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Stalking
the UFO Meme on the Internet
By Richard Thieme
"There is Thingumbob shouting!"
the Bellman said.
"He is shouting like mad, only hark!
He is waving his hands, he is waggling his head,
He has certainly found a Snark!"
Lewis Carroll,
The Hunting of the Snark
"We are
convinced that Roswell took place. We've had too many high ranking
military officials tell us that it happened, that told us that it
was clearly not of this earth."
Don Schmitt,
co-author, "The Truth About the UFO Crash at Roswell," in an interview
by Ed Mar and Jody Mecanic for Lumpen Magazine on the Internet
That "interview
with a real X-Filer" can be found on one of the hundreds of web
sites -- in addition to Usenet groups, gopher holes stuffed with
hundreds of files, and clandestine BBSs where abductees meet to
compare "scoop marks" -- . that make up the virtual world of flying
saucers.
The UFO subculture
or -- for some -- the UFO religion on the Internet is a huge supermarket
of images and words. Everything is for sale -- stories and pictures,
membership in a community, entire belief systems. But what are we
buying? The meal? Or the menu?
The Bricks
that Build the House
When Don Schmitt uses the word "Roswell," he is not merely identifying
a small town in New Mexico that put itself on the tourist map with
a terrific UFO story. He uses it to MEAN the whole story -- the
one that says a UFO crashed in 1947 near the Roswell Army Air Field,
after which alien bodies were recovered, eye-witnesses rewarded
with new pick-up trucks or threatened with death, and a cosmic Watergate
-- as Stanton Friedman, another Roswell author, calls it -- initiated.
Schmitt uses the word "Roswell" the way Christian evangelists use
"Jesus," to mean everything believed about "Roswell." Like an evangelist,
he counts on his audience to fill in the details. Every good Roswellite
knows them -- it's the story, after all, that defines them as a
community.
That story
is scattered on the Internet like fragments of an exploding spaceship.
Do the pieces fit together to make a coherent puzzle? Or is something
wrong with this picture?
Stalking
the UFO meme on the Internet
Memes are contagious ideas that replicate like viruses from mind
to mind. The Internet is like a Petri dish in which memes multiply
rapidly. Fed by fascination, incubated in the feverish excitement
of devotees transmitting stories of cosmic significance, the UFO
meme mutates into new forms, some of them wondrous and strange.
"The Roswell
incident" is but one variation of the UFO meme.
On the Internet,
Schmitt's words are hyperlinked to those of other UFO sleuths and
legions of interested bystanders like myself, as fascinated by the
psychodynamics of the subculture as by the "data" exchanged as currency
in that marketplace.
Before we examine
a few fragments, let's pause to remember what the Internet really
IS.
Copies of
copies -- or copies of originals?
The Internet represents information through symbols or icons. So
does speech, writing, and printed text, but the symbols on the Net
are even further removed from the events and context to which they
point.
The power of
speech gave us the ability to lie, then writing hid the liar from
view. That's why Plato fulminated at writing -- you couldn't know
what was true if you didn't have the person right there in front
of you, he said, the dialog providing a necessary check.
The printing
press made it worse by distancing reader and writer even more. Now
we put digital images and text on the Net. Pixels can be manipulated.
Without correlation with other data, no digital photo or document
can be taken at face value. There's no way to know if we're looking
at a copy of an original, a copy of a copy, or a copy that has no
original.
But wait. It
gets worse.
The World
is a Blank Screen
Certain phenomena, including UFOs and religious symbols, elicit
powerful projections. We think we're seeing "out there" what is
really inside us. Because projections are unconscious, we don't
know if we're looking at iron filings obscuring a magnet or the
magnet itself.
Carl Jung said
UFOs invite projections because they're mandalas -- archetypal images
of our deep Selves. Unless we separate what he think we see from
what we see, we're bound to be confused.
Repetition
makes any statement seem true. Hundreds of cross-referenced links
on the Web create a matrix of even greater credibility. In print,
we document assertions with references. Footnotes are conspicuous
by their absence on the Web. Information is self-referential. Symbols
and images point to themselves like a ten-dimensional dog chasing
its own tails.
"Roswell" may
be the name of the game, but what does the name really say?
What's in
a name?
Everything.
Names reveal
our beliefs about things.
Was there a
"Roswell incident?" Or was there a "so-called Roswell incident?"
Are Don Schmitt
and his former partner Kevin Randle "the only two professional investigators
in the field" as Schmitt claims in that interview? Or are they in
fact "self-styled professional UFO investigators?" (UFO investigators
accredit themselves, then reinforce their authority by debating
one another and showing up at the same forums. Refuting or attacking
another "investigator" does him a favor by acknowledging his importance).
Are there "eight
firsthand witnesses who saw the bodies," "many high-ranking military
officials who said it was not of this earth," or "550 witnesses
stating that this was not from this earth?" All of those statements
are made in the same interview.
Words like
"self-styled" and "alleged" do more than avoid law suits. They make
clear that the speaker states or believes something rather than
knows it to be true. Schmitt uses the word "witness" the way Alice
in Wonderland uses words, to mean exactly what she wants them to
mean -- instead of letting witness mean ... well. WITNESS.
Dan Kagan and
Ian Summers have written a masterful investigation of "cattle mutilation"
(Mute Evidence, Bantam Books, New York: 1984), detailing how predator
damage became "cattle mutilation" conducted with "surgical precision,"
i.e. in straight lines, through the distortion of the media, "professional
experts" who kept everyone one step away from the evidence (common
in UFO research), and true believers who suspended their capacity
for critical judgment.
"The Roswell
incident" also consists of words repeated often enough to turn them
into pseudo-facts which are then used to weave a scenario. When
enough people believe the scenario, they focus on the minutia of
the story -- did it crash on the Plains of San Agustin, as Stanton
Friedman claims, or north of Roswell as Schmitt and Randle claim?
-- instead of the basics, i.e. did anything other than a balloon
crash at all? Science turns quickly into theology.
Can a Fact
Move at the Speed of Light?
The way sites are connected on the WWW tends to obliterate our historical
sense. Everything on the Web seems to be happening NOW. Without
a point of reference, all information seems equal. Lining up texts
side-by-side and evaluating discrepancies feels like hard work.
Surf to the
Cambridge Cybercafe, for example, and you'll find a laudatory article
about Schmitt written by Milwaukee writer Gillian Sender.
Sender says
the piece was purloined without her permission. Like much on the
Net, it's an unauthorized copy of a copy.
Sender did
a follow-up piece for Milwaukee Magazine in which she confessed
her subsequent disillusionment with Schmitt. In interviews he misrepresented
his educational background and occupation. Sender concluded that
those misrepresentations undermined his credibility across the board.
You won't learn
that on the Web, because the second piece isn't there. The Cybercafe
web site also has a newsletter written by Schmitt and Randle but
no link to information about their later split, when Randle denounced
Schmitt for deceiving him as well as others.
The Soul
of the Web
According to Jung, when the psyche projects its contents onto an
archetypal symbol, there is always secrecy, fascination, and high
energy. When a webmaster finds an article like Sender's he gets
excited, plucks it out of cyberspace, and puts it on his site. Come
across it four or five times, you start to believe it.
Tracking down
the truth about the "Roswell incident" is like hunting the mythical
Snark in the Carroll poem. The closer one gets to the "evidence,"
the more its disappears.
There is in
fact not one living "witness" to the "Roswell incident" in the public
domain, not one credible report that is not filtered through a private
interview or other privileged communication.
There are,
though, lots of people making a living from it.
Who ARE
These Guys?
Karl Pflock is another "Roswell investigator." Stick his name into
a search engine and you'll find him on the UFOlogist roster at Glenn
Campbell's Area 51 web site. The text of an online interview with
Pflock and Stanton Friedman is reproduced there.
What effect
does this have?
By appearing
with him, Friedman lends credibility to Pflock's status. Their disagreement
over details (Pflock thinks the Roswell debris was the remains of
a Project Mogul balloon, as the Air Force claims) is less important
than the fact of their debate, which implies that the details are
important, the debate worth having. That ensures future bookings
for both.
Get the idea?
In the virtual world, the appearance of reality becomes reality.
Then you can buy and sell words, icons, symbols as if the menu is
the meal.
Pflock is not
new to the world of UFOs. Kagan and Summers first encountered him
as a man named "Kurt Peters" who appropriated a story he knew was
fabricated about "cattle mutilations," then tried to pass it off
as his own and sell it to a New York publisher. When the authors
confronted Pflock "with the Kurt Peters gambit, he was shaken that
we had found him out."
What might
we infer, therefore, about Pflock's credibility? On the Web, however,
the context created by juxtaposition with Friedman makes it seem
as if he is a real "professional."
Follow the
Money
The UFO game needs teams so the game can be played. The "for-team"
and the "against-team" are essential to each other. The famous "alien
autopsy film" exploited by Ray Santilli illustrates this.
This film allegedly
showed the autopsy of an alien retrieved from a crash site. Many
web sites were devoted to this film; Usenet groups hummed with endless
conversation about the details. One major thread was devoted to
finding the cameraman. (Once again, the key player or detail was
absent, the audience addressed by a "spokesperson for the event.")
A great deal
of money was made by debating the film, regardless of which side
one was on. Stanton Friedman was off to Italy for a screening, Schmitt
to England to "examine the evidence," and so on. Meanwhile reports
like that by Dr. Joseph A. Bauer on CSICOP's web site that exposed
the film's "overwhelming lack of credibility" were ignored. The
lack of credibility was obvious from the beginning, but had it been
acknowledged, there would have been no game to play -- no Fox-TV
special, no books or debates, no conferences in Europe.
The Santilli
episode is about played out, but other "evidence" is taking its
place. At the moment, an anonymous tipster claims to have a fragment
of the crashed saucer. The story is spreading on the Web, mutating
as it grows. Now, fifty years after the alleged crash, others claim
to have fragments too.
The good thing
about fragments of crashed saucers is that they are endless. Even
better are the claims made by "professional investigators" that
they are negotiating with shadowy figures who have fragments but
are afraid of being killed if they go public. Those stories are
endless too.
To know someone's
motivation, follow their checkbook. Look, for example, at the heated
rivalry in the town of Roswell between museums competing for tourist
dollars with trips to rival crash sites.
You can even
sign up for the tour on the Web.
Information?
Misinformation? Disinformation?
The Santilli film could be dismissed as a non-event, did it not
reveal a deeper dimension of life in the UFO world. What were its
effects?
Energy was
displaced, the focus of the debate shifted, and the "Roswell incident"
-- ironically -- reinforced.
When someone
says, "These are not the real crown jewels" they imply that real
crown jewels exist. If this is a fake autopsy film, where is the
REAL autopsy film? That implies a real autopsy which implies real
aliens and a real crash.
Or was the
film an ingenious piece of disinformation by the government? Was
it designed to throw investigators off the track? See how we responded
to news of real aliens? Hide some real data among a snowstorm of
false data?
Is all this
confusion ... intentional?
It's X-files
time.
Ready for
a Headache?
Now we're closing in on the Snark.
Are government
agents using the subculture to manipulate or experiment with public
opinion? To cover up what they know? Are the investigators "useful
idiots," as they're known in the spy trade, real spies, or just
in it for the buck?
One of my online
adventures illustrates the difficulty of getting answers to these
questions.
A woman in
Hamilton, Montana, was speaking to Peter Davenport, head of the
National UFO Reporting Center in Seattle about a UFO she said was
hanging around her neighborhood. She said she could hear strange
beeps on the radio when it was hovering. Then, while they spoke,
some beeps sounded.
"There!" she
said. "You hear that? What IS that?"
Peter played
the beeps over the telephone. I recorded them. Then I posted a message
on alt.2600 -- a hacker's usenet group -- asking for help.
I received
several offers of assistance. One came from LoD.
LoD! The Legion
of Doom! I was delighted. If anybody can get to the bottom of this,
the LoD can. These guys are the best hackers in the business.
I recorded
the beeps as a .wav file and emailed them to LoD. They asked a few
questions and said they'd see what they could find.
Meanwhile I
received another email. This writer said he had heard similar tones
over telephone lines and shortwave radio in his neighborhood, which
happened to be near a military base.
Then he wrote,
"I have some info that would be of great interest. Government documents
...." He mentioned friends inside the base who told him about them.
Meanwhile the
LoD examined the switching equipment used by the telco and reported
that they were evaluating the data.
A third email
directed me to a woman specializing in the "beeps" frequently associated
with UFOs. She sent me a report she had written about their occurrence
and properties.
LoD asked for
my telephone number and someone called the following week. They
could affirm, the caller said, that the signals did not originate
within the telephone system. They could say what the signals were
not, but not what they were. One negative did not imply a positive.
Then the corespondent
near the military base sent a striking communication.
"The documentation
and info that I am getting are going to basically confirm what a
member of the team has divulged to me. "They are here and they are
not benign."
He gave me
information about other things he had learned, then acknowledged
that all he said was either worthless hearsay or serious trouble.
Therefore, he concluded, "I am abandoning this account and disappearing
back into the ether."
The Twilight
Zone
There you have it. Without corroboration or external evidence to
use as a triangulating point, that's as far as the Internet can
take us.
Words originate
with someone -- but who? Is the name on the email real? Is the domain
name real? Is the account real?
Secrecy. Fascination.
High energy.
Maybe it's
a sign of the times that I was pleased to have the help of the LoD.
While I would have dismissed a government or telco statement as
maybe true, maybe not, I trusted LoD. They did a solid piece of
work. Technically they're the best, but more than that, I knew they'd
be true to their code. Like me, they're need-to-know machines and
they love a good puzzle.
What about
the next-door-to-the-military source? Was he who he said he was?
Were his contacts telling the truth? Are "they" here and are "they"
not benign? Or was he a government agent trying to learn what I
knew? Or just a bored kid who felt like killing a little time?
How do we separate
fact from fiction? Jacques Vallee, a respected writer and researcher,
recently authored a work of fiction about UFOs. Is he really writing
fiction so he can disguise the truth, as some say? Or is he just
another guy selling a book? Or a serious investigator who has blurred
his own credibility by writing fiction that's hard to distinguish
from his theories?
Or is he a
secret agent working for the government?
The UFO world
is a hall of mirrors. The UFO world on the Internet is a simulation
of a hall of mirrors. The truth is out there, all right ... but
how can we find it?
Plato was right.
We need to know who is speaking. We need to stay with the bottom-line
data that won't go away.
The Bottom
Line
What does it look like?
One piece looks
like this.
I know a career
Air Force officer, recently retired as a full colonel. He worked
at the Pentagon and the War College., He is a terrific guy who has
all the "right stuff." He's the kind of guy you'd willingly follow
into battle. Many did.
A fellow B-47
pilot in the sixties told him of an unusual object that flew in
formation with him for a while, then took off an incredible speed
he could not match. The co-pilot independently verified the incident.
Neither wanted to report it and risk damage to their careers.
When he first
told me that account in the 1970s, I remember how he looked. He
usually looked confident, even cocky. That time he looked puzzled,
maybe a little helpless. I knew he was telling me the truth.
I have seen
that look many times as credible people told me their account of
an anomalous experience. They don't want publicity or money. They
just want to know what's happening on their planet.
Data has accumulated
for at least fifty years. Some of it is on the Internet. Some of
it, like email from that retired air force officer, is trustworthy.
Much of it isn't.
Are we hunting
a Snark, only to be bamboozled by a boojum? Or are we following
luminous breadcrumbs through the darkening forest to the Truth that
is Out There? The Net is one place to find answers, but we'll find
them only if our pursuit of the truth is rigorous, disciplined,
and appropriately skeptical.
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