If my theory holds true, that the central figure of authority in this pivotal 9-11 image is General Kevin Kiley, then everything falls into place, i.e. how the corrupt but compliant are elevated in their careers over the competent to create the cruel context of reality as we know it, is how I'd put it alliteratively--otherwise call it the "brownie syndrome," for former FEMA director, Michael Brown.
What this image depicts, in my understanding, are the negotiations taking place between military authorities at the Pentagon and the civilian responders to the attack of 9-11, over access to the building. The final result being, there was zero access to the interior for at least two days, given the top-secret zeroxing that went on in there. And who better to overrule any objections from the civilians mandated with insuring public safety, than a chief army medical figure, at the time director of the Walter Reed Medical facility, but whose career has been on a meteoric rise, before 9-11, and since.
It is difficult for me to make identifications from photographs, but I took a clue from my higher power when, in a D.o.D. image data bank series, the group shot taken outside the Pentagon on September 11, was followed shortly thereafter in the sequence with a formal portrait of Kiley. (I recognize assistance when I see it, and H.P. help is always kindergarten, so I readily give thanks to keep it going.) But being such a shallow surface creature, my recognition begins and ends at his hair, so I couldn't be sure this was Kiley.
Then of course, there's the fourth dimension to factor in: time. I had to look closely to realize the following portrait was different then the proceeding one, as Kiley starts in on his fifth and sixth rows of medals--and puts on a few pounds, I might add. That would explain why the man I saw being interviewed by Judy Woodruft on PBS looked so different than the fantasy figure I'd built up in my mind, whom I called General Kevin Kiley. (And since when are white stars ever found on a red field? Hmmmm?)
That interview concerned revelations of poor conditions at Building 18
at the Walter Reed facility. Who better to stop the buck for responsibility for those conditions than the Army Surgeon General, who was formerly director of the facility? However, Kiley not only failed to accept responsibility, he acquired chronic, incurable foot-in-mouth disease, when he closed the interview by saying
"Well, I will tell you that I continue to be extremely proud of Walter Reed, the staff. As I said this morning at a town hall meeting, I jog around the compound in the morning, and the staff are there at 5:00 and 5:30 in the morning ready to take care of patients."
I'm sure it is painful to feel yourself turning into nothing more than a bureaucratic cog in a corrupt machine--and find yourself getting FAT too. However, offering an unconscious personal revelation that you self-identify as fit and trim, is grotesque in a limbless context, and there's the rub. General Kiley only pretends to truly understand the context of his job. The truth is, he has done the bidding of a criminal faction of the U.S. government, which formerly always had its reward. But times have changed, and forces have shifted. No longer can the greatest--and only- superpower in the world be led by the likes of these men:
Getting back to the photograph and the "lines of power" displayed within it, we see the neutered Battalion Chief in the buff turnout coat has been completely sidelined to chat with that ridiculous woman who figures in several of the images of medical triage taken that day. She never knows what to do with her hands, which is not her fault. Any good director would see the lack of underlying motivation and given her some bit of business, even knitting would be an improvement. And trés interesting, with the high resolution we see the inconspicuously colored marking of duct tape wrapped on her upper arm, which signals what exactly?
It seems likely that the photograph has been altered to disguise the fact General Kiley is 6'8" tall, but the blue-helmet wearing figure partially visible beside Kiley is probably not 4'11".
But the truly damning piece of evidence is the young man standing apart and flanking, and it couldn't be more obvious than if he had six red arrows pointing at him (and he stands beside a red-colored triage tarp, perhaps the only photograph depicting the oft-mentioned detail of color-coded triage tarps to be seen in the entire image corpus.) He seems disabused of the notion America is under attack, and churlish at that thought of dressing up if he's not going to be allowed inside the building. Any fantasy I may have indulged in of fireman jumping into their boots and sliding down a pole in response to an emergency is spoiled by the vapid look of futility and resignation he shows.
Whatever his name, he, along with the photographer, and to a certain extent Kiley too, are working stealth agents of a higher power, determined to see us do things differently. It is photographs like this one, in which we see the faces of participants revealing more truth than intended, that we will find the evidence to be used in upcoming trials. Don Imus, who was appalled by this story, is the first person I've heard yet speak of "hanging Cheney." It is time to speak forcefully of that.