JFK

The moment any one event occurs and passes from the very real, unfathomably palpable present into the uncertain and ever changing past, the burden of holding the truth unfortunately falls on those scant witnesses and their version of events. These witnesses are human beings with unreliable minds full of individual perceptions and synapses moving in an unpredictable manner, eroding and changing the memory as it has done to all memories. To completely write off these memories would lead to nothing getting done, to no truth being found. Witnesses coming together and corroborating their experiences, having these accounts written down and enshrined is how we collectively agree on the truth. This, alongside any physical evidence that remains and can be preserved or documented is how it has been done for thousands of years. How we then find lies can become easy. If any moment written down does not line up with the agreed-upon quorum of witnesses and evidence, something is not right. Some suspect somewhere is trying to manipulate the already fragile firmament of history to get away with something, something they want to hide. In a murder case, this would be the murderer trying to get away with the crime, or a sympathetic witness trying to protect a suspect. A certain reliance on authoritative figures and structures is developed from this. Organizations whose job it is to reliably store the truth and act upon its implications, seeking justice or correction of some kind. Large populations largely disconnected from one another push off the collective responsibility of truth into the hands of a few powerful individuals, who have done nothing but take oaths and sign papers promising to respect the need for truth to be maintained, for the past to be unmolested. Yet they have been given the same hunger inside everyone else trying to get off nice in a world of individual competition and achievement. Their ideologies are no different from any you've heard before, their propensity towards cruelty and profit are not ironed out on those framed pages collecting dust in their offices. In the event that the highest ranking member of this truth-keeping, peace and order observing organization of organizations is murdered, you are in the moment of what could potentially be the highest volume of witness bearing and evidence searching you could possibly ask to be a part of. Hundreds to thousands of agents of numerous organizations, some whose sole job is to scrutinize and scalp a scene of testimony and evidence are all over the place. From minute one of death, locations are being sealed, people are corralled, and a great gathering begins. Thousands are interrogated, sources of noise or smoke are traced, and bodies are immediately inspected. The organization moves so fast a new highest ranking member ascends to the task before there's even a guess at the perpetrator. The fear of an all encompassing authority apparatus scares a sneaky suspect shitless. A mistake is made, the efficient and fast moving hand closes around that mistake, and it's over. All of this was gathered and corroborated by a team of the most powerful and trusted arbiters of the organization, and written down in a large tome. Ensuring that the truth is contained, categorized, and calcified into history. Throwing all of our witnessing and ability to act upon that into a fenced off pit operated by the very same men that spooked us into not trusting one another let them create the world they told us they were avoiding with the digging of the pit. Fascist freaks and bloodthirsty psychopaths stabbed monolithic siphons into the lifeblood of almost every cell of production in the world and piped them directly into their own veins, getting high on trauma and confusion. This mechanical nightmare was stapled down in a torrent of lies and obfuscation so thick and toxic to the touch that it changes the way you see the world. Since the inception of their organizations, they have folded the architects of all human suffering into their ranks. People whose whole careers rely on actively making the world worse for the gains of the organization. Millions upon millions have died, including many, many heads of state. This is an enemy they know well, and one they have explicit expertise in exercising an exact execution. They committed to their everyday duties, scraped and shredded as much truth as they could around it, presented it as ubiquitous as all other truths they have engineered, and called it a day. This one happened in the backyard, unfortunately. Some people had questions about the grave-sized rectangle of dirt in the center of it. This was not enough. It never could have been enough. The whole population relies on the impartial and moral righteousness of the organization to hold steady and effectively. They've built their whole reality, every comfort they can gather on the premise that the men have never entered the pit and sloshed around in the truth, that those slips of paper meant something, and held them back from acting accordingly. They're almost betting that even if the organization did something so terrible, it's because the organization is right and we're all gonna make it because of this. A dirty family secret we all get to share, something we can't tell others, a promise we made to uphold the appearance we're at the front of prosperity. The process of scrutiny that follows then becomes much less simple than catching a murderer in the act of lying. You are taking on the task and the burden of understanding the walls that contain you and keep you warm at night were built partially for the purpose of ensuring world hemorrhage acting as securing peace and justice for all the people. Looking that truth head on is a blinding light that is incomprehensible, trying to take it all in at once by design will kill you. All that is left is to pick away, to go for what little hail marys we can muster. While true memories, accounts, and evidences experience an advanced man-made half-life we desperately fight for yards of reality decades at a time. We're picking up scraps of out of context perspectives that convince nobody of anything but have burnt ends, indicating a fire has to be somewhere. We're reverse engineering a version of events that has almost completely been buried or burnt. Once we reach the fence and are either pushed away or killed entirely, we simply sit down and hope for the best. Maybe a few more people can see something, can catch a glint in their glasses. It's better than nothing, and it's not as lofty as a mass awakening wherein we all hold hands and agree to take the truth back and foster a utopia. Awareness of this organizational poisoning is not a prison, but a release. A failure to find the still aflame piece of evidence that fixes it all was never possible, but the malaise and the pain are indicative enough that something wrong is afoot. People can still taste, can still feel, can still struggle. The conditions of the organization will spark the resolve even if no one can exactly figure out the true nature, the actual history that condemns them. A better world is built slowly once we come together with all we have and begin to compare and scrutinize. We'll get there one day.