Perspectives, An Intriguing Tale of an American Born Terrorist by Jeffrey Shapiro Read Free Book Online Page A

comment and refused to watch the show saying that it was “liberal and unpatriotic.” As Mary sat glued to the set urging him to come watch, he played in another room with Carly. Afterwards, he didn’t want to talk about it.
    “They knew,” said Mary. “They knew all about it and they did nothing! Jonathan, they had details that the building was a target. One of the letters was signed by senior CIA executives! How could they just dismiss it all? In April the CIA had reasonable cause, and the letter used those very words, to believe that the Blue Heron program had been compromised. So what do they do? They let terrorists plant explosives throughout the building. This whole thing doesn’t make any sense at all! It had to be an inside job. Jonathan, are you listening to me? You need to watch that show. Someone on the inside did this.”
    Jonathan just sat quietly.
    Mary became annoyed, “I taped it for you if you want to watch it later!” she said as she stormed off. Then she remembered and stuck her head back in the door. “Oh yeah, you were mentioned. They said you declined comment. I was really worried that your name would be in one of those letters, but it wasn’t.”
    “Mary I told you everything I know.”
    Mary stared at him waiting to see if there was anything more he would say, but he didn’t. “Well they sure as hell didn’t tell you everything!”
    The Andersons spent a good portion of their days dodging the press. And even though the security goons from the agency tried to shoo them away, like biting flies or mosquitoes they always found an angle to attack their private lives with their long range camera lenses. The pictures appeared in “nasty” and untrue articles in supermarket tabloids.
    “How do celebrities stand living this way?” Mary asked after picking up The Globe at the local Winn Dixie and seeing a picture of Jonathan holding a crying Carly. The caption read: US hero accused of abusing 7 year old daughter .
    “It’s all garbage,” answered Jonathan.
    “I know, but people are reading it. My mother is reading this shit.”
    “The people we care about know it’s not true. And the others, they’re going to believe the worst anyway. That’s what their pathetic lives are all about, feasting on the problems of others, even if they’re not true.”
    “I can’t stand it! I want it to just go away.”
    “Me too,” answered Jonathan.
    “Do you think we can ever get back to feeling normal again?”
    “I’m not sure,” said Jonathan.
    Now that Carly had started school, Jonathan’s days had become terribly boring. He had therapy three times a week and pounded out the stress by running 5 miles a day on a treadmill they had in the basement. He spent the majority of his time in his quiet little office, a converted bedroom in the upstairs rear of the house that contained the remnants of his now shattered life. It was fixed up nicely with a built in desk and shelves. The office was extremely neat and his desk perfectly clean and empty except for his high powered Hewlett Packard engineering computer. The walls were plastered with all the most important accomplishments of his life. He looked proudly at all the memorabilia from his distinguished Naval Academy, PhD and CIA careers. He focused on his diploma from the Academy, probably one of the most difficult, but rewarding, accomplishments in his life. Next to that was a picture of him in full uniform standing proudly with George Bush, the former President wearing a leather Blue Angel jacket that Jonathan had presented him. And then there were the photos and posters of all the airplanes he loved. The Naval Academy had been the beginning of his lifelong dream to fly supersonic jets, and flying seat #1 for the Blue Angels was his crowning achievement. Through air shows and demonstrations, he was considered one of the foremost F-18 authorities and pilots in the world. “What an airplane,” he thought as he looked at a picture of the team