Putting Wareham, Massachusetts on the Map for 9-11

by Mark Miller

Introduction by Mary Maxwell:

What did I tell you? What did I tell you? I said, to get some changes going re 9-11, you don’t have to convert the nation in one fell swoop. You can use art, music, hunger strikes – well, I didn’t ever mention hunger strikes as the gluttony in me can’t relate – but any small means to get folks attention and trust. And it’s unpredictable what will “take.”

So two guys from Western Massachusetts (Berkshires, Tanglewood) decided to do a walk from Providence Rhode Island, to Pittsfield MA (near Albany New York, sort of).  It’s not a fund raiser.  You don’t have to give a dollar a mile, which is just as well as it’s more than 200 miles. They set out a week ago and are averaging about 14 miles a day.

Neither rain nor sleet nor dark of night, etc. They – Mark and Bruce – each wear a sign “9-11 Truth” and wait for people to approach them.  Although, if they are near a significant place – such as the JFK Library in Cape Cod – they go in and stir up a bit of trouble. Best thing is, Mark has enough energy at the end of the day to pen a diary.

So here is his April 18, 2018 entry regarding the town of Wareham:

“Aware – ham”

We were in Wareham a good deal of today. We’re in Plymouth now. Greater Wareham, including Carver, has a different name in our lexicon for the clued-in nature of some of its inhabitants. This could be a long post. Please read on:

Response to our “9/11 Truth” signs has been generally favorable since last Friday when we started from Provincetown. Today, Thursday the 19th, has been exceptional.

It started inauspiciously, with the need to go out and get a plunger for the toilet in our Spartan motel room. It was raining, and a check through a relative more Internet-savvy than I determined that it was likely to rain today in and around Boston.

We get on foot at about 8:30. This morning’s toots of approval are initially less than we’re accustomed to. But not bad.

Then we encounter Dana, who has pulled his small SUV into a parking lot just ahead and waits for us to approach. He’s on board with our slant on the attacks of September 2001 – which is mostly that we know what COULD NOT POSSIBLY have happened: the government’s explanation. Dana is most curious about what keeps most people either unconcerned about the causes of that mass murder or hostile to any but the official accounts. We say we think most people are influenced by what they read or don’t read, see or don’t see, in the news media, which is in sync with the official narratives on 9/11.

I reply that people have been hypnotized by generations of TV, dumbed down to accept its versions of what’s going on; that a form of psy-ops has kept people compliant to officialese from newspapers (including the New York Times) and TV (including PBS) and radio (including NPR).

Well, I didn’t include all of that, but he got the message: Americans are well and truly propagandized from all directions. Dana has studied 9/11 over the years and has been discouraged that his friends and co-workers are docile acceptees of official accounts.

No sooner have we bid Dana good-bye than an old Lincoln Town Car rolls up in the same parking lot with a couple roughly our age in it.

“How about a coffee and a sandwich,” the driver smiles.

“Where?” I say looking around. We would like to get out of the rain.

“Right here,” he says and his wife starts handing him cups of hot coffee and egg and ham sandwiches from a Cumberland Farms up the road.

We don’t talk long in the rain, but they’re apparently with us. And we are on our way. We didn’t get their names.

A couple of miles up the road a woman has parked her small SUV and has her window down. She beams at us. One of the first things she does is give us each $20 as a donation, based entirely on her seeing our “9/11 Truth” signs.

Her brother in Florida has been researching 9/11 independently for years, which has infected her with the same dissatisfaction with the official story that is enforced by the news media. Seeing us walking along in the rain with our signs was therefore a joy. We talk for several minutes with her smiling at us as if in gratitude that someone is not going along with the government’s accounts.

Before letting us go she hands us a pen with her business’s name on it (she’s the boss), and we go our separate ways. We say she can sign a petition online at the 9/11 Truth Action Project website for a new, comprehensive investigation of the attacks.

We thought the Cape was supportive. Wareham was more so.

Once over the line in Carver, it’s raining harder and we’re in the market for lunch at a roadside eatery. Garden salads with all the fixings including local cranberries, washed down with a shared Coke do the trick, and we have the – ample – “half” a sandwich wrapped for the road. A staffer takes our picture with her phone after we write down the URL of this blog site and sign it with today’s date along with the URL of 911tap.org.

The big reason is that her son, who owns a business down the road, has been studying 9/11 for years. She says to stop in and say hello. We do. He’s happy to see us and we share perspectives.

We continue on. The rain has not abated. We’re slower, in part because water has added weight to our clothes and packs.

Some miles later, a late-model sedan has stopped and its driver wants to talk. We ask if there’s a motel within a few miles. No. We talk more about matters concerning 9/11 truthers, of which he is one and a well-informed one at that. It continues to rain.

We weigh the merits of various options open to us for getting a dry place to stay, then accept his offer to drive us to a Plymouth motel, drop us off and pick us up in the morning at a specified hour early enough for him to get to work after dropping us off where he found us. This young man (name and other info not supplied out of concern for his privacy) is obviously brilliant. He’s fun. Our conversation is fascinating and uplifting.

We are warm and dry now at the Plymouth motel. Some of our cargo is drying out. Bruce was asleep but was awoken by a daughter’s phone call. I want to be asleep in a bit. Should I have my half of the half sandwich beforehand? Probably.

(It should be noted that a lot of information has been left out. We are grateful to so many people. This is not a chronological account, and we’ll go back and fill in the gaps. The support has been encouraging and often fun.)

Good night!

– Mark.  The website is x-ma911truthwalks.com

Here is Bruce: (Fun in the Sun)

After many cloudy days, today was sunny (but not warm and with headwind, the price you pay for a clear day traveling west).

A typical day of many thumbs up, honks, waves, etc. Two motorists pulled over to talk, one of them Shep Williams, landscape architect, who joined AE911T but only as associate member, not being “the right kind” of architect. He had thought for “about four seconds” the airplane could have significantly damaged WTC1 before he recognized controlled demolition.

A charming couple in their 30s waiting for a bus in Wareham, crossed the street to talk. They seemed to have open minds though being as yet minimally informed about 9/11. The young gentleman thought the aircraft could well have blown up the top section of WTC1, but not the rest of it … he smelled a rat. We gave them a flyer and this web address, shook hands, exchanged first names, and parted company.

Earlier Mark and I had discussed whether to heed the warning of the day before from Sam Cochrane, of the tightness and narrowness of MA3A; decided to seek a more inland route, hence the sojourn through Wareham on MA28. Route 3A had been chosen in the first place in order to hook up with Sam and his wife Chrissy, and we’d done that.

Lunched at a flavorful local joint, Canal Cafe, hard by Sagamore Bridge over the canal.

– Bruce

You can send Comments. Here is one:

Kindness of strangers. Doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it makes a permanent impression. You have a Zen spontaneity factor going for you by semi-winging it along the highways and byways, making me think of the old saw from the East: “Leap, and the net will appear.” But it doesn’t always work. Some people leapt from the twin towers. It could not be more fitting that you two are out there enduring a not effortless experience in a patriotic and necessary quest for honesty and justice.

Carry on,

Rick