We saw the film. How many saw the script? When?
By Sydney White

Tragedy played and replayed. Three thousand innocent people died; market insiders made a bundle; and war (for oil) was declared on the world.

The tragedy was filmed as expertly as any Hollywood spectacular and was replayed hundreds of times in the ensuing weeks. On the six-month anniversary, the film was shown again as part of a two-hour documentary.

At the end of May, another ceremony marked the "last beam" leaving the World Trade Center. It was draped in the flag, placed on a flatbed truck and, with a military band and an honour guard, was piped slowly up the ramp. Officials from Washington, the City of New York, and families of the dead, saluted the procession.

As I watched, it came to me that "the last beam" could well represent the beam in its own eye that the U.S. ignores while casting out "motes" in the eyes of its current enemies.

The cinematography of blazing airplanes slicing through the American Dream had repeatedly assaulted the American psyche. Every replay was another injection of the rage against "terrorism" and enthusiasm for war -- an immunization, you might say, for any future conscientious objection to Americans killing more innocents.

On March 10, the complete film production of "911" aired on prime time. Millions tuned in. This nationwide return to tragedy was made possible by the expertise and exceptionally fortunate timing of two young French film makers.

As luck would have it on that fateful morning, Gedeon and Jules Naudet, with all their film gear, were on board a fire engine speeding to the best location from which to film the imminent attack. After the smoke cleared weeks later, I wondered how two young professional film makers from France ended up in New York, in the right place, just in time to capture this incredible footage.

Apparently they were asked, some months before, to do "a documentary on a rookie firefighter in New York." We didn't hear whether they were discovered in France or by whom. The fire department rookie chosen for the film was attached to the station next to the World Trade Center. Gedeon and Jules were at the station for months, waiting for their rookie to be tested in a fire. Nothing happened. Until that fateful morning when a call about "a suspected gas leak" had them racing towards the perfect sighting -- straight through the downtown skyscrapers to the WTC.

Imagine having such cinematography to constantly remind us of this attack again and again and again. Unbelieveable! And despite all the young American film makers living in New York, two from France were chosen to film a local recruit. Talk about luck!

Where are Gedeon and Jules now? Have they heard the questions being asked of Bush? Do they still feel lucky?