beaming.
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This year's Nobel Prize in physics went to three astronomers for their work demonstrating that "dark energy" was propelling expansion of the universe at ever-increasing speeds. An Indian physicist claims that he had proposed a similar theory a year before the three astronomers first announced their results in 1998.
Dr B. G. Sidharth, director general of B. M. Birla Science Centre, had proposed the "dark energy" model at the seventh Marcel Grossman Conference in Jerusalem in June 1997, and at another conference on quantum physics in Singapore a year later. His research paper titled "The Universe of Fluctuations" was published in International Journal of Modern Physics in 1998.
Astronomers, including Saul Perlmutter and Adam Reiss - two of the three winners of the 2011 Nobel - published their observations, which confirmed Sidharth's theory. Their studies were published in the Astrophysics Journal in 1999.
Sidharth asserts that it was only after his paper was published that the other researchers got their findings published. "My theory was based on physics and mathematical calculations. The mathematical model that I followed is called fluctuational cosmology. On the other hand, the model proposed by the Nobel winners was based on observational findings while studying a supernova," he said.
According to his model, there was no big bang resulting in the creation of matter and energy in the universe instantaneously. Rather the universe is permeated by an energy field or quantum vacuum. Out of such an all- pervading energy field, particles are created in a totally random manner, a process that continues. "This model was diametrically opposite to the accepted idea that the universe, dominated by dark matter, was actually decelerating. However, I proposed that driven by dark energy, the universe would be expanding and accelerating," he said.
Sidharth recalls that his theory was written off by physicists since it had several inexplicable concepts. "Several astronomers in 1998 confided to me that my observations were wrong. What is surprising is that when the three astronomers also proposed the same theory based on observational findings, it was also rejected."
He said the presence of dark energy was later confirmed by the Wilkinson Microwave Probe (WMAP) and the Sloane Digital Sky Survey. He claims that his research papers had received several critical reviews.
Though Sidharth had presented his papers at the Jerusalem conference and got them published in the international journals, they went unnoticed by the subsequent researchers, including the three Nobel prize winners.
Sidharth feels that the Nobel academy should have acknowledged his contribution, but does not plan to take up the issue with it. However, he said, several of his scientist friends are planning to write to the Academy. "I am happy that my findings have been reconfirmed, though I did not expect that the theory would fetch the Nobel prize," he signs off. (India Today)
Before the last few years, it was generally assumed that newborn babies did not feel pain, or if they did, that it was a rather vague and easily forgotten experience that did not need painkillers. Because of this, little analgesia (pain-relief) was used when newborns had operations (such as circumcision) or other medical procedures. The other reason analgesia was rarely used is because most strong painkillers can stop a baby from breathing unless carefully supervised. The belief that newborns felt little pain came from research that found that a newborn's pain sensing system was not yet fully developed, and that they had fewer pain-receptor cells and nerves than children and adults. Support for the theory also came from noticing that while newborns do cry after blood tests and other painful events, they can also cry in a very similar way from just being moved, or cry for no reason at all.
However it has become clear over the last decade that newborns do feel pain and that their crying from pain is different to "reflex" crying. It is also clear that very painful experiences are somehow remembered by babies. Research has recently shown that single, very painful experiences (such circumcision operations done without painkillers) result in the baby having exaggerated responses to later less painful experiences such as routine immunisations. This lasts for many months, and some suggest that it may last for years (although there is no evidence for this). Because of this new realisation about the importance of pain-relief for babies, newborns are now routinely given painkillers for most, if not all painful procedures (although not for immunisations).
One of the problems with giving newborns painkillers, is that many standard painkillers don't work well in newborns, partly because their nervous system is not fully developed. Because of this, there has been a lot of interest in "natural" pain-killing methods that might be more suited to the more primitive pain system of the newborn. For example, we know that certain tastes help reduce pain in newborns - and that as little as 2ml of milk or sugar can reduce pain in newborns (and also helps reduce "reflex" crying). When this was studied in newborn rats, it seemed that the milk and sugar stimulated the release of the body's natural painkillers, endorphins. Even just suckling and contact with the mother's skin helps to slightly to reduce pain levels, as babies who are held in full-body contact with their mother cry and grimace less when they have blood tests.
One question yet unanswered is whether breastfeeding itself might be an effective painkiller in newborns. Breastfeeding gives all of the natural methods of pain-relief, the full body contact, the suckling, and the milk and sugar. Plus breastmilk may contain natural pain-killing substances we don't know about. These researchers investigated whether breastfeeding babies during blood tests by heel-prick reduced the pain they felt.
These authors studied 30 healthy full-term newborns that were breastfed and needed to have blood tests by heel-prick. With their mother's permission, the babies were randomly assigned to being breast-fed during the blood test, or wrapped in a blanket and laid in a bassinet during the blood test (which is the standard procedure). A researcher watched the baby throughout and after the blood test, and recorded how much and how long they cried, if their heart rate increased (a sign of pain) and how much they grimaced (facial contortions and grimacing is a recognised sign of pain in babies). The two groups were then compared to see if those which were breastfed had less pain.
Amazingly, the researchers found that crying and grimacing were reduced by 91% and 84% respectively if the baby was being breastfed during the blood test! Breastfed babies only cried of 4% of the time taken by the blood test, compared to the other babies who cried for almost half the whole procedure. In fact, three-quarters of the babies did not cry or grimace at all during the blood test. Also, the breastfed babies' heartrate did not increase almost at all during the test, again suggesting that breastfeeding acts to reduce pain significantly. The researcher concluded rightly that breastfeeding is actually a very potent painkiller - and is probably much more potent than most drugs!
Breastfeeding your baby through blood tests, needles and other painful procedures will substantially reduce the pain and distress they feel. Insist on doing this even though the doctors and nurses may not like it.
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• You can meet the Superintendent of Police or other higher officers like Deputy Inspector General of Police & Inspector General of Police and bring your complaint to their notice.
• You can send your complaint in writing and by post to the Superintendent of Police concerned. If the Superintendent of Police is satisfied with your complaint, he shall either investigate the case himself or order an investigation to be made.
• You can file a private complaint before the court having jurisdiction.
• You can also make a complaint to the State Human Rights Commission, or
• the National Human Rights Commission if the police does nothing to enforce the law or does it in a biased and corrupt manner.
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I’ll let you in on a secret jealously guarded by the God of PC: Equal prize money for men and women at the Grand Slam tennis tournaments is an insult to every principle of fairness—including equal pay for equal work. The pay is equal; the work isn’t.
Every ex-pro doing TV commentary knows this. But tennis commentators also know how the cookie crumbles. One un-PC strike and you’re out, especially when comparing the women’s game to the men’s. Only once did John McEnroe let the cat out of the bag. Pestered for the umpteenth time about how he’d do against Serena, he said that any full-time male player could beat any woman. When similarly queried about women’s tennis, French veteran Guy Forget reportedly shrugged and said, “C’est une autre chose.” A different thing then. It’s only the prize money that’s the same.
I’m not one of those curmudgeons who begrudge athletes their incomes. The world’s best at anything should be—and always have been—properly rewarded. The 128 men vying for the €1.2 million top prize at the ongoing French Open are among the best in the world, and so are the players competing in the various junior and senior age groups. But if we believe McEnroe, and he knows his tennis, their women colleagues are nowhere near the top couple of thousand, and yet even a first-round loser went home with €25,000—a little more than Britain’s average annual income.
As I write this, Sky TV pundits, including Mats Wilander, Frew McMillan, and assorted British ex-pros, are negotiating their way around numerous sensitivity traps. With the same footloose dexterity they used to display on the courts, they heap superlatives on every routine put-away by a female player while trying to ignore the kind of shortcomings that would shame my club doubles partner. Still, occasionally they let things slip.
Thus Chris Wilkinson (once a quarterfinalist at Wimbledon) on Maria Sharapova: “She doesn’t know how to brush the back of the ball to get topspin on her second serve…not much feel at the net…can only play one way…no Plan B….” And Mats Wilander, seven-time Grand Slam winner, on Caroline Wozniacki, world No. 1: “Her slice isn’t a professional stroke…no real weapons…needs to learn to hit with more pace….”
Other commentators wouldn’t be outdone: “Can’t move as well as the men…few can volley…don’t play with much imagination…don’t know how to hit a topspin serve…she doesn’t look like a natural athlete….” Hardly a women’s match goes by without the commentator making the kind of helpful suggestions one would expect from a club coach paid £30 a hour to teach a novice to take his racquet back early.
Whenever we compare men and women players, we must allow for the natural physiological differences: Men are stronger and faster. Though a tennis stroke is a matter of timing more than musculature, we shouldn’t expect a woman to hit a serve at 150MPH or a forehand at 110. However, there’s no physiological explanation for why women can’t develop the same technique as the men. They just can’t.
Tennis is a highly technical game. Add together the choice of three basic spins on the forehand, backhand, and serve, consider various volleys, half-volleys, lobs, service returns, and drop shots, and you’ll get at least 25 strokes making up any good player’s essential repertoire. Every man in a major’s main draw can hit each one of these 25 strokes well. Perhaps not equally well: Many players make their living on the baseline and aren’t natural at volleying. But they can all volley competently when made to do so.
How many of these 25 strokes have most of their female colleagues mastered? In broad numbers, three: flattish first serve and two flattish ground strokes. That’s why their matches resemble rallying practice sessions accompanied by feral shrieks: thump-shriek-thump-shriek-thump into the back fence-squeal of a mortally wounded animal. No attempt to construct the point, no flair for the unexpected, no discernible strategy—just thump and shriek.
To be fair, there are exceptions. Francesca Schiavone has most shots. Samantha Stosur can kick her second serve. Vera Zvonareva knows how to work a rally. And stroke-for-stroke, the recently retired Justine Henin was at least equal to any man—with her backhand superior to most. But these exceptions prove the rule: Most women either can’t or won’t develop a well-rounded technique.
They have no such limitations in other fields. Female musicians and singers aren’t technically inferior to their male colleagues. Nor are women artists. Nor are women writers. Nor, closer to our subject, are women runners, jumpers, or cyclists. So what brings out the worst in female tennis pros?
It’s not only technique: Unlike women in other sports, most female tennis players don’t have the conditioning of professional athletes. In a recent comparative survey of different sports, male tennis players were among the fittest athletes, while the women among the least fit. In other words, most female tennis players don’t work hard enough on their game’s technical or physical aspects.
Richard Krajicek, 1996 Wimbledon winner, once ungraciously said that “75 percent of the top 100 women are fat pigs.” A gentleman doesn’t talk about ladies that way, but many female players have physiques that more naturally belong in GQ than Tennis World. A few years ago GQ ran nude shots of two top players, having paid a seven-digit fee for the dubious privilege. And Caroline Wozniacki’s scantily clad, overfed body can be ogled on countless websites, including her own. (I’ve conducted the research personally—strictly for professional reasons, you understand.)
Perhaps this hints at the problem: Female players who look good in or out of clothes can have lucrative careers without having to hit tennis balls all that well. Take, for example, one blonde girl, long since retired, who never won a WTA tournament. In her only meaningful contribution to Grand Slams she once decided an Australian Open’s final by having entertained one of the participants throughout the night before, rendering him barely able to walk. Even though her on-court athleticism and creativity were nowhere near the same standard as Wozniacki’s, the girl has made millions modeling clothes, doing TV shows and commercials, and posing for the kind of pictures that got photographers arrested a generation ago. Following in her footsteps, Sharapova has amassed a reputed $90-million fortune, though less than $15 million of that was won on the tennis court. (Racquets don’t feature prominently in her alluring Google Images.)
While men pros concentrate on their job, women let outside interests take over. Practice courts, gyms, and running tracks are no competition for catwalks and studios. Many, including the Williams sisters, stop playing full-time. Some, like our blonde vixen of Aussie Open fame, stop playing altogether. There’s no need.
There is no justification for women getting equal prize money. And the commercial argument doesn’t work, either. Men play best-of-five matches, while the ladies only go best-of-three. Statistically, men’s matches are twice as likely to go to four sets as women’s to three, and many go to five. If men play twice as long, pro rata they get paid half as much.
The longer men’s matches also mean more commercial breaks and bigger TV revenues. And it’s not only the number of minutes, it’s also the ratings. If one channel were showing a match between Nadal and Federer (#1 and #3 in the world) and another between Wozniacki and Zvonareva (ditto), which one would you watch? Thought so. So would millions of others.
Ultimately, neither sporting nor commercial considerations led to equal prize money for women. It resulted from a sustained political campaign started by Billie Jean King in 1973, when the Women’s Tennis Association was founded specifically for this purpose. The campaign then gathered speed. Although the US Open surrendered that very year, Wimbledon and the French didn’t succumb until 2007. But in the end injustice prevailed. Whenever this happens, we are all the poorer for it.
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“There was a huge explosion in the basement—several seconds before the plane hit the tower!” ___________________________________________________________ William “Willy” Rodriguez is the 9/11 hero who helped save hundreds of lives, and the last person to escape alive from the World Trade Center (WTC) Towers.
Inasmuch as the thrust of this narrative is meant to be about the honor, nobleness, and benevolence of heroism, be forewarned.
In its effort to reveal the essential goodness that resides in the hearts of most human beings, it also inexorably exposes the vilest evil that festers in the minds of a few.
Once past the heroism, this story begins to slice through the slimy underbelly of a vile, pathological beast that controls our lives, and gives us glimpses of the innards of this creature that grins gleefully at our gullibility and simple innocence while trampling on our most basic human rights.
This story is a wake-up call to the citizens of planet Earth.
Employed at the WTC for 19 years as a maintenance worker, Rodriguez was responsible for the upkeep and safety of the stairwells within the 110-storey North Tower. On the morning of 9/11, Rodriguez was the only person at the WTC site with the master key to the North Tower stairwell doors. [NB: For fire containment purposes, only doors on every fourth level were normally left unlocked.]
In the immediate aftermath of the attacks, Rodriguez personally rescued fifteen injured persons from the WTC by leading—often carrying—them to safety. Having evacuated the injured from the basement levels, he rushed back into the tower and led firefighters up the stairwells. Unlocking doors to various floors as they ascended, he aided in the successful evacuation of unknown hundreds of survivors.
At great risk to his own life, Rodriguez re-entered the structure three times, and even rescued people trapped between floors in elevator cars by lowering ladders down into shafts. Having helped lead everyone he could find to safety, he finally decided to exit the building.
Rodriguez is believed to be the last person to leave the collapsing North Tower alive.
He survived the building's collapse by diving beneath a fire truck, where he lay trapped, completely buried in a mountain of dust and rubble for over two hours. Barely able to breathe, he thought he would “die for sure” under that truck where he was literally entombed.
An agnostic, he prayed for the first time in his adult life. As he now unshakably believes, God does listen to heartfelt prayers, and miracles do happen.
A policeman who had been standing across the street had caught a fleeting glimpse of Rodriguez as he leapt under the truck a split second before the tower collapsed in an avalanche of debris.
It was this officer who later returned with help believing that the man under that truck might still be alive.
Rodriguez has been spiritually transformed by this experience and has embraced his faith again with deep reverence.
For his outstanding heroism during America’s desperate hour, William Rodriguez received a special commendation for valor from President George W. Bush at a special White House ceremony.
And that is the extent of the official story as it pertains to William Rodriguez’s involvement relating to rescue efforts following the 9/11 attacks.
But, as you shall see, his incredible heroism was but the tip of the 9/11 iceberg.
Heroism and accolades aside, what is truly incredible about Rodriguez’s story is a shocking fact that has been concealed from public knowledge, and remains largely unknown to this day.
Rodriguez and a handful of co-workers who were down in the basement at the time of the attack, actually heard and felt huge explosions beneath their feet in the lower basement levels.
While this anomaly in itself should have been cause for serious investigation, it is the timing of these explosions that is extremely troubling:
They occurred several seconds before the first airplane impacted the tower.
The first of these explosions, which occurred about 7-8 seconds before the plane struck the tower was so powerful it literally threw Rodriguez upwards, clean off the floor, as parts of the false ceiling collapsed onto and around him.
Rodriguez heard and felt at least three explosions going off down in the basement levels within seconds of each other.
Absolute pandemonium broke out, with screams of “Bombs! Bombs!” rising above the din as terrified workers scattered in all directions, frantically seeking ways to escape.
[NB: There were a total of six basement levels. Level-2, immediately below Rodriguez’s position and the apparent location of the first explosion, was a “Mechanical Floor”—a restricted access area.]
But the “bombs” were by no means confined to the basement levels.
During his subsequent rescue efforts on the upper floors, Rodriguez claims he heard explosions going off “all over the building.”
Felipe David, a colleague, who was working at the far end of basement Level-1 across from Rodriguez, fell victim to the second explosion. David was walking towards a supply room when the entire wall suddenly exploded in front of him.
Burned beyond recognition, David managed to stagger towards Rodriguez when Willy took one look at the man and froze.
The skin on his face had almost completely peeled away exposing raw, pink flesh, and the burnt skin of his outstretched arms was hanging horrifically, “like sheets of loose cloth.”
David was the first casualty whose life Rodriguez saved by carrying him up to paramedics at street level, after which he returned to the basement in spite of police orders.
The 9/11 Commission Hearing
At the closed-door 9/11 Commission hearing, Rodriguez testified under oath that explosions were going off in the basement of the North Tower before the first plane impacted the building.
He explained in great detail to the Commissioners the numerous cases of serious injuries he had personally witnessed that were caused by these explosions.
He even provided the panel with a list of firsthand witnesses to the explosions, people who were ready to testify under oath.
One of the individuals Rodriguez recommended the panel summon was his friend and fellow employee, John Mongello.
Mongello was in the lobby of the neighboring South Tower when the first aircraft plowed into the North Tower where Rodriguez was located.
It would be another sixteen minutes before the second aircraft would rip into the one Mongello was in.
Yet, within a minute of the first plane hitting the North Tower, an elevator in the South Tower exploded to smithereens right before his eyes!
Mongello and others were literally blown backwards by the blast, as people—many, horribly burned—began to run willy-nilly shrieking in pain, shock, and sheer terror. Thick, black smoke could be seen billowing out of the now exposed elevator shaft, and the pungent smell of “gunpowder” was very evident.
Again, just as with the North Tower, this explosion occurred inside a building that had not yet been struck by a plane!
How could a plane crashing into the North Tower possibly have caused elevators in the South Tower to explode?
The esteemed 9/11 Commission never bothered to ask.
Worse, and to his utter disbelief, Rodriguez later discovered that his statements were completely omitted from the official record. As a result, not one word of this decorated hero’s startling testimony appeared in the much-ballyhooed 9/11 Commission Report, a document that continues to be touted as “the most detailed, definitive study of the events of 9/11.”
Furthermore, Rodriguez was told, quite emphatically, not to speak about the explosions to others until “further investigations” had been carried out. As the world knows, this has yet to happen.
As a result of much public pressure, the Commission’s investigation records were finally made public—seven years later, in January 2009.
Rodriguez was stunned to find that his testimony was among those marked "restricted,” and thus inaccessible to the public. His crucial evidence remains restricted to this day.
Naturally, Rodriguez was flabbergasted by the Commission’s clearly suspect actions, but anger at the subterfuge was soon eclipsed by his far deeper anxiety.
He was convinced beyond a doubt there were explosives planted within the Towers. The official explanation—jet fuel, which is simply kerosene—made no sense at all.
Besides, he had overheard many exchanges on firemen’s two-way radios that day that confirmed virtually all the jet fuel had burned off, and the few remaining scattered fires looked like they could easily be knocked out.
He was convinced the explosions he had seen, felt, and heard that day were not caused by kerosene.
They were caused by deliberately positioned explosives.
What cemented his belief and reinforced it even further was something he saw on television the next day:
WTC building 7 collapsing into its footprint like a house of cards. In a matter of seconds. 
He had walked by that building numerous times. WTC7 was a 47-storey steel-framed skyscraper that was located a few hundred feet away from the Towers, and a plane had not even struck it. But, just like the Twin Towers, it, too, it suddenly collapsed into its own footprint.
The first thought that struck him was, “That building was a fortress. How could it just have fallen like that?”
Having experienced the explosions in the North Tower firsthand, and then having seen footage of Building 7 collapse in freefall, there were no doubts whatsoever left in his mind:
All three buildings were purposely demolished with explosives.
[NB: In regard to WTC7, the 9/11 Commission Report, again, mentioned absolutely nothing about this 47-storey skyscraper’s sudden and unbelievable collapse. Nor did it mention a word about the numerous eyewitness accounts of multiple explosions within that building. Not one word. It was completely ignored.]
As to who might have planted the explosives, he was at a loss. He couldn’t conceive how the alleged terrorists could have pulled it off; they couldn’t possibly have gained access to these buildings. He was convinced there had to have been other players involved—insiders.
He found such a prospect not only ominous in the extreme, but also disorienting and confusing on many levels. Suddenly, nothing seemed to make sense. Only one thought consumed him.
Who were the killers?
Having worked at the WTC for close upon two decades, he obviously was very familiar with its general layout. The North Tower, in particular, was nigh a second home to him. An extremely affable fellow, Rodriguez had many friends in the WTC community. His days almost invariably began with breakfast with co-workers at the employees’ cafeteria at Windows On The World, the elegant restaurant on the 107th floor.
Especially following the 1993 bombing, security in the towers was extremely tight. That was glaringly obvious wherever he went. So how did the culprits manage to gain access?
He started to look into the security company in charge of the WTC complex, Securacom, and was more than a little surprised by the identities of two of its top executives.
President George W. Bush's brother Marvin Bush and his cousin, Wirt Walker III, were both principals of the company. Further, he found this very same company was in charge of security at Dulles airport and United Airlines—both central to the attacks.
Brushing this curious connection aside as coincidence, he began to wonder about the practical difficulties the perpetrators would have encountered in gaining access to the buildings. He tried to recall having seen any suspicious people, or strange occurrences.
Pieces began to slowly come together.
He recalled seeing small teams of men in white “HazMat” coveralls busily moving about the building in the weeks preceding the attacks. Their presence didn’t strike him as particularly odd at the time, except for the fact that they used the stairwells almost exclusively and avoided using the service elevators. But he now began to wonder about these men’s real identities and true purpose.
One particularly bizarre incident snapped into focus, one that was so frightening he recalls it made his “hair stand up.”
A few weeks prior to the attacks, he was working in a stairwell on the 34th floor, which he knew to be completely vacant. Suddenly, he heard the strangest sound—one he’d never heard inside the tower in his nearly twenty years there.
It was a powerful, ominous, “rumbling” sound of something extremely heavy being rolled about. It sounded like a “huge metal dumpster on steel wheels, containing something extremely heavy—tons—being rolled around” a floor that he knew to have been totally empty—devoid even of furniture.
Yet, Rodriguez categorically maintains there was “someone” on that floor moving some monstrous contraption about.
Oddly, he admits to having been gripped by intense fear at the time, but he was having difficulty verbalizing to me the exact nature of his apprehension. While this didn’t strike me as having been a particularly inauspicious occurrence, it was clear he had been deeply affected by it. He immediately reported the incident to the main office, but was reassured it was a vacant floor.
Rodriguez was emphatic that he felt so frightened by this incident he didn’t dare open the door to look inside because he literally feared for his life.
He intuitively sensed grave danger behind that door, and did his best to avoid the 34th floor thereafter.
[NB: It is worth considering that long-term occupancy (and thus control) of a whole floor would have granted occupants virtually unlimited and unobstructed access from all sides to the entire 47-column central core of the tower via the elevator shafts. By sequentially disabling individual elevators for ‘servicing,’ the occupants would have had clear access to the entire 1,350-ft central load-bearing core—from the topmost floor right down the 6th level basement sitting on bedrock.]
Willy does not strike me as a man who can be frightened very easily, and this one anecdote has always intrigued me. The emotions I saw in his eyes, and his body language as he was describing the event were real. I was left with no doubt that what he experienced that day was extremely frightening and deeply impressionable.
Man on a Mission
I first met Willy in 2004 when he was touring the country with millionaire philanthropist Jimmy Walter. Walter had recently awoken to 9/11 truth, and was an indomitable firebrand.
Frenziedly mass-producing DVDs, organizing public events and seminars, and doing everything he possibly could to get the message out to the world, he was a one-man tour de force on his own mission of truth.
Such was his fervor, he once even stood in lone protest outside the White House bearing a placard that read, “9/11 was an inside job.” I recall being greatly impressed by the spectacle of such a wealthy, successful man willingly facing scorn and ridicule by going that far out on a limb in the service of a cause as incendiary as 9/11. Quite a guy, Jimmy.
Walter, seeing in Rodriguez the clear mark of authenticity, drive, and commitment, soon took Willy under his wing. Once the two teamed up, Rodriguez was telling his extraordinary story at various public gatherings that Walter was helping organize.
Willy had been “advised” by officials to keep to himself his “different” views on the events of that day, but that wasn’t about to stop him. His deeply traumatic experience and the shocking anomalies he had witnessed simply would not allow him to keep from asking the kind of questions most found exceedingly “uncomfortable”—even outrageously ‘unpatriotic.’
Dalliance with Politics
The White House ceremony had all but guaranteed his meteoric rise to stardom as a national hero. However, his newfound celebrity status would soon have its concomitant obligations.
More than a few high-ranking officials had advised him of the “sensitivity” of the times, and told him in no uncertain terms that it would be unwise for him to pursue his disquieting inquiries into “unfounded theories.”.
It was proving to be “very embarrassing.”
Ironically, at the same time, there was also tremendous support and encouragement being lavished by these very same officials, soliciting his participation on an altogether different agenda: To promote “patriotic unity” and emphasize to the nation the dire need for America to strike back hard at the ‘enemy.’
And things actually got rather intoxicating for a while.
Rodriguez the hero was soon inveigled with promises of political office in the Hispanic community, and carrots of all kinds were dangled before him.
He found the attempts to win him over by various Republican power-players to be almost overwhelming. The heady publicity had suddenly thrust him on the national stage, and he was deemed by Party strategists to be the ideal Republican candidate to woo the more than 30 million Hispanic voters in the country.
Charismatic, articulate, good-looking, fluently bi-lingual and a national hero to boot, he was a natural—the perfect political candidate.
Before joining the WTC staff, Rodriguez had worked for ten years as an aide to New York Governor Mario Cuomo, helping organize press conferences for high-level policy-making events, so he even had the basic political training already under his belt. [He also possessed stage panache to boot. An avid amateur magician, he had worked in his younger days as an assistant to The Amazing Randi.]
The Republican Party even made arrangements to send him to train for political office, and offered Rodriguez millions of dollars in campaign financing to run on the national Hispanic platform. For a brief while he was a rising star with stellar prospects.
But this titillating new potential career also carried with it a huge price—one, he soon discovered, that was in tension with his probity, and sense of righteousness and duty.
It didn’t take him long to decide. He refused to be seduced into concealing a truth he believed the world absolutely needed to know.
There was no doubt in Rodriguez’s mind that the official narrative re 9/11 was far from true. He believed it was his patriotic duty to alert his fellow Americans to what actually happened that terrible day. “I had to choose whether to tell the truth, or play their game,” he told me. “I couldn’t get myself to play their game.”
Tempting as the alternatives were, the forces of truth had prevailed.
Celebrity No More
That pivotal decision caused all Republican encouragement and offers of political support to evaporate.
The decorated 9/11 hero was now quite suddenly not only a Party pariah, but also persona non grata in the halls of high power.
By taking his courageous stand, Rodriguez had unwittingly assumed a very dangerous role, one that would pose a direct threat to powers that lay behind the veneer of party politics.
He had just signed his own political death warrant.
Naturally, the muzzled media didn’t appear willing to report any of what Rodriguez had to say. As always, they felt obliged to promote whatever the propaganda ministry wanted the masses to believe.
It takes enormous courage to go against such opposition, but that’s the kind of man Willy is. He says he owes it to his many friends—more than two hundred of them—who were butchered that day by an evil shadowy group in pursuit of some diabolical geopolitical agenda.
Shocked, inconsolable and deeply disturbed to this day, he continues his campaign with extraordinary energy and an admirable sense of purpose.
When I suggested it might be time for him to throttle back a notch, he responded, “I can’t. I am driven because I have a need to find out who the real killers are. The alleged Arab hijackers couldn’t possibly have rigged all those explosives. No way.”
The Mission Goes Global
Jimmy Walter wasted no time financing a “9/11 Truth World Tour” to raise awareness about the 9/11 fraud by first taking the message across America and later around the world.
And money was no object. Not one to approach such a grand and noble undertaking with anything less that total commitment, Walter famously offered a $1 million cash reward to any engineer or scientist in the world who could prove, in an academic technical paper, that the three towers could have collapsed the way they did without explosives.
Despite massive national publicity—the million-dollar challenge was even sent to the engineering faculties of over 100 universities, as well as a host of major architectural and structural engineering firms—there were no takers.
None. Zero. The prize remains unclaimed to this day. [But is this surprising? How does one prove water isn’t wet?]
Walter’s group was comprised of a team of world-class experts: architects, engineers, pilots, firefighters, metallurgists, chemists, and psychologists, among others . The group made a slew of public presentations in major cities across the US before moving on to Europe, and later, Venezuela, Singapore, Japan and elsewhere speaking to packed audiences everywhere they traveled.
Walter and Rodriguez even made private presentations to former Malaysian Prime Minister Mahathir Mohamad and Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez. They were surprised to find both these leaders were more than a little knowledgeable about the cover-up.
Willy told me that the home of Nicolas Maduro, president of the Venezuelan Assembly, was brimming with books, videos and documents about the 9/11 cover-up. Maduro, Venezuela's top legislator, intoned that he was ready to create an international investigative committee to look into the "international crime scene" that is 9/11, and that this would be structured via Chavez's government.
Walter and Rodriguez also appeared on every major Venezuelan television and radio station, both private and state-owned, and gave presentations to several universities. They were also scheduled to appear on Chavez's weekly broadcast 'Alo Presidente', but this was canceled at the last minute for unspecified reasons.
And things evidently got quite dicey during their trip. Rodriguez discovered that undercover FBI agents on the ground in Venezuela had asked the hotel where he and Walter were staying to turn over a list of names of residents. On hearing this, the Venezuelan National Assembly provided both men armed military protection for the entirety of their trip.
A Sudden Serious Setback
All of these valiant efforts by these two incredibly courageous men eventually amounted to naught. Quite unexpectedly, and inexplicably, all the energy, enthusiasm and momentum they had amassed suddenly appeared to have hit a brick wall.
They were informed, rather sheepishly by cohorts of the two leaders, that 9/11 was simply too big an issue to “rush into,” and that it would be advisable to postpone further action to allow time for “more research.”
Such is the awesome fear-inspiring power and global reach of the amorphous perpetrators of this monstrous crime.
Eventually, in utter frustration at his inability to make any real headway after over three years of tireless effort and colossal expense, and hampered by poor health, Jimmy Walter finally decided to call it a day.
That little adventure had cost Walter over $6 million of his personal money.
Jimmy’s parting words to me, in 2007, embodied a truth that continues to resonate and gain currency as the years roll by:
“Trying to outdo the mainstream media by throwing a few million bucks around is like trying to outshine the sun with a flashgun.”
It’s hardly surprising you’ve heard nothing about these men’s heroic initiatives on the local evening “news”—little more than bread and circuses, artfully packaged and insidiously seeded for consumption by the gullible, clueless masses.
Witnesses Begin to Drop Dead
It wasn’t long afterwards that Rodriguez got his next wake-up call. Kenny Johanneman, another of Willy’s close friends and former WTC colleague, had also been in the basement with him when the bombs were going off.
Willy, now working on behalf of the community of Hispanic victims, survivors and their families, had decided to contact everyone he knew who had been present at the WTC that day so he could record their personal experiences on video.
During a lengthy interview, Johanneman recounted his experience in great detail, holding back nothing. Johanneman, who had made it his personal mission to tell everyone he knew—and anyone else who’d listen—that he had seen “floors blow up in the basement before the plane hit,” appeared extremely eager (almost nervously so, Willy now recalls) to get his story on tape.
Three days after the interview, Rodriguez received the bad news.
Kenny Johanneman had suddenly “committed suicide.” Gunshot to the head.
This is frighteningly reminiscent of Barry Jennings, the former New York Housing Authority Emergency Coordinator and key 9/11 witness who suddenly died of unknown causes days before the release of NIST’s “amended” report on the collapse of WTC7.
Jennings is on record  stating, unequivocally and emphatically regarding Building 7, that “explosions were going off all over the place”—while the Twin Towers were still standing!
Jennings also stated during an interview that he was “stepping over bodies” in the main lobby of WTC7 as he was being led out by firemen. The lobby, he testified on video, “looked like a bomb had gone off inside it.”
Not only had no aircraft hit this building, the Twin Towers were still standing.
[NB: This is virtually identical to John Mongello’s testimony about elevators exploding in the South Tower before a plane even hit the building.]
Mr. Jennings, too, suffered a sudden and mysterious death at age 53.
Dylan Avery, a documentary producer, commissioned a private detective to investigate Jennings’ suspicious death (and the subsequent disappearance of his wife and two children). Within days the man returned Avery’s’s check to him and, giving no reason, refused to continue with the case.
The latest casualty in the long line of 9/11 expert witnesses to die under suspicious circumstances was Dutch demolition expert Danny Jawenko, president of Exposieve Demolitie BV, a leading Dutch controlled demolition company.
Having watched a video of WTC Building 7 suddenly fall at freefall speed, Mr. Jawenko had the courage to stand up and authoritatively assert  that he was “absolutely positive” WTC7 was brought down by controlled demolition.
On July 18, 2011, while driving home alone in his own car, Mr. Jawenko’s vehicle suddenly accelerated, swerved off the road and crashed into a tree at high speed.
Danny Jawenko was killed instantly.
The Mission Ratchets Up
During Rodriguez’s long crusade, he also contacted the FBI, but they never followed up on his reports. [It’s almost certain they did, but were probably allowed to take it only so far.] The same holds true with the mainstream media.
CNN spent a day interviewing Rodriguez at his home, but when it was broadcast the following day it had been thoroughly edited: they glamorized the heroic rescues and the White House tamasha, of course, but wholly excised anything pertaining to the explosions. It was a total whitewash.
Some reporters have subtly warned Rodriguez to keep quiet, as his outspokenness could jeopardize his life. “You don’t know whom you’re dealing with,” one major-network insider told him. But Willy had already defiantly looked death in the face and will probably continue to tell his story, damn the torpedoes.
He says he is speaking for his friends who were forever rendered speechless, and adds, “I am living on borrowed time; I probably should be dead anyway.”
It’s probably this do-or-die attitude that has imbued Rodriguez with the guts to take his dauntless campaign as far as he has.
How gutsy is he, and how far is he willing to go?
In 2004 Rodriguez was the lead plaintiff in a RICO lawsuit filed against President George W. Bush and 155 of his henchmen, accusing them of complicity in the 9/11 attacks, conspiracy to commit murder and other crimes.
This is hardly the behavior of a man afraid of getting whacked.
But don’t hold your breath waiting for a sensational courthouse drama with Dubya sweating it out in the hot seat. The court dismissed Rodriguez's claims against the USA, DHS, and FEMA, and gave Rodriguez until July 7, 2006 to show cause why his lawsuit should not be dismissed with respect to the other 153 defendants. Due to a falling out with his attorney Rodriguez failed to do so, and the court dismissed the case.
But he’d be the first to tell you this was never about winning.
It was about getting the public to wake up to the facts about 9/11—the single most heinous crime and unconscionable fraud ever foisted on the inhabitants of this planet.
Preparing For The 10th Anniversary
The 9/11 Truth movement is growing almost exponentially, with literally hundreds of groups active worldwide, and more blossoming by the day.
But this took a few years to get going.
So utterly overwhelming was the initial mainstream propaganda barrage, and so raw were people’s emotions and sensitivities in the aftermath of the attacks, those who were quick to see through the fraud couldn’t even begin to think of organizing a handful of local activists, let alone a worldwide network.
Gradually—and thanks almost entirely to the Internet—lines of communication began to open across the country and around the world, helping activists to organize, communicate, build cohesion, and spread the word to the millions still asleep.
It was only a matter of time before people would become aware of the mountains of shockingly obvious evidence that’s freely available online—such as WTC7 in freefall. Common sense would then inevitably kick in and take over, helping them to pierce the veil of the official myth on their own. There is, after all, a limit to denial.
As a result of the steadfast efforts of thousand of dedicated activists, what began as a trickle is now fast reaching torrential proportions.
Reaching critical mass is no longer a distant hope. Especially given the millions waking up around the world to 9/11’s offspring—the bogus ‘war on terror’, DHS, the militarized police state, the monumental Bankster fraud—critical mass re 9/11 is now imminent, and an absolute certainty.
Thousands of activists around the world are helping spread the 9/11 message via public presentations, free DVDs, and even huge highway billboards.
All too aware of the astonishing rise in public awareness, desperate operations are currently afoot by the ‘powers that be’ to counter this worrisome trend.
Major Hollywood stars—including Robert DeNiro—have been signed up to read the fairytale script pushing the ‘Official Conspiracy Theory.’ I.e., how nineteen clueless Arabs who, without tickets or boarding passes, climbed aboard four airliners, hijacked the craft using little box-cutters, and then brilliantly outwitted the most formidable military force on the planet and its entire multi-trillion-dollar defense apparatus for almost two hours—all without a single fighter interceptor in the fearsome American arsenal so much as turning a wheel for the entire duration.
This upcoming mass-media pageant, of course, will be further bolstered by the government’s openly proclaimed—and ongoing—assault on 9/11 “conspiracy” groups.
Obama’s regulatory Czar, Cass Sunstein, has officially initiated a nakedly aggressive program of “cognitive infiltration,’ an insidious initiative where government agent provocateurs have been ordered to covertly penetrate 9/11 truth movements and attempt to structurally disable these organizations from within by sowing disinformation.
One can only wonder why this kind of deep sabotage would be necessary—unless these “conspiracy nuts” now poses a real and present danger to the powers that be.
But, take heart, dear reader: although truth lives a wretched life, it outlives a lie every time.
Besides, it would take a lot more than a covert program of “cognitive infiltration”’ to dismantle 9/11 truth—that would first require rewriting the laws of physics.
On the side of Truth, we have literally thousands of professional architects, engineers, firefighters, pilots, scientists, and other similar groups comprised of professionals with impeccable credentials who are planning their own public relations initiatives.
But, in a country where 78% of its citizens get 92% of their news from television, these groups have their work cut out for them.
Despite the challenges that lie ahead, I cannot bring myself to agree with Jimmy Walter’s assessment that this would be an undertaking tantamount to “trying to outshine the sun with a flashgun.”
Rather, I would prefer to invoke the wisdom of Victor Hugo: “No army can stop an idea whose time has come.”
The Power Of One
Meanwhile, there is one brave man packing a ‘flashgun’ who’s working wonders on his own. And he dismisses defeat as an impossibility.
I was elated to discover that Willy Rodriguez’s undiminished efforts are still in full swing, and about to reap rich rewards.
The man is on fire. He’s been reeling off interviews with major media outlets around the world at a ferocious rate, gearing up for a full-blown one-man 10th anniversary assault on the Dark Force.
Rodriguez recently mentioned some of the interviews he already has in the bag:
Yomiuri Shinbun (Japan), Arbitron (worldwide), Shanghai Morning Post (China), Express News (Pakistan), Global National News (Canada), Telemondo (Latin America), Le Point (France), RT (Russia), Radio Televicion Espanola (Spain), Reuters, and CNN (again). There are many more in the works that will be ready by 9/11/12.
[NB: Willy was quick to mention he’d learnt a bitter lesson from his last encounter with CNN—now, he rattles off his responses as seamlessly as possible to deny cutting-room butchers their “edit points!”]
Rodriguez is also polishing up a brilliant new documentary all his own, “From The Rubble,” which will also be released in time for the 10th anniversary. I watched the raw version last evening in its entirety.
It’s a brilliant bit of work—profoundly emotive, incredibly detailed, fact-filled and chockablock with riveting interviews with WTC employees, firemen, police officers, paramedics and other first-responders. These are all rescuers who were there, hands-on, in the thick of it, and witnessed the entire tragedy firsthand.
Even in its current rough state, I can unreservedly state it’s the most compelling 9/11 documentary I’ve seen to date.
Time To Give It Our All
Given the appalling trail of deaths of 9/11 witnesses over the past ten years, it would make sense that the best way to ensure the safety of surviving key witnesses like Rodriguez would, ironically, be for these individuals to continue to stay planted in the public spotlight.
Considering the serious threat these brave souls pose to the criminals at large, this might be the only strategy that could offer them a modicum of safety.
The more people who know about this brave man, and the many other men and women like him, the greater the chances of thwarting their ‘suicides’ or ‘heart attacks.’
On behalf of every one in the 9/11 Truth movement; in memory of the three thousand Americans who perished needlessly on that tragic day; and the million-plus innocents who have been slaughtered (and continue to be massacred) in distant lands on account of this fiendish fraud; it would be fitting, proper, and necessary to conclude with a message to all those who have awoken to The Big Lie, yet choose to do nothing: