How I Got Branded as a 9-11 Truther
I have been interested in the Kennedy Assassination since I was a teenager. You might assume that, given a propensity towards researching what some derogatorily call a “conspiracy theory,” I might have jumped to immediate conclusions regarding the tragedies of September 11, 2001. It wasn’t until 2005, however, that little bits of random 9-11 information coalesced into an uneasy feeling that something was amiss. I wasn’t looking for it. I had a young son and a new teaching job to occupy my attention, yet these fragments of information started nagging me.
The officials couldn’t find the airplanes’ “black boxes” containing flight information, yet they found a paper passport presumably owned by one of the Middle Eastern highjackers—named on a list the FBI compiled with amazing speed, yet no similar names were on the original flight lists the airlines gave to CNN. The passport belonged to a Middle Eastern man, Mohammed Atta, a supposed devout and fanatic Muslim who ate pork, snorted coke, and rented prostitutes.