From mujca.com;

Letter from Ground Zero: Emotional Intelligence and 9/11 Truth

Hi all,

I just got back from a rip-roaring, mind-boggling 9/11 truth weekend in New York. The overflow crowd at Coopers Union Sunday witnessed a fantastic event: a great lineup of speakers in the afternoon, followed by an evening of Alex Jones, a preview of new Loose Change footage, and an electrifying show by Immortal Technique, the hip-hop voice of the 9/11 truth revolution : http://www.immortal-technique.com/ A big shout-out of thanks to the Loose Change crew, Les and his posse at ny911truth, and everybody else who helped organize this astounding weekend of truth. Brilliantly done!

Sunday's event at Ground Zero was perfectly conceived and organized by Dylan, Korey, Jason and friends. On past anniversaries, sensible 9/11 truth-seekers had shied away from demonstrating at Ground Zero out of respect for the victims' families, leaving the field wide open for bozos and disinfo spreaders to act like jerks, provoke media coverage, and give 9/11 truth lots of bad press. This time, hundreds of people showed up in black INVESTIGATE 9/11 T-shirts, gave away thousands of DVDs, had civil conversations with the general public, and conducted an impressive silent procession of mourning for the victims AND the truth. (Some bozos were there too, but they were vastly outnumbered by the sensible activists.)

I found myself deeply moved by the experience. I love New York and have spent a fair amount of time there, but hadn't visited since late 1992/early1993, when I met my future wife in NYC and got to know her in the PATH train station directly beneath the World Trade Center. (I was staying in New York, she was staying in New Jersey, so we would rendezvous beneath the WTC, as if it were neutral ground between the Montagues of New York and the Capulets of New Jersey, or from another perspective between the Montagues of the West and the Capulets of the Islamic world from which she hails...) After a week of this, I returned to San Francisco...we decided we wanted to be together so she flew from NY to SF to marry me...and BOOM the first World Trade Center bombing shook what had been our falling-in-love nest. I felt a bit like Slothrop in Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow, whose tryst locations all "coincidentally" get hit by German V-2 rockets. But Slothrops’s trysts were brief affairs, while this was the tryst of my life.

So making the pilgrimage to Ground Zero, and looking at that enormous bomb crater where the Towers had stood, and where I had gotten to know my wife just a few weeks before the first WTC bombing, kindled all kinds of sublime emotional associations. Gazing on the bomb crater (for that is what it is, indirectly--the crater is there because of bombs, not planes) I experienced a heart-shattering moment of which no more can be said.

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