How do you help clamp down a classified secret that is in danger of leaking? Like a bubbling pot with a tight lid, escaping the confinement of secrecy oaths, hidden secrets, and threats, creates the potential for some future explosion.
Working on the premise that what happened at Roswell was less highly classified projects along the line of Project Mogul and more along the lines of something really did land or crash, the long arm of military might in post WW2 America was loosing some of its grip.
Men were leaving the service by hundreds. They were returning to civilian life. They would move away from the all powerful influence of the military on their daily lives. They might go out for drinks and while in their cups they might - - talk. They might share their deep felt fears or horror or awe with - - - someone.
What to do?
An intentional and very planned leak to clearly make anyone saying anything about a crashed craft or alien beings appear to be escapees from a loony bin.
The crazy, convoluted and nearly unbelievable case of the Aztec, New Mexico crash fills the bill rather well. There is even a symmetry to the tale.
The two events are almost at opposite ends of the desert state. Roswell to the southwest and Aztec to the northwest.
The appearance of crashed "saucer". Bits and pieces in Roswell (according to the main story) and a huge craft in Aztec.
The presence of "bodies" at both sites. At Roswell, found at a secondary crash site and reported as being crated on base for shipment to Wright-Patterson, site of the Air Technical Intelligence Service and the Foreign Technology division. At Aztec, to Denver, Colorado. In 1949, a similar story emerges out of Mexico (with an alleged and very tiny alien) and a barber from the southern states in the U.S. who shaved monkeys and painted them silver before staging a "crash site."
The event of the Aztec incident was alleged to be March 1948 and shared with author Frank Scully by two mysterious men alleged to be government agents but who, in the early fifties, were charged with being con men.
What do we have then? In the years when the appropriately named Project Grudge was overseeing the entire subject of things seen in the skies, we have a story appearing, leaked or promoted by con men, that sets the stage for a hot story to be shot down. Worse, it is presented in such a way as to be unbelievable. The fallen craft was 99 feet in diameter with six humanoids.
In Scully's own words (I have added bold to pertinent parts) : "Published in Variety on October 8, 1949.. Scully's Scrapbook by Frank Scully, Magnetic Springs, O. Oct. 8:
Some Hollywood characters manufacturing a picture presuming to give the inside story of flying saucers have closed the set to all visitors, including members of the press. I presume, in one category or another, that would include muggs like me. Others are rushing to Hollywood with legends that they have already photographed saucers swirling around the Alaskan icecaps and have had to sit on the footage for reasons of security up to now. A publication called Plastics has even claimed seeing the occupants of such a saucer in Oregon. Instead of tearing my hair out at being scooped on these items, I feel terribly sorry for the poor wights who are depriving themselves of my vastly superior knowledge in the field of their endeavors. I presume these producers are attempting to dramatize saucers which have had the origin of their flight from this earth. I have just spent a weekend with scientists who know all there is to know about flying saucers, not only from this planet but from others. In one afternoon, these men convinced me that they knew more about flying saucers than the surviving members of Mack Sennett's crockery that once functioned for entertainment and profit at Edendale, Cal. Weeks ago these sages informed me that they had checked on two of the disks which had landed here from another planet and even told where the patters had landed: The Mojave Desert got one and the Sahara got the other. The one that landed in Africa was more cracked than a psychiatrist but the other panicked gently to the earth like a slow motion of Sonja Henie imitating a dying swan. All the saucer showed on inspection was a tiny hole in its side about the size of a 6B pencil. The word "pencil" made the scientists think of Venus, a planet well within the cruising limits of our solar system. IF the disk traveled on magnetic waves, the Scientists assured me the round trip from Venus and back could be made in 42 minutes. This one obviously had come down on a one-way pass.
- They Ever Find The Cup?
The saucer was 100 feet across and the cabin itself was about 18 feet in diameter. Its center remained at rest but it had an outer edge that revolved at terrific speed. It operated in other words like a magnetically controlled helicopter. It was not propelled by jet or other power such as we have been using to date. Magnetic waves, the scientists explained, emanating from the sun, go around the earth and the moon like millions of fine-spun belt line. Each planet has its moon and operates a similar way the trick in getting from one planet to another is to get from a positive to a negative which those in control of these flying disks managed to do. The structure which had withstood the trip from one planet to another had two metals completely unknown on this earth of ours, but the rest in the min was of recognizable materials?
- What No Women?
Inside the saucer were 16 men. They were intact but charred black , due either to gases which had been siphoned into that pencil-hole which developed in the outer structure on being caught in between the positive and negative magnetic waves en route from one planet to another. The men were about the size of Singer midgets. They weren't Singer midgets because all these have been accounted for. Neither were they pigmies from African jungle. Something about their bone and skull structure was different the scientists said. Though the saucer was loaded with pushbuttons and control instruments none of the American scientists present dared to push any of the buttons for fear of being blown to wherever the charred bodies had come from. Our scientists bombed the ship with cosmic rays and geiger devices to make sure no lethal dangers were present before they opened the cabin door. There was some water in containers in the saucer. When tested it turned out to be heavier than ours, much like the water found in Norway which the Nazis figured would help them be the first to make an atom bomb..."
With such incredible dimensions, number of crew and their size, there was a lot of material to begin a serious ridicule campaign. That was a hallmark of the Project Grudge years: harsh, unrelenting, totally lacking in humor, ridicule. The stinging, abusive kind that send people to therapists in latter years. As a calculated move to insure anyone who did see anything in Roswell (or anyplace else) would not say a word it was brilliant and effective.
As the fear, paranoia, and stresses of the Cold War, the Korean Conflict, and fears of Communism began eating away at people in authority they expressed their fears to the public. They often stated it like the complaining person who goes to the person charge and prefaces it with "some people" or "people are feeling- " as a means of expressing their own opinions. So, the American public were hysterical, frightened, terrorized when in reality it was the military and government leaders who experienced those feelings and transferred them onto the public. The military and those in charge were the ones frightened. Too much was going on they could not explain. That was a frightening experience for men seasoned by war and lauded as heroes.
It was bedtime and the monster was crawling out from under the bed....that was the general feeling expressed in news articles and reports and comments of the day.
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