A wistful recollection remains with me from the Los Angeles Grand Jury for 9/11 Truth two years ago.

A Mexican wedding was in progress in another part of the hall. We activists brushed shoulders with the Hispanic guests in the common areas, without exchanging words or scarcely even glances, as if moving in separate dimensions. Surely our issue could be vital to them, too? I racked my brains to think of what might bridge the gap, only to come up against a feeling that to them, we must seem hopelessly white middle-class, and our issue an arcane matter of concern only to an infighting gringo faction.

Yet any nation is naturally more apt than the Anglo-American to recognize 9/11 for what it is: an instrument for projecting the empire. Hispanics have a historical consciousness of deception and war provocation from the Norteamericano wars on Mexico in 1846 and Spain in 1898. So each time I had a 9/11 book that was selling well – first The War on Freedom and later 9/11 Synthetic Terror – I had high hopes of finding a Spanish publisher, but it hasn't been easy.