Two hats and Farenheit 9/11

On Saturday, I finished sewing in the ends of a hat I made out of the handspun wool that Urban GypZ sent me. It’s going to be a good cool weather hat, if cool weather ever returns to Texas.
Yesterday I got an invitation to join a group of people, most of whom I’d never met, to go see Farenheit 9/11. Interesting film. I went there as someone who has always been solidly against the invasion of Iraq and as someone who’s never much liked Michael Moore. I think the guy’s an asshole, but he happens to be an asshole I sometimes agree with.

A lot of the film devoted time to building up a relationship between the Bush family and Saudi Arabians, including the bin Laden family, by way of an organization known as the Carlyle Group. Frankly, most of this part felt like conspiracy theory to me. It reminded me of some of the theories I heard in my college days about groups like the Masons and the Bilderbergers. The Bushes are involved in oil; of course they’re involved with the Saudis. But translating that into some kind of responsibility or guilt for the terrorist attacks on September 11, 2001 seemed like a big stretch to me.

And one thing that I really did not like was the speculation that Moore made about what was going on in President Bush’s mind when he received word that a second plane had struck the World Trade Center. Having never been in that position, Moore has no basis for comparison, no yardstick by which to measure the President’s reaction. Very, very few people have ever been in that kind of situation.

But there were also several bits in the movie that struck a chord with me. Footage of President Bush saying that he didn’t much care where Osama bin Laden was – this was, if memory serves, after the US had invaded Iraq.
Footage of an Iraqi woman standing in front of a demolished building, wailing to God.
Shots of a bewildered G.I. in Iraq saying, “It’s almost like these people hate us. I don’t understand why.”
And there was one thing in the movie that I had been totally unaware of before I went to see it. In early 2001, the Bush administration had a representative of the Taliban come to the US. That baffles me, since the US never even recognized the Taliban as the legitimate government of Afganistan.

I cast on some Cotton Fleece and free-formed a hat during the movie. I knew the movie was going to make me uncomfortable and I needed something to do with my hands. After the show was over, our group went to EZ’s ( I know, I’m getting a little link-happy here ) to have lunch and talk about the movie. As the talk went on I kept knitting under the table because the hat was almost finished. A woman sitting across from me said that it must be very soothing to be able to simply create something like that.
Yeah, it is. When the hat was done I gave it to another man who was at the table who’d come to stand by me while I was working on it and watch what I was doing. I could tell he appreciated it. Nothing like giving something away to brighten up your day.

No Responses to “Two hats and Farenheit 9/11”

  1. David Says:

    You have to get in touch with your feelings. What do you really think? This bottling up – it’s just not healthy.

    I’m just saying.

  2. Matt Roth Says:

    Michael Moore is a disgusting piece of crap. I think you should go back to the theatre and ask for your money back. I hope Ray Bradbury buries him for stealing the title…

  3. David Says:

    Yes! Pictures coming soon! I promise.

  4. Stacey Says:

    So are you going to post a pic of the hat?

  5. Kaetchen Says:

    I have been deliberately avoiding the movie because it’s so very likely that I will march out stomping. You better than most know just how liberal my politics are, but Moore is being just plain duplicitous. I saw a pre-release of about 45 minutes a month ago and have wanted to strangle him since. How is this the same man who made Roger and Me?

    Stepping off sandbox now, sorry.