Eight years ago when the madmen struck, I was working as a counselor in a suburban methadone clinic. It was a bad job in a drab place stuck between a warehouse and an animal shelter. I would get there shortly after 5 a.m. to open up, and already the addicts, recovering or not, were queud up and waiting for their daily doses. The dispensing nurse generally arrived at the same time and we would take our respective stations, me behind an inch-thick plate of bulletproof glass, she farther down the hall organizing the tiny cups orange juice and methadone phials.
- Why have our good and wealthy friends the Saudis not given us bin Laden and his crew? The House of Saud is rich beyond description and has contacts throughout the Middle East; it is impossible to believe they didn't know something was up--most of the madmen were Saudis--and bin Laden comes from a wealthy and influential Saudi family. By now he should have been delivered, gift-wrapped, to the White House.
- Why, with hundreds of millions spent annually on intelligence, didn't we know about this? Where were the CIA, the DIA, military intelligence and all the other experts whose jobs it was to protect the nation? Have we been so hampered by legislation that our intelligence people can't do their work anymore? Or is intelligence gathering a lost art...
- How does taking my shoes off at airport security make us less susceptible to attack?