Chapter 3 - Defining the Face of Truth
According to the kitchen clock it was almost two in the morning when we arrived at Indira's flat. The apartment was on the seventeenth floor of a twenty-story building. It was ultramodern for Indian standards. It had a full bath, an extremely large bedroom, and an equally large kitchen with a living room, dining room area attached to it. The space could have comfortably served a family of four. The living room opened to the outside, onto a corner balcony that provided a 270 degree panoramic view of a large portion of Delhi. The city lay spread out below us as if it were a vast sea of lights interrupted by waves of darker patches that appeared to be parks and or large landmarks.
Before retiring I send off an E-mail to Fred, on Indira's computer. The Internet was just beginning to take off in India. E-mail was considered the most leading edge of technology, by what I could see. Naturally it was embraced by Indira, a leading-edge-kind of a girl. I e-mailed Fred my request for a medical van with a brief explanation why it was needed.
"That won't be possible," his answer came back almost instantly. "This kind of large project falls outside the scope of our diplomatic business. Sorry to have to disappoint you."
I had half expected this type of an answer. I even smiled receiving it. I smiled, because I already knew what reply I would send.
"Consider this," I replied. "From the very moment on that the U.S. Government has made the strategic depopulation of the Third World a foreign policy priority under the directive of NSSM200 in 1974, the kind of 'business' that you said 'falls outside the scope of our diplomatic pursuits' has actually been the centerpiece of our foreign diplomacy. We have chosen this path to be our 'business. We have made it our business in real terms from 1975 on, mostly in the negative sense. We can't ignore what we have done.
"The Dalits' problem could have been resolved by now," I continued, "if this kind of destructive policy, and the mentality of inhumanity that is associated with it, hadn't been put on the table by us. Out depopulation policy eroded the social and economic platforms all over the Third World with an eye of putting countless people to death by means of economic collapse. That's the stated NSSM200 objective, isn't it? Its policy is to kill as many people as possible in order to preserve the targeted countries' raw materials for the future needs of the USA and the West. Now we have reached the point that we must repair the damage that is fast becoming unmanageable, and we must do this as fast as is logistically possible in order to preserve whatever human civilization we have left on this planet. This consideration makes my request a high priority national security issue, doesn't it? The USA needs to open its aid-tap along this line before the people of India become desperate enough to take us to court over the issue, which they could, for the damage we have done to them as a people.
"Just imagine, Fred, the size of the compensation claims that might be launched," I added. "Can you imagine what huge claims could be made for the millions of deaths that our policies have intentionally caused all around the world? Just consider the banning of the DDT pesticide as an example, which falls into the NSSM200 policy objective. DDT had once nearly eradicated malaria. Now with the ban in force that takes away the only defense that poor countries have, the scourge of malaria is back again in a big way. Malaria that was once nearly eradicated is infecting hundreds of millions of people again and is causing millions of agonizing deaths every year. Of course this was our goal, Fred. One of the arguments for banning DDT was that DDT enabled too many people to live. It was later admitted that America's banning of DDT was a political decision. The environmental arguments against the DDT have all been scientifically disproved. The policy objective was to kill human beings on a larger scale than war. We are doing this now. In Africa a person dies of malaria every 30 seconds. For India the figure might be worse.
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