The so called Pentagon Papers (officially called “United States-Vietnam Relations, 1945-1967: A Study Prepared by the Department of Defense) was the Wikileaks of 1971. Daniel Ellsberg was Bradley Manning, with the difference that he did get a trial, and was never kept in solitary
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confinement without visitors and forced to stand naked in front of the prison guards.
He got off on a technicality, which is a nice way of ending these things. Parts of the study were printed in the New York Times in 1971, back when the New York Times was a reputable newspaper, and not just the print section of the propaganda department of the military industrial complex.
The papers proved that LBJ, among others, was lying his ass off about the war and had been for a very long time. They also proved that JFK, Eisenhower and Truman had been less than honest about what was going on over there but, really, Johnson’s the one who picked up the ball and ran with it.
Now, the Pentagon Papers have been officially declassified, with the exception of just 11 words. This leaves me with a few questions. Firstly, what’s the point? They’ve already been published. It is like putting on a condom after you’ve just finished having sex.
Secondly, from 1971 to 2011 is 40 years. Why does it take 40 years to get information out? McNamara (who commissioned the report) is dead, may he rot in hell, Lyndon Johnson is dead, may he rot in hell, Henry Kissinger is old and irrelevant. It might be nice to see him face war crimes trials, but I’m not holding my breath. We have a whole new generation of war criminals we aren’t prosecuting, so why worry about him?
What will we learn in 40 years about the invasion of Iraq, about the election of 2000, about 9/11? By that time, nobody will care any more. For all the cries of “Never forget!”, most folks have already pretty much forgotten.
But my 3rd question, and by far the most fun to speculate on, is what are those 11 words which are so super sensitive they are still being kept secret? Perhaps:
We’re the government. We can do whatever the fuck we want.
Sure, we killed Jack Kennedy. You gonna do something about it?
We don’t care if we win. Permanent war is the object.
I love the smell of napalm in the morning. Doesn’t everybody?
I hope nobody ever reads this, or our asses are toast.
The possibilities are endless.
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