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Sunday, September 13, 2026

New Book Review: The Cyrene Conspiracy

Title: The Cyrene Conspiracy 

Author: Ali Kaden

Date: 2026

Publisher: Third Culture Soul Publishing

ISBN: 979-8-9976635-0-6 

Quote: "She claimed to have something connected to Jesus and ancient Christianity that she wanted me to investigate."

Amir Zane, a young Egyptian-American writer, is asked to investigate an old parchment on which is written, among other things, "not him but another." 

If you remember Holy Blood Holy Grail or The Da Vinci Code you may now have some idea what to expect Amir is about to learn. There were, in the ancient world, a lot of ideas about who Jesus was and what had become of him. 

What became the orthodox Roman Catholic view, derived from the epistles of Paul in our New Testament, was that the Holy One is a unity of (probably an infinite number of Persons actually, but Three that we think we know about for sure) Three Persons, and Jesus was the one of those Persons who chose to exist in human form for thirty-some years. He didn't exactly look forward to crucifixion, but chose to take human form at a period when publicly doing and saying even the nice things our Gospels record would offend enough "higher-up" people to result in crucifixion. In some cosmic way this willing self-sacrifice of a perfect man atoned for the sinfulness of humankind and allowed those who followed Him to be saved from the eternal destruction our sinfulness deserved. 

Many people find this hard to believe. How could the Holy One have created a universe where some part of God's self would need to be killed by torture to show love for humankind? Couldn't the real story have been something simpler? Maybe Jesus came to show people how to lead a virtuous life, was murdered in the ordinary way, and came back to tell us that the resurrection will set all of our inherently immortal souls free from really ceasing to exist, which some people seem to fear more than they fear the pain of death. Maybe he wasn't even murdered. A theory that the apostle Thomas, whose name means "twin," was Jesus' twin is hard to reconcile with the Gospels. Some people theorized that Jesus had a secret twin who either was the one who walked around Jerusalem after Jesus died, or died in Jesus' place. Maybe even the apostles didn't know about this twin...

Relatively few churches try to reenact the full "Passion" drama. "Passion" does not merely mean the emotional outburst Victorian writers meant by saying someone "flew into a passion" and presumably yelled or cried, nor does it merely mean the physical feelings modern writers usually have in mind. It means "suffering." Before being crucified the Gospels make it clear that Jesus chose to endure some additional torture. The crucificarii, an ancient Roman term of abuse meaning "men about to be crucified" and used as a general term of contempt, were forced to drag their crosses through the streets before they were hanged on them. All of them were thus displayed to the public as sweating, bleeding, miserable messes. Jesus, we are told, had been beaten thoroughly and lost a fair bit of blood before the crucifixion, and the people who came out to taunt and throw things at the crucificarii felt sorry for him. Along the way he collapsed on the ground. Some say the Roman soldiers dragooned someone else into carrying his cross, so that the mob could watch Jesus' final agony on the cross; some say a kind man  volunteered to do it, to spare Jesus some small part of the suffering he had chosen. Some have imagined that Jesus was given an extra-large cross that was meant for Barabbas and had been built by a relative of someone Barabbas had murdered. In any case, all the Gospel writers say about the man who actually carried the cross for the last part of the way was that he was called Simon of Cyrene. 

About the given name, what we know is that "Simon" was one of those names that become popular in multiethnic societies because they seem traditional in more than one language. Two of the apostles were called Simon, at least until Jesus gave one of them the nickname Peter. Many other men used the same name. It does not tell us whether this man was Greek or Jewish.

About the place he came from, history tells us a little more. Cyrene was in Libya but it was built into a city by Greeks; they might have moved away from one of the islands because of renewed volcanic activity. The official leader of the Greeks who settled there was their princess, the daughter of the king they had lost, and the place was named after her. It was dedicated to the sun god Apollo, who was said to be the father of a child to whom the princess gave birth. Several Jews settled there. Later many people in the city became Christians; it had a church, and bishops who are still on the list of obscure saints. Mark, the Gospel writer, was said to have been a Jew from Cyrene who became the city's first bishop. 


Photo of what's left of part of ancient Cyrene from Wikipedia. 


Photo posted on Facebook by Grigol Pheradze. At least the rich people who had their portraits painted or sculpted in ancient Cyrene look more like modern southern Europeans than like modern Africans. Then again, northern Africans don't look all that different from southern Europeans. Nevertheless, when Passion dramas are enacted, any Black man who attends the church is likely to be cast as Simon of Cyrene. Simon of Cyrene may have been Black but, even if he was, he would have been in Jerusalem to trade or to visit relatives, as a well-off gentleman from a wealthy city. He was not a fugitive slave, or if he was one he hadn't been enslaved in Cyrene; ex-slaves didn't claim the places they'd fled from as home. He might have been Jewish. He might have looked remarkably similar to Jesus. He might have been crucified in Jesus' place, while Jesus faded out of mortal view and, as some old texts say, laughed at the idea of mere men thinking they could crucify the Prophet who had become so virtuous as to be allowed to embody God. 

For all Muslims, Jesus is remembered as a prophet, sometimes called the greatest of prophets, a sinless teacher of peace and mercy. "We don't say 'Son of God,'" a Muslim once explained to me, "but 'Soul of God'. Anyone could choose to embody the Soul of God, but only Jesus did." Was he crucified because his enemies said he had claimed to be a Son of God, which Jews and Muslims agreed would have been blasphemy...or did it only appear that he was? Did he travel on to other places and teach peace and mercy to, e.g., the Persians, who had their own monotheistic religion in which he might have been seen as a fulfilment of prophecy? Could Mary Magdalene have received more ink in the Gospels than even Mother Mary, not because she was much older than the other women disciples, but because she was Jesus' wife; could they have had a child? 

If Christians seriously study the history of the Church, these ideas are familiar to them; they are some of the major heresies. In the Christian tradition the idea that Jesus was a natural man who earned the title "Son of God" by abstaining from all sin and fully embodying the Will of God is known as the Arian Heresy, which, as preached by Bishop Arius, annoyed Bishop Nicholas to the point of "slapping" Arius--whether literally, or with a book or sermon so scathing that it got Nicholas banned from the council of bishops voting whether or not to excommunicate Arius, as unable to hear the debate and vote with an unbiased mind. But most Christians don't bother studying these things, and to them The Cyrene Conspiracy, which is about Amir's discovery of the theory that Simon of Cyrene not only carried Jesus' cross but was crucified on it, may be new and shocking.

It is fiction but, as Kaden explains, it's written in aid of the people of Gaza. In order to investigate the parchment Amir doesn't go to a church or university library and study its history; he takes the parchment right back to the Middle East, where he meets some kind Christian priests and rescue workers, and a liberated modern Arab young lady whose fiance left her because he couldn't distract her from relief work in Gaza. He meets a woman who's been trying to nurse a baby, but her milk has failed due to starvation, and people with arms and legs blown off, and the familiar gallery of casualties of Modern War. He feels left out of conversations among Palestinians because they all introduce themselves to new acquaintances with tallies of the relatives they've lost, many of whom were women and children.

And he finds a ruined church where an heretical Christian sect seem to have met, centuries ago. He recognizes artistic motifs that lead him to begin to research the Manichaean Christian sect, of which the most thorough surviving descriptions were written by Augustine of Hippo after he left the group, and may have been written with prejudice. Exactly who the prophet Mani was, when and where he lived or died, and what he taught, may never be known but the woman Amir starts to fall in love with seems to see him as an intermediary link between Christian and Muslim thinking. In the ruined church his name appears under those of Jesus and Mary Magdalene. Could he have been their son--or "spiritual son," a student--or in either sense their descendant? 

Muslims, like Christians, belong to different denominations. From the news media most Americans have heard that Sunnis were seen as more liberal than Shiites in some ways, but Sunnis persecuted Shiites, which doesn't sound so liberal. (That was only in Iran. The Sunni Muslims from India whom I've known were not inclined to persecute anybody, though they did accept that their leaders had a right to punish heretics against their religion: "Oh yes, if Salman Rushdie really did blaspheme and defame the Prophet, then of course he will have to die.") More recently we've heard of hard-line Wahhabis who take various phrases from the Koran more literally than most Muslims do. 

Relatively few Americans have heard of the Sufis, a liberal Muslim group who seemed to me, when I met them in Washington, to be trying to bridge the gaps between Islam and other religions toward the goal of converting everyone to a liberal, freethinking, New Agey form of Islam. In The Cyrene Conspiracy the heroine doesn't identify as a Sufi in so many words, but she seems close to being one. Sufis are, in my experience, profoundly likable people; they hate nobody, they invite Jews as well as Christians and Buddhists to chant and pray with them, they do not noticeably even disparage women even to the extent the Koran does. Some now say that their niceness is deployed by the evil, power-seeking Muslim political machine as a form of taqiyya, legitimized lying to gain social acceptability as a step toward political power. Those people probably also think the kind old priest in your neighborhood, the nice ladies at the Catholic school fundraising events, and President Kennedy were mere tools being used to restore the Papacy in the United States. Nice people and the nice things they do are sometimes exploited, but they are nice. 

The kind Christians Amir meets in Gaza are, of course, liberal and humanitarian people too. The Jews, on the other hand...There have been, in historical fact, Jews who volunteered to serve as bodyguards, blockades, and even hostages for their Palestinian neighbors in some past conflicts between Gaza and Israel. They said that human beings are human beings, however misguided, even hateful, some of them may be. That was before October 2022.

I did not write the Bible and have wondered, myself, why even before Moses' time people in the Old Testament treated rape as worse than murder. I can see why people emotionally feel that killing a baby is worse than killing a man, and I completely agree that a rapist has no reason to live, but if killing the murderer himself was enough of a deterrent to murder, why was it felt necessary to kill all the men in a rapist's tribe or town? Of course, Susan Brownmiller theorized that the perversion of sexuality that makes rape possible has to be a societal evil. That argument was credible and well argued, though not everyone is convinced that it's true. It does not sound like an argument Semitic tribesmen before Moses' time would have made. They seem to have seen rape as a peculiarly evil sin, not even so much against the victim as against the God of Life itself, that needed to be "put away from among you." Moses limited victims' families to demanding the execution of the rapist himself, Deborah celebrated that a woman was willing to stop with killing a war chief who was known to allow his army to rape other tribes' women, and David certainly had cause to encourage Absalom to stop with killing Ammon, but in the only other instance recorded in the Bible, where a gang of Benjamite youths raped a nameless and status-less woman, the other tribes joined in the slaughter of all the then able-bodied male adults in the tribe of Benjamin. Why? Because, as a crime, rape was seen as going beyond murder and needing to be punished accordingly. Murder can be, in the ancient world it probably often was, a crime of carelessness or emotionality. Rape has a blasphemous quality that some murders share, but most do not.

In October 2022 the men in the ruling party Gaza chose for itself raped Jewish women and murdered Jewish babies, and a great number of people, worldwide, said: "Let Gaza suffer whatever anyone in Israel cares to do to them," at least "...until the men who committed this crime are dead, buried under layers of dung and carrion, disowned by as many of their families as want to live." The result was Modern War. Even supporters of Israel asked, as did this web site: Really, Mr. Netanyahu, primary schools? And were told: Gazans have built their primary schools above tunnels where the evildoers are known to hide; therefore. That's Modern War. The only way to win a war against things that long ago ceased to be human is not to treat them like human beings again, even if they have taken human beings as hostages.

I believe there are alternatives, difficult and costly as they may be. Afghanistan had already been reduced to a desert before the US went in, but we could have gone as policemen and killed only known terrorists. (Actually I think, mostly, our army tried to do that.) The whole Middle East is already pretty much a desert, but Israel could have limited its violence to the Hamas goons. Maybe they tried. I am not the judge. I am a Christian reflecting on recent events from a religious and philosophical point of view.

Legitimate police work, finding and punishing violent criminals, can sometimes do a certain amount of collateral damage. In the US our big news story for this whole year has been how we had an unsustainable number of illegal immigrants who were contributing nothing good to society, from fraudulent recipients of business grants (who made a good snarky news story) to the usual drug dealers and violent fugitives from justice, and we as a nation said to all these people: Go home! And despite all the publicity given to armed federal agents arresting and deporting these immigrants, masses of them just peaceably recognized that their time was up, and left the US. And others chose to force our government to send armed men after them, and certain people who hardly deserved to be US citizens got in the way, and we had cases like that wretched woman screaming to her driver to run the car over a federal agent who, feeling threatened, shot the woman; and nobody who walks on US streets can blame him. In the same way, if Gazans support Hamas and interfere with the legitimate effort to punish the violence of October 2022, even most Arabs seem to think that missing legs and hungry babies are inevitable.

In The Cyrene Conspiracy, Amir realizes that he's going to have a very hard time staying near the woman he obviously wants to be near. He sympathizes too much with Palestinians. As an American he can't resist yelling "Leave them alone!" and otherwise interfering with Israeli military police who swagger around putting Palestinians in their place. He tries to tell himself that these Israelis--all the Israelis he meets seem hostile--are dealing with their own war zone emotional issues, but then he hears one with an American accent, determines that this particular Israeli soldier comes from Brooklyn, and tells the man off as if they were back in New York City. He realizes that the Israeli police are likely to leave an American visitor alone and then punish his local friends. He can't help it. Amir is a rich young man who grew up in the US. Self-control has not been a major subject in his education, as it has for his friends in the Middle East.

So, back in the US (readers will find out for themselves how the characters' relationships go), Amir writes a novel in which the characters conclude that Simon of Cyrene died in Jesus' place, and Jesus and Mary Magdalene became not the teachers or even the great-great-grandparents but the parents of Mani. It sells well. It seems to remind some American Christians that good relations with the children of Abraham involves good relations with the children of Ishmael too. Then a quiet, fanatical scholar he's met a few times in the course of his research breaks into his apartment and his computer, babbling about sacrificing red heifers to bring about the ultimate conflict with the Muslim world...There will be a sequel. Probably a series.

The Old Testament itself tells us that it's a mistake to take prophetic texts too literally. In Hebrew more than in other languages, most words may suggest visual images, which may or may not literally have anything to do with the fulfilment of the prophecy. Jesus is the Lion of Judah, the greatest and strongest of all the leaders foretold to come out of that tribe; he is not a wild animal with claws and a tail and a foul odor. Abraham's "children" are like the sands of the sea in number; not in size or color or consistency. A red heifer without white spots, like the virgin bride who was to conceive (people would have imagined) in the moment of losing her virginity, is rare but natural; whether God promised to do anything special when a red heifer was literally sacrificed, or when people's dedication reached a level that is rare but natural, remains to be learned. 

The Bible does not promise that Christians will never be forced into war, or forced to choose between warfare and abuse. It does teach us that we are not to choose war with any child of Abraham. For all practical purposes we might as well read "with any one." The children of Abraham include Jews who trace their physical descent to Isaac, Christians who are adoptive heirs of Isaac, Arabs who trace their physical descent to Ishmael, non-Arab Muslims who are adoptive heirs of Ishmael, and the descendants of Keturah, which seems to include most of Africa and India. Cases have been made for the claim that "Red" Russians, who rejected Christianity, were also physical descendants of Isaac through "Red" Esau/Edom and that at least some northern European and indigenous American groups were physical descendants of the scattered tribes of Israel. The Bible does say that God will bless those who bless a child of Abraham, and curse those who curse one. This is probably best interpreted as telling us that we should bless rather than curse all nations.  Egyptians were not Ishmaelites in Bible days but now, having become Muslims, they too should be blessed and not cursed.

What may come as surprising news to some American Christians is that Christianity did not originate in Rome or Ireland. Christianity came from the Middle East. The first Christians were Jews; the Christian message reached other Semitic tribes before it reached European tribes. There were and there still are Christian groups that never had much contact with Rome, that understand the teachings of Moses and Jesus differently due to not having had them filtered through the teachings of Augustine or Aquinas or, in some cases, even Paul. There are Christians who understand resurrection in terms of reincarnation, and accept some of those Lost Books of the  Bible as sacred scriptures, and imagine Jesus laughing at the idea that people thought they were crucifying him rather than weeping for the suffering of someone else who was crucified in his place, and all kinds of things that mainstream churches teach us not to  believe. There are schools of Christian thought that are close to Muslim thought on some points. 

Are these minority Christian groups right? Well...most of the major heresies and Lost Books of the Bible were pushed out of the mainstream, not by war, but by a consensus of people who had studied the Law and the Prophets and the Gospels, discussed these books and ideas, and found them incompatible with the canonical scriptures. Do they have a right to their beliefs? Of course they have.

Islam has been called, by Christian scholars and thinkers no less than C.S. Lewis, the greatest of all the Christian heresies. In the Quran and Hadith the difficult and mysterious parts of Christian doctrine are replaced with ideas easier to understand, and the complexities of ideas like "In Christ is neither male nor female" are replaced with ideas more popular at the time like "Since you [mortals] agree that some of you are of more value than others..." And also some teachings that Christians might want to forget have been preserved, even spelled out in detail: To prevent employers from delaying payment, taking risks with the money, and perhaps not paying employees at all, Muslim employers are specifically told to pay employees "while the sweat is on their faces." To prevent quibbling about a certain level of interest on debt, like the two-figure interest on credit card debt, being defined as usury, Muslims are told not to charge interest on debts at all; there can be flat fees on loans, but creditors are not allowed to make more money by making it harder for debtors to pay off debts. Every American has undoubtedly heard false friends warble that "A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you"; Muslims are told to defend their friends in battle and support their businesses in times of peace. We in the US have the right and duty to identify ourselves as a majority-Christian nation, enshrine Christian practices in our law, and deport anyone who wants to replace our constitutional system with sharia law. Nevertheless there are things we could benefit from learning from Muslims. 

We should not tolerate either the efforts some Muslims have made to impose sharia law over and above our own law, or the efforts some of their (weak and temporary) political allies have made to cover up those efforts. We should recognize that, if the Israelis deserve support and protection as children of Abraham, so do the Arabs, and most other nations; for the prophecy has been fulfilled that Abraham's heirs would be like the sands of the seas in numbers. Muslims who seek reconciliation with Christians should also seek reconciliation  with Jews...and I say the sooner the better. 

Not everyone has experienced the peace and good will of a Sufi prayer meeting. I have; The Cyrene Conspiracy recalled it to my mind, and I hope the book can bring something similar to all of your minds. May that peace and good will be with all of you, Gentle Readers.

Friday, September 11, 2026

Where Were You on This Day in 2001?

I was in "gorgeous" Prince Georges County, Maryland. It was a Tuesday. We had a Tuesday routine: drive up Route 1 to Laurel, stop and see a massage client, stop at some favorite stores, drive on to Columbia, change the library books, buy take-out meals on the mall, eat and walk around the Centennial Lake Park, stop at other favorite stores. It was an absolutely gorgeous day and I was looking forward to it. I called the massage client and heard, "I think I should cancel. I don't think you should come out today. Did you see the news? Somebody just crashed a plane into the World Trade Center."

"Was someone youall knew on the plane?" 

"I don't think so but they think it might have been some kind of act of war. We're all watching the news. We might want to get out of here."

I put down the phone and turned to my husband. "They don't even know who was on the plane, but they're all in mourning because a plane crashed in New York. Do you want to watch that on the news?"

"It'll be in the Post tomorrow. Let's go on as usual." I spent a lot of time at the library in Columbia because on Tuesdays my husband either took a continuing education course for tutors of disabled children, or tutored one of them, for a good part of the day. We loaded up the books we were taking back. It was not one of the days when I took the Practically Perfect Toshiba laptop. We stopped at the Amvets charity store, a very large store with a furniture showroom and some pay phones. In those days a local phone call cost a quarter, and long-distance calls could be made from a pay phone if you had a lot of coins to feed into it, by ones, or if you had a prepaid "calling card." I had a few of those cards in my pocket along with library cards and store membership cards and my Metrorail Farecard. I went into the store and browsed my way to the aisle where the yarn was, if they had any. They didn't. Behind that aisle was a glass pane enclosing the room with the TV, radio, and stereo sets. All of them were tuned to the news. 

By that time the second plane had hit the second tower and the third one had hit the Pentagon. The Pentagon was designed and built for security rather than as a show of hubris; the section of it that could be hit by the plane was a little-used storage section, but of course people had been on the plane, including Barbara Olson, an emerging author who'd become popular. 

I looked around and saw that I was one of a row of people staring at the row of TV sets. Some of them were making cell phone calls. English was not most of their first language--the Amvets store employed a lot of foreign-born military wives, and was the store where you couldn't always count on finding anyone who spoke even Spanish, but that was the attraction for other immigrants who spoke the other languages the staff used. I didn't yet have a cell phone so I power-walked to the front wall of the store and punched in the numbers from a "calling card." Mother needed to know that I was safe in rural Maryland and wouldn't come home unless civilians were evacuated, as in the Gulf War. So did Aunt Dotty. I didn't use up a lot of minutes but quite a long line had formed behind me when I put down the phone. I didn't buy anything.

"There were two more planes," I told my husband. "One of them hit the Pentagon. They think it's war."

"Don't panic," my husband said. People were rushing out of the store, with or without purchases, heading home to pack in case they had to evacuate. Since we had our separate homes outside the city, we didn't feel that urgent need to pack; I'd take the laptop, my knitting, and the new batch of library books I intended to check out, but clothes and toothbrushes were waiting at home. "We can go on with the day and hear the news tonight."

The library was closed; we dropped the books into the chute. We bought food, ate, and started walking around the lake as usual. About halfway around we met a couple of park rangers in an ATV. "We're sorry, but there was a fourth plane that crashed into a field. We don't know how many more planes these people may have hijacked. We're closing the park. Could you walk out with us please."

All the stores were closed. Outside a store a teenager was leaning on a wall, fiddling with a cell phone. "When I woke up," he felt a need to tell us, "I thought this was going to be the best day in America. I did not know it was going to be the worst day in America."

We went home and turned on the television. Months went by when nobody turned it on. That afternoon we sat in front of it, hoping for fresh news and not seeing any. "I see Stephanopoulos landed on his feet," my husband said, and I said, "Good for him. That takes care of the list of people I know in New York. You?"I was wrong, of course. A few friends and relatives had been there, and I hadn't heard. At least none of them was hurt in the fire. Everybody always knows a few people in New York City.

"I used to know lots of people in New York," my husband said. 

"Well that's the fifth time they've shown us that woman in the orange jacket, coughing," I said. "We can't do anything for those people but we could at least not watch them." 

"I can watch the little TV set upstairs," my husband said. "In case they start releasing names. I know it's early but I'd like to see the names."

I was starting to feel manipulated. The television set wasn't telling people anything new; only blaring fear, rage, and war. I thought the emotion might have been worth sitting through if the screen had been running a list of people known to have survived or not survived, but that was days away. The coughing woman was flashed on the screen in between images of children dancing in some Middle Eastern desert town. Could even Arabs have trained children to dance joyously, rather than angrily, in celebration of war? (Later we heard that they couldn't; what the children were celebrating was an annual town festival.) People who were normally in favor of peace were suddenly in favor of war. I did not want to be manipulated into supporting war, as were the people who'd always seemed civilized who were out on the streets, the next day, waving signs saying "Reduce Kabul to rubble." Clearly there would have to be some sort of reprisals. I hoped they could be done efficiently. Didn't we have firepower several hundred times greater than the Al-Qaeda fools had? Go in, get them out, and hang them high as Haman, I was praying our troops would do. No modern war. No blowing up hospitals, no incendiary bombs  dropped on babies. In 2001 baby-boomers' mental pictures of modern war included an old video of a little girl in Vietnam, running and screaming, her clothes burned away. She had survived, we'd been told. Not the kind of thing we wanted the young to see on the news.

News highlights of that evening included that generous Washingtonians had asked where to send the money, and embarrassed New Yorkers had declined offers of cash or blood, saying their city could take care of its own. I was glad. People would say awkwardly, off and on all winter, that they felt that "we were all New Yorkers or Washingtonians now," and I'd feel embarrassed for them. A lot of people had died; a lot of people were genuinely mourning. I felt something for them but I didn't think it would help to pretend that I, as a stranger, was feeling anything like their pain. I already knew what grief felt like. It was nice that people outside the family missed the person too, but trying to pretend they felt what the family felt merely made them sound stupid. 

Introverts do feel empathy, but those of us who haven't been taught that the empathy we feel is the "wrong" kind feel empathy for other introverts and express empathy as to other introverts. I felt no urge to hug strangers. I murmured soothingly, a few times, when massage clients found that relaxation released tears of real grief. 

Bland rich-boy W Bush suddenly became a trigger for intense emotions. In Washington we heard some things people in "the heartland" didn't hear. I heard W proclaiming that "they hate us because we are free," saw him signing the loathsome "P.A.T.R.I.O.T. Act" (a law that violates everyone's right to privacy), thought he was a hypocrite in the service of the Evil Principle. I went home and heard people saying that he certainly had become a target but they thought he was coping rather well. Yes, Sir. Yes, Ma'am. Whatever. Saying what I thought of W Bush at the time would have been treason. Twenty-five years later I don't know what W was thinking or why he let enemies of the people have the P.A.T.R.I.O.T. Act, but I still want to see it extirpated from our law. I don't think Trump, or Cruz, or Vance, or Rubio, is the man to do that. Musk has the courage but not the ability to understand why it needs to be done. Massie, DeSantis, and Kennedy together might have enough fortitude and intelligence to do it. Maybe.

My husband listened to the "they hate us because we are free" speech and growled, "Yes, and there's a little matter of our support for Israel against the Palestinians. What about that?" I had no foreign policy. I said, "Hasn't he got the 'blond' act down, though!" 

I'll say this, now, with hindsight. If you or your family are involved with the oil industry, you know Arab-type people and you know Israeli-type people. You might know a few young ones as nephews, nieces, or cousins, on both sides. This causes acute ambivalence when conflicts among the Semitic nations are mentioned. I think W Bush  sincerely felt, as I did, that sense of "I hope this war won't harm my Arab-type friends who really are people of peace--not even defining peace as  'our nation dominant over yours'." It was not a question of loyalty. Bin Laden obviously needed what he eventually got, only maybe in an even more humiliating way; his goons needed to be locked up with a metal key, have the key recycled, and find out whether anybody cared to kick a bottle of water under the door. That had nothing to do with Halla or Feitan or Farouk or anyone else we knew. Most people in Washington in 2001, if they weren't bigots, had Muslim friends. I had an adoptive brother who had rallied the whole Islamic Centre crowd to support my business, and had often said, when asked why I didn't attend any church regularly, that the kind of fellowship that would justify attending church on a day of rest was something I'd only found among Muslims--their sex-phobic culture has encouraged them to take sex-free friendship very seriously--but I was still a Christian.

Anyway...nobody was asked to flee the city, as in the Gulf War, and I was glad. "Show no fear" was the order of the day. Tourists, however, did stop coming to Washington. The city seemed oddly vacant without them. You did not, in fact, hear a visitor squeal with surprise the first time the farecard machine sucked the card out of their hands, scanned it, and stamped the remaining value on it, every day. You did not think of that as something you'd ever miss...but early in the spring, when I finally heard that sound again, I was surprised by how much I'd missed it. 

W Bush had proposed, unsatisfactorily, that we could "be tourists in our own town," which showed it wasn't his town. His money came from oil. A lot of people's money came from our city's very own economy, which dived down in 2001. Cartoonists, at least, had fun with the idea of spending money to boost the economy. "What did you do in the Gulf War, Daddy?"--"I charged!"I paid cash, and that winter I didn't have much of it.

Scattered through the city were people going through real grief. Everyone was trying to respect those people and their feelings. I suppose I still am. I shed a few tears when I met the people who'd lost parents or children on those planes. Mostly I felt tired of the endless emoting in what passed for the news media, and the way it was being manipulated to drum up support for "modern war," and the grief piled on grief as the Post started to report young people being injured or killed in the war.

What I lost twenty-five years ago, what all of us lost, was a substantial chunk of our natural pre-constitutional right to privacy. We need to be demanding that back, while we still can.

The fire fighters running into the burning, crumbling buildings, to remove injured people if they found any alive...I think the best thing W said about the whole war was that we could direct some of the emotion toward supporting and encouraging fire fighters. That, at least, is a good thing. Most people are not built to be professional firemen or police officers but all of us could benefit from some training to be able to cope with emergencies when they are not available. All of us could appreciate the special skills and training the professionals have. 

Where were you on this day in 2001?

Monday, March 9, 2026

Book Review: Deliver Us from Evil

Vintage book of the week...and is this one ever "vintage." Historical interest.

Title: Deliver Us from Evil

Author: Sean Hannity

Date: 2004

Publisher: Harper Collins

ISBN: 0-06-058251-0

Length: 326 pages plus index

Quote: “We cannot prevail tomorrow without courageous leadership today.”

This book makes the case for war. Since I believe war is generally a bad thing, and I know that complete and accurate information about the justification or lack of justification for any specific war is not going to be made available to civilians until the war is over, it’s not possible for me to like this book. It has historical value. It’s a well written summary of what we read in the papers. How true was what we read in the papers? Future historians may be able to judge.

I’ve read articles by Hannity, on other topics, that I liked. I’m not thrilled by the way he comes across in Deliver Us from Evil as a 24-karat fire-breathing hawk; I understand the competitive urge, the sense that we thrive on conflict, that whole Irish thing, but my feeling is that if tennis and politics aren’t a sufficient outlet for your competitive urge, either you’re not getting enough exercise or you’ve spent too much time in New York. Hannity presents himself here as a patriotic Irish-American writer who needs to nurture his talent with a nice long working vacation on an organic farm. 

Wednesday, February 18, 2026

Book Review: Circle of Fire Book 1 In Pakistan

Title: Circle of Fire, Book 1, In Pakistan

Author: Andrew Anzur Clement

Date: 2024

Quote: "I moved...to Karachi, with my uncle, to work as servants for two gora families."

This series of recent historical fiction is a dystopia in real life: it's set in present-time Afghanistan, so torn by civil war that nobody can trust anybody. Hafizullah, son of a Taliban leader, and Jan, son of a Polish defense contractor, and Kelly, daughter of an American contractor, aren't friends at the beginning of the story, though on the second or third page Hafizullah describes Jan as having become "closer than a friend, more like a brother" before it's done. Hafizullah resents being a servant even though it turns out to be his cover in a spy operation, and Jan probably is the arrogant gora (allied foreign) jackass Hafizullah calls him. Kelly has an immune deficiency condition and is sheltered and overprotected, though she turns out to be brave and tough. In the course of this story Hafizullah will marry a girl called Zlaikha, also brave and tough; she and Kelly will start to bond by the end of this story, after all of them have spent a lot of time trekking through the desert and have watched their fathers or father-substitutes die. None of them seems close to their mothers, which is probably intentional; at least readers don't have to watch the characters watch their mothers die.

Many teenagers like grim, bitter stories that make the reader feel tough. Well, this is one. I'm not a big fan of dystopian fiction but there's something to be said for gritty stories of dystopian reality. 

What you won't like is that this is only Book 1 of a longish series and you'll have to read the other volumes to know how the characters get to where they are when Hafizullah starts narrating the first chapter of this book.

Wednesday, September 17, 2025

Book Review: War Is a Racket

Title: War Is a Racket

Author: Smedley Butler

Date: 1935

Length: 35 pages

Publisher: heritage-history.com (PDF)

Quote: "A racket is best described, I believe, as something that is not what it seems to the majority of people."

It's unfortunate that this retired Marine officer's book has been best remembered by left-wingers who, in the Cold War era, seized on the idea that the path to peace lay through falling into the hands of the Soviet Union just as Khrushchev said. What General Butler had to say about the corporate interests behind the wars of his day--and he ought to have known if anyone would, having been more decorated for more overseas military missions than anyone else alive at the time--and the poor compensation of veterans is a valuable historical document. This document has been made available in PDF form.

I recommend everyone read it. Just read it. Draw your own conclusions, from your own historical hindsight. If the computer on which you're reading this does not handle PDF well, e-mail to discuss the format and consequent cost of your printout. If your computer does handle PDF well, click here to read or download the mini-book free of charge.

Tuesday, December 17, 2024

Book Review: Traitor

Title: Traitor

Author: Krista D. Ball

Date: 2017

Quote: "They'd want her to talk about what she'd done, how she'd turned herself in. A collaborator. A traitor."

In an alternate world, similar enough to our own to have had a President Barack Obama in 2012, humanoid aliens were found on Earth and, in 2017, aliens had started a war. In this war the appeals to philosophical ideals relate vaguely to transhumanism. The bottom line is, as usual, Us vs. Them. 

Rebecca had a vague philosophical alignment with the Us when, during a lovers' quarrel, she "betrayed" her girlfriend Katherine. Believing Kat was dead and her parents were still alive, she surrendered to the Them side and accepted a low-level position in Their military service, hoarding her money to buy her way out. Then she finds out that her parents are dead and Kat is alive. 

Rebecca's sexual identity is still evolving. At the alien spaceport where she works, women can and do rape men, and one thing that nudges Rebecca toward overt identification with the Us side is witnessing some Them threaten to torture a man with rape-by-a-woman, but Rebecca still appreciates muscular male arms and shoulders. She's been dating a man for lack of anything better to do. He's easily discarded but, before any possible future reconciliation with Kat, she's also attracted to a male prisoner of war. To find out whom she chooses readers will have to read further volumes in this series.

This is not my genre of fantasy, but some people will look forward to the movie. There's lots of alien swearing rendered by Rebecca's translation device as references to male bodies, lots of violence, and some things blowing up. The movie might even sell.

Friday, October 13, 2023

Morgan Griffith on the Prospect of War

War in Israel

On the morning of October 7th, Hamas (the terrorist organization which currently governs Palestinians in the Gaza Strip) carried out a surprised attack on a number of communities in Israel. Hamas fired thousands of missiles in Israel, as fighters invaded Israel by land, air, and sea. 

Hamas’ brutality has been stunning. At the time of writing this column, they have killed more than 1,000 Israelis, including more than 200 people attending a music festival, and 27 Americans. There are stories of kidnapped families, murdered grandparents, beheaded babies, and burned children. All innocent civilians who were killed for no other reason that being in Israel.

These acts of terror are unconscionable, yet Hamas says their actions are justified. Ghazi Hamad, spokesperson for Hamas, said the attack was justified due to the attacks by Jewish settlers, against Palestinians, in the West Bank.

To the shock of many around the world, Palestinians and other Muslims agree, saying after years of injustice at the hands of Israel in the Gaza Strip, it’s only right that Hamas would react in such a way.

This thinking does not surprise me, however. Palestine has long blamed Israel for their suffering, while both its leaders and people have actively worked against their own self interests.

One such example is the destruction of greenhouses in the Gaza Strip.

From 1967 until 2005, Israel controlled the Gaza Strip. In 2005, Israel decided that it was best for Israeli military and citizens to leave Gaza, due to nonstop violence stemming from the Palestinian uprising known as the Second Intifada.

Israeli Prime Minister Ariel Sharon put forth a plan for Israeli disengagement, which was then ratified by the Knesset (Israel’s Parliament).

On August 15, 2005, Israel Defense Force (IDF) installations and forces were removed from Gaza. About 9,000 Israeli citizens were evicted from settlements in Gaza and northern Samaria in the West Bank and paid a lump sum by the Israeli government to move. Jewish cemeteries in Gaza were even dug up by IDF forces and the bodies were then reburied in Israel. By September, Israel’s withdrawal was complete.

As Israel pulled out, there was an international effort to preserve greenhouses in Gaza (built by the now-evicted settlers), which were to be taken over by Palestinians. The greenhouses had been very successful, producing vegetables and flowers that were exported around the world.

American Jewish donors bought the more than 3,000 greenhouses from Israeli settlers and transferred them the Palestinian Authority (Palestinian leadership at the time). In all, about $13 million was spent on the project, which was set to provide thousands of jobs for Palestinians.

But instead of capitalizing on the flourishing agricultural industry supported by these greenhouses, the Palestinians destroyed them. Looters took off with irrigation hoses, water pumps, and plastic sheets. There were even reports of entire greenhouses being dismantled and carried away.

Some of the Palestinian police charged with guarding the greenhouses also joined in with the looters to steal equipment.[1]

Many blamed the Palestinian Authority, saying they did not provide enough security to prevent the looters from stealing.

The Palestinian economy was in bad shape, people were in desperate need of jobs (with unemployment estimated to be at about 50 percent), but Palestinians destroyed what could have been job providing infrastructure that was given to them.

Is that Israel’s fault?

Gaza has struggled to rebuild, made even worse by the election of the Hamas political organization in June 2007. Since the takeover by Hamas, Israel and Egypt have often closed their border crossings, making it extremely difficult to export goods out of Gaza.

And instead of investing in infrastructure, such as hospitals and schools, for its people, Hamas has used what funds they have been able to acquire to build weapons in order to attack Israel. In one instance, they dug up water pipelines meant to provide water for Palestinians in Gaza and turned them into missiles.

They have also built a network of military tunnels to smuggle men and weapons around Gaza and to access the Israeli border. These tunnels are often built under civilian areas in order to use innocent people on the surface as shields.

While the Israeli-Palestinian conflict is extremely complicated, Israel has proposed a two-state solution, Israel and Palestine, where each would recognize the other. The Palestinians, however, refuse to recognize Israel and still maintain their objective of the destruction of the state of Israel and elimination from Israel any person who came after the early part of the 20th century.

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Saturday, July 15, 2023

Bad Poetry: A Screaming Comes Across the Sky

Trigger warning: sad anti-war poem. This is another post that can count for Monday's, but it's going live now in order to fit into a link-up.

For this week's Poets & Storytellers United prompt, poems were composed by reflecting on good first lines from full-length books. A surprising number of adults chose the opening line from Peter Pan. I chose the opening line from Thomas Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow, which is another book I've heard many people rave about but somehow managed not to read for myself. It's about a seasonal event at the Cat Sanctuary: Not every year, but some years, in July or August, pilots practicing flying low fly over our woodlot. They always sound as if they were peeling off the roof of the house. They've never actually touched it. And their practice flights have always stirred sombre thoughts of what they're practicing for. Because piloting a plane doesn't call for height or bulging biceps, it's a job the Armed Forces have often assigned to women--girls, really, since they recruit people between ages 18 and 25, who are still growing. So the opening line of Ford Madox Ford's Good Soldier, "This is the saddest story I have ever heard," seemed apropos, although I didn't use it.

A screaming comes across the sky.
The pilots practice flying low.
Some of them will be sent to die.

A learning-challenged little guy
Retrained his brain; now watch him go!
A screaming comes across the sky.

The mother of twins, and that's why
She's never married, rides the flow.
Some of them will be sent to die.

A warrior of the Hualapai
Enlisted bravery to show.
A screaming comes across the sky.

All of them ask themselves: Will I
Go home the person my friends know,
Or will I be one sent to die?

The children wave and point up high.
The livestock scatter: they don't know
Why the screaming comes across the sky,
Nor why the pilots are sent to die. 

Friday, April 28, 2023

Book Review: Being Born with a Rusty Spoon in Your Mouth

Title: Being Born with a Rusty Spoon in Your Mouth 

Author: Liz Fe Lifestyle

Date: 2023

Publisher: Amazon

ISBN: none

Length: 76 pages

Illustrations: colorful drawings

Quote: "We hate the Metropolis because we envy it. Those who live there, the Rich, hold the power over us." 

After the collapse of civilization as we know it, a feudal class system appears and the Marxist revolution has a chance to be reenacted. Teen Shay, a middle-class "Helper" (apprentice weapons maker with a special gift for her trade), is drafted to make weapons for an impending attack on the Rich. Teen Tyde, a discontented Rich kid (son of a "Counsel" member--pun repeated, not explained, throughout), will have a crush on Shay when they meet. But this is a tale of war, not love...

It left me cold. Why so primal? Why can't anyone in this story use their human reason? Males have historically been allowed to blame testosterone for driving them to consider fighting ahead of any alternative, but starting and ending the narrative with a girl raises the false hope that a better alternative will at least be proposed...and it's not. I was disappointed by this short young adult novel. 

If, however, you like an easy-reading adventure story that's not sugar-coated for the tots, where the stakes are high, the main characters are in danger, and people they care about die, you might like Being Born with a Rusty Spoon in Your Mouth. 

If you're a girl who's tired of novels where the mention of a boy seems to cue the violins, he's male therefore somebody must fall in love with him, you might appreciate Shay's utterly unromantic attitude toward Tyde. There's a whole genre of romances for adults where the protagonist resolves her feelings about very rich people by marrying one. Shay's resemblance to the first girl Tyde thought he was in love with might give her a chance to do that, but she's made of tougher stuff than to admire a wimpy boy like Tyde, or pretend to do. Yay girls. It might be nice if this novel spun off sequels in which Tyde grows up brave and strong enough to deserve Shay, but it's also nice that, in today's world, publishers no longer insist that that's necessary.

Another thing you'll probably like about the printed book is the pictures. They came through larger than real life and made my digital preview copy hard to read, but they're very good, clear, evocative drawings.

Tuesday, March 21, 2023

Book Review: How War Changed Rondo

Title: How War Changed Rondo 

Author (Ukrainian): Romana Romanyshyn and Andriy Lesiv

Translator: Oksana Lushchevska

Date (Ukrainian): 2015 

Date (English): 2021

Publisher (Ukrainian): Vydavnystvo Staroho Leva (Old Lion Publishing House)

Publisher (English): Enchanted Lion

ISBN: 978-1-59270-367-8

Length: 36 pages

Illustrations by the authors

Quote: "The town of Rondo was like no other...Everyone liked living in Rondo."

Rondo is not a real town; it's a collage of things that suggest creativity and a good life. The main characters in this story about surviving war are a light bulb called Danko, a tied-balloon dog called Fabian, and an origami bird called Zirka. /Houses in Rondo resemble a birdhouse, a grounded hot-air balloon, a dollhouse, a fort, a jewel box, a lighthouse, labyrinths, and other whimsical collage-y things. Flowers in Rondo sing; "vocal performances of the town's anthem--Mozart's Rondo alla Turca--were the biggest draw." 

Hello? Would anyone like to listen to a performance of Mozart's Rondo alla Turca? 


It has no vocal parts. So this is a book of surreal silliness, which may be the best way for children to absorb information about the horrors of war.

In any case the evocative wackiness of this picture book ought to appeal to adults. I can imagine children not understanding enough to like this book, but for an adult who fails to respond to it there is probably no hope.

Ukraine is not a bad place. Russia is not a bad place. War is a bad thing. War is never a good idea. This web site supports neither side of a war because this web site supports ending it. Whoever stops fighting first wins. Maybe they should use their creativity, like the characters in this book. Mozart never wrote a song to sing to the tune of his Rondo alla Turca. Maybe those poor Euro-idjits should stop fighting and write one. 

Tuesday, December 13, 2022

Book Review: All Honorable Men

Title: All Honorable Men

Author: James Stewart Martin

Date: 1950

Publisher: Little Brown

ISBN: none

Length: 300 pages plus index

Quote: “In mid-March 1939, when a group of some of the largest British and German industrialists gathered at Düsseldorf to map plans for the economic collaboration between their two countries, the press barely reported the meetings.”

James Stewart Martin was a Maryland lawyer whose opposition to monopolies got him appointed to a wartime job investigating precisely how multinational corporations helped the Nazis begin their attacks on the U.S. and U.K.:

“In 1940, 1941 and 1942, ships leaving American seaports had had the same security measures to protect their departure. Yet many of their broken hulls and water-soaked cargoes had washed up…German submarines had spotted them within sight on shore…every man on board had been marked before the captain opened his orders. Though they may not have known it, the cargoes they carried were insured with Munich. The routine system of placing insurance had put precise information on their sailing date and destination in the hands of the Germans before the ship left port.”

All Honorable Men is an old, dusty, musty book, my copy discarded by a library because after years of wear and tear it’s fallen into neglect. This is unfortunate. Despite the author’s inability to predict which names would still be familiar today (Bayer and Monsanto are mentioned, though neither was yet seen as a very important factor in the war) and the need to keep an encyclopedia handy while reading, it’s a well-told true story illuminating just how the international good feeling of the early twentieth century would cost American lives in the next generation. International good feeling, in the sense of greed for international money and grabs for international power, subsided only slightly in the 1950s and have resurged to even more cancerous levels of corporate “growth” since the Internet has developed. Huge corporations still reach out for those international mergers that gobble up the locally owned enterprises. Today even more than in the 1930s, multinational corporations stand ready to be drafted into the service of any hotheaded demagogue who can get himself into an influential position in some desperate little country that wants to challenge the English-speaking nations for world leadership.

Once again, most of us think nothing of using the Internet to document what we’re shipping, where, at what price, whether and for how much insured, or even when we’re travelling ourselves. That information is available all over the world and the main thing protecting most of us from theft, sabotage, or worse is that most of our affairs aren’t the most enticing to criminals. For now, criminals are more interested in drugs, gold, or explosives than they are in the mundane consumer goods most of us ship and receive. Today, as in the 1930s, it seems that nobody cares about such boring data as shipping receipts and airline tickets. Tomorrow, as in the 1940s, that data could cost American lives.

So y’might say I think All Honorable Men is worth reading again, yes.