StevenWarRan: Alison Bate's Work Product

On her blog, Alison Bate describes herself as a "Journalist, writer and teacher," although I'd call her an international woman of some mystery, since in no way does she resemble my mother, who I know to be a real journalist, writer and teacher, and a good one to boot.

In trying to get a grip on the purpose and intent of her and her blog, where every posting seems to come from a different country, I stumbled upon one reference: "I lived and worked in Sudan for several months in 2007," followed by another from November 19, 2011, that ended, "...and, of course, when I got to Khartoum (just last night) all I wanted to do was write..." so I got an inkling of the furious little duck-web paddlings churning beneath the calm water of her monetization.

In pursuing the ever widening ripples of my own 9/11 research, Alison (or should I call her Ms. Bate?) did me a huge service with her blog: My 9/11 rescue and survivor stories reprinted, posted on the rather tardy date of October 4, 2011. With it I established the study beachhead that linked her brief foray in producing work on behalf of criminals who executed the 9/11 psy-op to my interests. She seems above charges of assisting in mega-rituals, and I trust she's not about blowing up pharmaceutical factories in the Sudan, because we need those.

On her blog she records that, as a former editor employed there, she created Armada rescues trapped New Yorkers, and Escape from the 91st Floor, for the October, 2001, issue of Marine Digest, saying these "two articles I wrote shortly after the 9/11 attacks on the World Trade Centre, have just been reprinted in a 10-year retrospective." These retreads were published in "Cargo Business News," which was just the renamed old Marine Digest, proving it's not only clandestine peoples who shift their identities and monikers around.

Ms. Bate neglects to mention her third contribution to the 9/11 corpus, a co-writing credit with John McLaughlin on an article, "Cheating death," which appeared in a Lloyds of London industry publication on September 17, 2001, but of which it was thought wise not to reprise any anniversary mark. Its subject---"Two employees of the American Bureau of Shipping tell of their miracle escape from the 91st floor of the World Trade Center’s north tower," is a pas de deux of evacuation

McLaughlin has a vast credibility as the author of hundreds of articles at Lloyd's List Intelligence, and I'm sure his readership trusts his integrity, and by a careful reading of both the subjects---Claire McIntyre and Steve McIntyre, no relation, we're told---and the two scribes, I've come up with a neater symmetry than just the coincidental McIntyre names. I think McLaughlin was a dupe-scribe unwittingly handling a very skilled agent-subject in Mr. McIntyre, while Ms. Bate was the so-so agent-scribe handling an unwitting dupe-subject who turned trauma victim in Claire. In this way we can describe the two essential categories of human existence, beings who live and work side-by-side, melding and blending, while never believing in the other side's actual moral experience. Not to be mean, but I'd call this dance the parasite and the host.

Her blog further specified, by way of a comment she appended to another left by a friend, Julie, that she "wrote these articles in the week immediately after 9/11, and they were published in October 2001."

This is important in correlating the work of Bate and McLaughlin with the articles published on September 14, 2001, by CNN and the BBC News, whose publications are more mainstream than maritime.

These un-credited articles, titled 'I saw the people in the cockpit', and Survivor saw inside hijacked jet, stem from an interview George Sleigh, a colleague of the McIntyres' at the American Bureau of Shipping---which was the sole office on the 91st floor of the North Tower of the World Trade Center, with eleven active, and eleven inactive employees---gave the day before to the Newcastle Evening Chronicle, and both were "published," or posted, or however that's done these days, with identical timestamps of 14:18 GMT, on Friday the 14th.

It was a gamble for the narrative players to float this wild contention as a fact, but in the uncharted waters of the new "post-9/11" paradigm they thought to give it a test whirl. All the other elements were standard playbook: Sleigh, the expat eyewitness, first gives "an interview" to a back-country British tabloid, where, should it bear bitter fruit, an historic plausible deniability attaches. The next day, two titans of international media repute pick up this nascent seed, and apparently find it worthy, so they take what had emerged and launch it simultaneously into the glare of mass consciousness---but on a Friday, now, since news' energetics are lessened with the seventh Day of Rest and a fat style section. This allowed for a bit of breathing room; to share, and then check.

The outlier's of consciousness, those who stride the liminal divide between, (in simple terms,) goodness and evil, must have beat a fast drumbeat back of no way. This meant the players had to scurry about to plant other material as soon as possible, so that the stark nakedness of the bald-faced lie had something to cover its shameful genitalia with. Then the high-brow types would have something by which to allude, while the argumentative talkers would have bones to feed on in the debate.

Lots of other things were coming down the pipeline, in any event, to drive the poisoned taste of incredulity from the public's senses---so nobody would have to stage a beheading or anything like that, to take back the front pages from the real bad news.

Player-leaders who had built a capital of credibility in one camp would spend it, and aim their team-level to some pre-arraigned mark. When reading a section on the McIntyres in Bamford's Body of Secrets recently, I felt as if I was successfully being sold unneeded Tupperware---the modern equivalent of thought.

Even worse was finding an essay from December 14, 2005 by Marcus Icke, (first found here, where his name had been taken off,) in which he says "the story behind Sleigh's report is a long one," (probably because Icke fleshes it out by publishing his private email exchanges with Sleigh.) Icke then states that

What this demonstrates is that CNN had either deliberately or accidentally modified George Sleighs original report to add details that were not originally there
However, Icke never mentions the existence of the far more detailed and damaging account of the BBC, so not only is his conclusion bogus, it is purposefully, and insincerely bogus.

You know, I really don't mind having opponents on the dark side of capitalism. Go ahead, drink babies' blood on the altar---see if I care! Tear down towers in mega-rituals, knock yourself out, but just be honest! You can scald puppies, flail cats, set up "rape rooms" in the Texas State Prison for the voyeuristic pleasure of the Governor and his fuck-buddies. But this caustic, undermining double-agentry business in the truth community has to stop; if they need to be crucified upside-down; dipped in pitch, and 500 a night lit up on the National Mall like Nero's garden, so be it!

Ha! Ha! Got ya!

Tee...hee...hee....[singsong]...I'm sorry! Gee, I'm the one who supported Myriad in an amnesty and reconciliation program like South Africa.

The old protocols of information steerage and suppression can't be undertaken when the coast clears anymore; like in the old days, when after the likes of Icke had tidied up, the mousy bookworms could steal into libraries to razor blade out the offending pages and passages, so that, like holocaust deniers in Germany, when the last living link of human memory extinguishes its breath, truth could die. When I die, electronic bits of me will linger on, and you'll still have to deal with it on Google.

Let's get to it then, by starting with her solo shot, and a textual examination of

Escape from the 91st Floor (9/11)

American Bureau of Shipping staffer Claire McIntyre describes her dramatic flight to safety from the World Trade Center.

By Alison Bate

Office manager Claire McIntyre was checking her e-mail when she first heard the plane.

Her office was on the 91st floor of one of the two massive World Trade Center towers, looking out toward Upper Manhattan.

"I was working at my computer and first heard this horrendous roar of a jet engine," she recalled.

"I thought it couldn't possibly be here this close. Then I saw the wing and tail of a plane."
She jumped up immediately, screaming, and ran out her office to alert the rest of the staff.

I am leaving the html of the preceding paragraph as I found it, reposted at Alison Bate's personal blog. It is neither a real paragraph, nor two short, one-sentence paragraphs conjoined in error, and it seems a vestigial clue that might indicate a redaction of the original copy was made between the pair. It will be necessary to examine an original hard-copy of the October, 2001 issue of Marine Digest to know for sure. The possible redaction follows the single most important sentence in the Bate's article, whereby Claire McIntyre seconds George Sleigh's alleged sighting of an jet plane, in an account disseminated in the media on September 14, (where he further alleges he saw the people manning the cockpit---an observation which was met with profound skepticism.)

Further on in my commentary on this article, I make the case that Claire McIntyre was a legitimate employee of American Bureau of Shipping on the 91st floor, who was unwitting to the plot---a "dupe" whose experience was orchestrated, to be "honestly" recorded later, however her statement that she saw a plane would seem to contradict my theory of her guilelessness.

This does not mean that she is a witting liar, since it can also be explained by the general traumatization process everybody unwitting underwent, and by her special handling in the aftermath by agents within her own office, people she knew and trusted, who helped implant the ideas.

I know people who claim with deep sincerity that they saw the first plane fly overhead while sitting in a taxi cab on East 23rd Street; and who also saw, minutes later, the second plane fly into the towers while standing nearby. These view-sheds are impossible given my experience of New York City cabs, and East Twenty-third Street in particular. I equate the belief with traumatization, and the unconscious desire to connect with momentous events.

Claire is a long-time employee with the American Bureau of Shipping – the international classification society.

Her office was in the northwest corner of the building, and she didn't know if anybody else had seen the plane.

I assume the writer is speaking generally, and not that the "office manager" had the privileged corner office itself, but a north-facing, windowed office within the 8,400 s.f. block located in that quadrant of the 91st floor. This is the only reference in the public media that sites the ABS office there.

"I thought: 'Oh my God, all my people.' I ran out into the hallway and just screamed: 'Everyone, get out now.'

Bate's account of Claire McIntyre's experience completely neglects to mention details found in other accounts, such as initial damage on the 91st floor; and a notable, destabilizing "whip-saw" effect, as the high-rise building responded to the energy of the plane's impact.

James Glanz of the New York Times, who along with Jim Dwyer, Eric Lipton, and Kevin Flynn, wrote the most detailed account of the experience inside the North Tower (see the May 26, 2002, New York Times, Fighting to Live as the Towers Died,) also recorded an audio explanation of what transpired within the American Bureau of Shipping office's at this point in time. Below is a transcript of Glanz's audio:

From: Inside the Towers

"This is James Glanz for the New York Times.

"When the plane hit the North Tower between the 94th and 98th floors, Steve McIntyre, an engineer for the American Bureau of Shipping, was reading his email on the 91st floor. His blinds were drawn to block the morning glare and he was actually facing the window. The plane hit, and I think he described it as 'the biggest wham he ever heard,' but there wasn't much shaking. His email was still there after the impact. He was still staring at a glowing screen. He had a little knick-knack from an Italian engineering society, a piece of slate in the shape of a sailboat---hadn't fallen off his desk; pictures of his wife and kids, propped up on a bookcase, were still upright, nothing had fallen over.

"He ran out into the main area of the company, and at that point, many of the employees of ABS noticed a strange effect of these towers, which were really very flexible. Even though the first impact didn't do too much damage, they were shaken back and forth for about five minutes in a kind of 'clothes-line' effect, you might say. Waves which would run up and down the towers would bounce off the top, bounce off the bottom, and some of them would describe it as being on a big boat in a storm.

"Eventually they gathered themselves together, and Steve McIntyre led the group that explored the central core of the building, and he looked into one stairwell after another to try and see whether they could get out. He looked into one stairwell, saw that there was water flowing down it, saw that it was dark---thought that that looked too scary; checked out another one, and a third one, they looked even worse; and as he went towards those other stairwells, which were more toward the east part of the building, which turned out to be more heavily damaged---he had to brush past fires that were poking out. He saw elevator doors that were staved in---obviously not a place you'd want to go, so he went back to the first stairwell. He walked inside and he smelled the burning fires from above. He didn't see anybody, but he decided to explore this stairwell, and as he stepped in there, he stepped on a piece of gypsum drywall, which had collapsed from above, and was wet from the cascade of water, and he soon found himself sliding down two flights of stairs, down to the 90th floor. He looked around, and he realized that even though he'd come across some dangerous debris there, it cleared up and he saw a light, and he realized that they were probably going to get out. So, sort of like Huck Finn exploring the caves near Hannible Missouri, once he saw that light, he yelled out, 'come this way.' His colleagues cleared off those pieces of drywall, and everybody marched down safely and eventually made it out of the tower that day."
Glanz's verbal attempt at a summary, like his reporting six months after 9/11, intends to rectify the disparate accounts between the early reporting by agent-participants and the honest recollections of tenants oblivious to the plot, which surfaced later, but in it, he throws the early reporting under the bus, and digs the narrative logic into a deeper hole.

It is unimaginable that any professional office in a high-rise building in New York would be designed as Glanz describes. Occupants, at whatever level of employment, are meant to face their work---which means the door, and not the view---with their desks and computer screens set up so that natural light falls over their shoulders. In such a utilization, it is unlikely that even on a summer-solstice morning would the window blinds of a north-facing office need to be pulled because of "glare." On clear September mornings, only east-facing offices with direct sunlight penetrating the entire room, would need screening.

The major account of Steve McIntyre (who is no relation to Claire) was told within the first week after 9/11 in a Lloyds of London industry publication called Lloyds List, in an article credited to Alison Bate and John McLaughlin, with an apparently unintentional double entendre as the title---Cheating death. In it, McIntyre describes the moment of impact, and the light conditions in his office:

"it was then that I heard the roar of jet engines coming right at us. I have a vague recollection of a shadow crossing the blinds. And then one or two seconds after the roar came the impact. The whole building shook, moved, and oscillated. The interior wall and the ceiling at the east end of the office came in.
Glanz specifically refutes McIntyre's earlier account of the immediacy of the building's bending to the blow, saying "The plane hit...but there wasn't much shaking...He ran out into the main area of the company, and at that point, many of the employees of ABS noticed a strange effect of these towers..." Glanz goes on to describe sensations entirely at odds with a single horizontal blow and its diminishing reverberations, saying:

"Even though the first impact didn't do too much damage, they were shaken back and forth for about five minutes in a kind of 'clothes-line' effect, you might say. Waves which would run up and down the towers would bounce off the top, bounce off the bottom, and some of them would describe it as being on a big boat in a storm."
I would describe the "clothes-line effect" as being cold-cocked by running into something you least expected to be there, and not vertical vibrations resulting from something as yet unaddressed, but likely to be explosives pre-planted from top to bottom, designed to destabilize the structure.

It was around 8:45 a.m., Tuesday Sept. 11, and American Airlines Flight 11 had just slammed into the building a few storeys above her head. All 92 people on board died when the hijacked Boeing 767 plane hit the building.

Claire had no idea at the time that this was a terrorist attack. "I thought it was an accident," she said.

In the reception area, they quickly discovered that all 11 ABS staff working that day were present. Electricians working in their office also joined them.

An exceedingly important reference to the presence of outside electricians working on the 91st floor at the time of the attack--unmentioned in either the Sleigh and Steve McIntyre accounts, but a factor that adds to the illogic of the group being able to quickly determine a census. Were the other eleven ABS employees known to be "not working" that day? If not, might they have been in an elevator, the bathroom, or cafeteria on a different floor?

One of the staff members got hold of some paper towels and began wetting them in case they ran into smoke. Claire even had the presence of mind to grab her pocketbook and a flashlight.

She wasn't in the building the day terrorist bombers struck the World Trade Center in 1993, killing six people and injuring more than 1,000 others. But she'd heard about the chaos and darkness that followed that attack.

The colleagues then began their long escape down 91 floors of one of the world's tallest buildings.

"The first two flights were dark, with no emergency lights, and water was pouring down the stairs," said Claire. "We could barely see and I put my flashlight on. Then the emergency lights came on, and water was still flowing down."

Supposedly, broken Sheetrock had formed a "plug" in the stairwell immediately over their heads, which prevented any of the 64 employees of Carr (the only tenant on the 92nd floor) from escaping. But if the first two flights of the descent were made in near total darkness, before the emergency lights inexplicably "came on," this would excuse the occupants of the 91st floor from any understanding of what was taking place directly above them. Since there were no sprinkler heads in any of the stairwells themselves, wouldn't the drywall "plug" above them have soaked up much of the water from burst pipes and prevented a "cascade" at their level?

Fellow office worker Emma "Georgia" Barnett slipped and slid down three flights of stairs. She got up but then tripped over a hose, damaging her knee. She carried on, nevertheless.

An exceedingly rare and odd reference to tripping over an unrolled "hose," or, for that matter, to the presence of standpipes, valves, and rolled-up firefighting hoses in the stairwells.

When the ABS staff started out, the fire exits weren't too crowded, but they became clogged with people as they descended. There was no panic though.

Colleague Steve McIntyre (no relation) checked other stairwells at intervals to see if there was a quicker way out.

Several of them crossed over to another stairwell that was moving faster and worked their way down floor by floor.

Steve McIntyre was certainly a busy beaver. He was the leader who supposedly checked out all three stairwells on the 91st floor to determine the safest exit. If time was a concern, it is inexplicable that he would break up the group of eleven and only guide "several" of them to a different stairwell.

"In the 60s I was thinking: 'How much more to go?'" said Claire. "I remember getting to 22 and saying: 'Oh my God, we're almost there.'"

They emerged from the stairwell at the mezzanine level, and were greeted by emergency services people, who were rushing everybody out.

Then came the worst part. Claire choked as she recalled the moment. "As we passed the Plaza, I got to see bodies and body parts." Some desperate workers still trapped inside had thrown themselves out of windows to escape the blazes.

This portion of the narrative is consistent throughout the record and speaks to the presence of the legitimate tenants of the building who were not in on the plot. Contrived efforts to influence their perception were introduced---a "show" in other words, as inadvertently revealed when McIntyre says they were "greeted" on the mezzanine level, and she "got to" see bodies, body parts, and blood outside of the (intact?)glass walls on the plaza. To my mind, the only way to effectively create this effect, would be the murder of live human beings (dupes, one would assume) who were pushed out of high-floor windows of the east face of the building, to land on the plaza below. Two of three stairwells ended at the mezzanine level and through this choke-point the unwitting tenantry was funneled down an escalator and then guided by a phalanx of Port Authority employees through the shopping arcade and up exits at Church Street.

Interestingly, there are very few (if any) images of "jumpers" from this face of the building. A single blurry image taken from high in the Millennium Hotel purports to show rends in a canvas tent on the plaza created by the jumpers, with visible, red-blood splatter on the plaza and glass wall facade.

A similar choke-point was created at a ferry landing opposite the Trade Center on the New Jersey shore, where a "scene of medical triage" was staged, by which the (remarkably dust-free, post-second collapse) evacuees were narrowly passed, with the same intention of impacting their traumatization by the faux carnage. However, this scene was recorded by agent-photographers, and the results were deemed successful enough to serve double-duty in New Jersey newspapers, where the artificiality of the set up (and the apparent psychological strategy) can be read by the awakened eye.

Claire met up again with Georgia, and they finally reached the street, exiting on the east side of the complex.

Clair's "meeting up again" with Georgia is evidence of groups of dupes being led by designated agents (just like in their original separation)

TOWER START TO COLLAPSE

But their ordeal still wasn't over. Claire was helping Georgia toward an ambulance when the neighboring south tower started to collapse.

Shortly after 9 a.m., as smoke still poured from the north tower, a second hijacked plane had slammed into the south tower, sending up a huge fireball. All 65 people on board died when United Airlines flight 175, also a Boeing 767, hit the tower.

As it began collapsing around 10 a.m., Claire, Georgia and Steve started to run up the block.

"We thought: 'We made it down 91 flights of stairs and now we are going to die,'" said Claire.

Just as they realized they were safe from debris, a huge cloud of dust came at them, reaching them halfway up the block. "We were in total blackness and couldn't breathe at all."

Claire and Georgia held on together, feeling their way up the street, and pulling their shirts over their faces for protection.

Gradually the dust cloud lessened, and they ran into the Chase Bank, next to the Millennium Hilton Hotel. They stayed for about 15 minutes until the air cleared enough to go outside.

None of the timing of this sequence makes any real sense, for the Chase Bank by the Millennium Hotel is mere steps away from the escalator exit by the Border's bookstore across Church Street. But the Chase Bank would have been an op-center where legitimate victims were "pulled" to wait out the (lighter than advertised) dust storm. Claire and Georgia's colleague, George Sleigh, was in the meantime being prepped in a "dust chamber" in a nearby op-center for his presentation (like Marcy Borders') in the staged photographs taken by agent-photographers.

As they walked toward Broadway, their faces covered with dust, they met a TV crew and gave a phone interview about their escape.

Normally, this would be the kiss of death---with the standard rule being all victims presented in the media were actors playing a role---but here is an exception to prove the rule. For how does someone give a "phone interview" to a television news crew? Weren't they visually "dust worthy?" Would the footage then be altered into audio only?

Claire also called her sister and ABS office headquarters in Houston, Texas to let everyone know they were safe. "It was very emotional, of course," she said.

ABS has held offices in the World Trade Center for about 10 years, but downsized when the corporate headquarters moved to Texas two years ago. The New York office normally staffs 22 people, but only 11 employees were actually in the office that day. Miraculously, all escaped.

Georgia was now also able to get some medical attention for her injured knee.

FIANCE IN SECOND TOWER

Throughout the ordeal, Claire feared for the safety of her fiance, Danny Franco, an elevator mechanic working in the south tower. "We both thought each other was dead," she recalled.

Cell phones weren't working well, and it was 11:30 a.m. before Claire could leave a message for him. It was another hour before they learned each other was safe.

She heard Danny was having coffee on the 44th floor of the south tower when the first plane hit her building. He saw a fireball come out of the building, and had made it to the lobby when the second plane hit his building – just 20 minutes later.

Later that day, Claire went to her brother's house on Long Island. The roads were closed so she stayed there overnight.

This is a major revelation in the article, and an egregious error on the part of the author, since Bate was a participant in the "Dunkirk" rescue-by-water component of the 9/11 script.

To my knowledge, only bridges and tunnels, into and out of Manhattan, were closed, and very early on too, in order to activate this component. Since this article closes with the information that both Claire and her fiance Danny's cars were destroyed in the parking garages beneath the Trade Center (and would a middle-class couple who lived together in New Jersey, and who both worked in the Trade Center, drive separate cars into Manhattan rather than commute together?) how Claire got out of the city (did she walk across the Brooklyn Bridge like everybody else? Then what was her plan?) and got to her brother's house on Long Island is a hole in what is ostensibly her story. Why didn't Claire avail herself of the armada ferrying evacuees to New Jersey? Why didn't officials allow vehicles to exit Manhattan that day if their objective was to evacuate and secure the affected area?)

It was Wednesday evening before she got to go home to Union Township, New Jersey and to meet Danny again.

"Danny" was one of the 83 union elevator workers who (probably on orders) abandoned their workstations at a time of utmost need to create a vacuum in which un-monitored fatalities could plausibly be implied. Since low-level dupes like Claire (the office "manager") could be "handled" from multiple directions, Danny, may, or may not be an active agent, as these sorts of inter-relationships (like between members of Wall Street firms and the FDNY) litter the 9/11 record.

Since then, Claire's been crying a lot. "I feel up and down, but I am fine," she said.

Claire and Danny also have practical matters to deal with. Both lost their cars, which were parked at the World Trade Center, and are dealing with insurance issues.

"We're trying to get our life back in order," she added.

© Marine Digest, October 2001

A similar story ran in Lloyd's List

September 14, 2001, BBC News, 'I saw the people in the cockpit', (14:18 GMT)

StevenWarRan

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