When the Beast of Terror steps in front a Diplomat's car, does the
driver step on the gas and run him over? Hit the brakes for fear
of hitting him? Or swerve to avoid the Beast and then deny
ever being there? Find out how one Sentinel of Vigilance
feels about the Beast.
26, 2003—Ground Zero Plus 591
Attack By A Sentinel Of Vigilance
Editor, New York City Combat Correspondent News
GROUND ZER0, NEW YORK, NY--I was attacked yesterday
by a Sentinel of Vigilance. And, I lost.
incident: Japan Society
occurred in front of the Japan Society just a few blocks from the
United Nations where I was attending an all-day seminar regarding the
security of Asia.
Diplomats, foreign businesspeople,
educators and scholars filled the meeting room to hear Gong Ro-myung,
former South Korean Ambassador to Japan; Teruske Terada, former
Japanese Ambassador to Korea, Donald P. Gregg, former Ambassador to
South Korea, General Kim Dong-shin, former Minister of National
Defense for South Korea, Nicholas D. Kristof, Op-Ed Columnist for the
New York Times, and Special Envoy for Northeast Asia Security
Consultations, Christopher J. LaFleur, among a host of other speakers,
prognosticate whether war or peace would result from North Korea's
threats to manufacture nuclear weapons.
It was a timely seminar, for the War in
Iraq was ending, and the threat of war in the Far East was brewing.
One Beast of Terror had either been killed, wounded or was on the run,
and another was rattling his sabers, challenging the world with his
"weapons of mass destruction."
Clark, Jr., President of the Japan Society
these days is not unlike a tennis match, with eyes shifting from the
east to the west, west to east, east to west.
I went to the seminar with a single goal in
mind--to present my Pledge of Vigilance and TerrorHunting systems to
various diplomats, in hopes of being hired by them to install systems
in their governments or private sectors that might start the Seeds of
Vigilance on a growth pattern.
(link here to view copy of press release).
It's not easy to keep up with diplomats, for they speak
in circuitous tones, dancing around issues rather than hitting them on
Morning Session opened with Gong ( left) and Terada (right)
The early morning session
featuring former ambassadors from Japan and Korea focused not so much
on the dangers of North Korea, but rather on a major flap between the
two nations regarding how Japanese textbooks dealt with the militant
history of the Japanese Empire's brutality of other nations.
It seemed like a red herring, a diversion from the
bulls-eye of North Korea, but in a diplomatic sense, the veracity of
history itself as taught to the children seemed far more important
than the impending threat of a nuclear or biological holocaust issued
by Kim Jong Il. It seemed, if one was from Mars, that
unless the textbook issue was resolved, the weapons of mass
destruction didn't matter. One might argue the threat of
poisoning a child's mind with untruths was far more critical than
upsetting the balance of power in the Far East.
Frankly, I was uneasy at first. I had come
loaded for bear, ready to hear massive arguments and recommendations
for removing Kim Jong Il in a peaceful manner, or, support for a swift
Elimination Policy ala Iraq, but found what was written on the pages
of Japan's history books the axis of discussion.
Kristof of the New York Times led the second round of discussions
the second round of discussions led by Nicholas D. Kristof of the New
York Times, the op-ed writer threw out a hand grenade. He
took the position of a hawk and challenged the panel to answer the
question: "If a pre-emptive strike was made against the nuclear
production facilities, and that alone was the only military target,
and the U.S. promised in advance the strike would be limited only to
that target, would Kim Jong Il risk war over such an attack?"
The diplomats fumbled with the answer.
No one directly answered it, and I could tell they would have rather
continued flogging the history textbook issue, which, by the way, had
been resolved by the appointing of an oversight committee representing
both Korean and Japanese members to give input over what ultimately
would be written. Current Japanese history textbooks
allegedly glorify the war, and to the victims of Japanese aggression,
represent a lingering "imperialistic attitude."
Milling with the other 100 attendees, I spoke
with a number of the diplomats, exchanging cards and offering them my
TerrorHunter News information. I had this faint
dream of one of the diplomats taking my Vigilance Training information
to the leader of his nation and hiring me to install the Principles of
Vigilance into the government, creating Sentinels of Vigilance at all
levels of diplomacy so the message of Vigilance would seep down
through thick governmental skins and rain softly and sweetly upon the
heads of the citizens.
In verbal discussions, the idea of Vigilance by
the Masses was acceptable, but when one really thinks it through, the
idea of a citizenry armed with Principles of Vigilance is not unlike
arming a band of revolutionaries with weapons of mass destruction.
Diplomats thrive on the ignorance of the people. The more
confused and uneducated the people are, the more power the Diplomats
have. It creates a "you need me to do what is right
for you because you don't know how to protect your rights better than
I know how to" philosophy. Vigilance, on the other
hand, teaches people to think for themselves and how to govern
themselves. It is the antithesis of Diplomacy because it
involves Right Actions for the Children's Children's Children,
something most Diplomats can't comprehend since they are negotiating
the best deal for right now, often at the expense of the future.
panel of economists
After lunch, an army
of economists hit the stage, spinning the web of profits and losses so
everyone could see how China was sucking up the resources, and has
become Japan's number one trade partner, as well as the key force in
stabilizing the Far East.
I was getting sleepy so I took a walk
outside for a few minutes to get some exterior shots of the Japan
Society for today's article. As I was exiting, a
Japanese man rushed in. His driver hurried to open the door for
I noted the diplomatic plates on the car and took
a picture of them to give readers a flair for the level of diplomacy
at the meeting. As I lowered the camera the driver charged at me
"Why are you taking pictures of my car's
"I'm a reporter. I'm going to use the
picture as part of a story."
"Show me your credentials?"
He was in my face. My hackles
"I don't have to show you anything," I said.
"Then I'll call the police." At which time,
he flipped open his cellphone and began dailing.
"Wait, I'll show you," I said, not wanting a
confrontation with the police, yet angry at the intrusion.
Azzi's car with its diplomatic plates
I found a business card
and showed it to him. "Ahhh," he said reading the title about
Vigilance, "you're one of us!"
I introduced myself and he told me his name
was Azzi. He didn't apologize, but reminded me in his firm way
that since Nine Eleven he has been extra Vigilant. "It's a
security issue," Azzi said. "I cannot put my ambassador at
Azzi, a Lebanese who came to America in the
early 70's, is the driver for the Japanese Ambassador. He has
been driving diplomats at the U.N. for nearly three decades and will
retire next year, he said.
We began to talk. I asked him why he had
come to America, and he shared with me an incredible story.
"People get mad at me sometimes because I support America and our
President," he said. "Just because I was born in Lebanon, people
think I should be against the War in Iraq and the Administration's
policies. I'm not. I believe in my country.
Even my mother told me, 'But Azzi, you're Lebanese, how can you
support the U.S.?' I had to remind her that I was born in
Lebanon, but when I came to the U.S. I chose to become a citizen.
I chose my country. I am not Lebanese-American, I am American
He extolled the virtues of America, and when I
asked how a Lebanese-American could possibly get the job of driving
the Japanese Ambassador, he told me it wasn't easy.
"When I applied, they said they wanted only
Japanese drivers. But during the interview they asked me why I
thought I was qualified. I told them I was better than any
Japanese driver, better than any other driver in the world.
I love my job. I live, eat and breathe it. I think
it is the most important job in the world to move the Ambassador
safely and quickly from one place to another.
Without me, he can't do his job as well, because I get him where he
needs to go no matter what--even when Terrorists attack."
Azzi was a bundle of belief.
He could have run for President of the World. He's the
kind of guy you want watching your back, and I realized how lucky both
America was to have a guy like Azzi as a citizen, and how fortunate
the Japanese were to have him jockeying their Ambassador about.
I asked him if he had kids and he pulled
out a picture of a beautiful young girl. I shared with him
about my grandchildren, and then said, "Azzi, I'm going to get you
some flyers on what I do. Maybe you can give them to key people
you think would appreciate what I'm doing. I gave him a handful
of envelopes and went back to the seminar.
for the Northeast Asia Security Consultations, LaFleur, closed the
Yong, afternoon panel member
As I was leaving, I
passed by his car, still waiting in front of the Japan Society.
"Have a good day, Azzi," I called.
Suddenly, he leapt from the car a second time and
rushed toward me. "Wait, Cliff." He approached me
breathlessly and stood in front of me at attention. "I read what
you wrote," he said of the press releases I had given him. "How
can I be more Vigilant in my job?"
My jaw slackened a little.
Nothing all day had sparked my attention as much as Azzi's interest in
"As far as I'm concerned, Azzi, you are already a
Sentinel of Vigilance. You've got Fear, Intimidation and
Complacency on the run. If I can offer one piece of advice, it
would be to become a Teacher of Vigilance, pass it on to everyone.
Don't keep it, give it away."
"Yes," Azzi replied, "I can do that."
"I know you can, Azzi." I affirmed.
Walking toward the bus stop to go back downtown
to the East Village where I live, I thought about Azzi.
When he challenged me about taking the
pictures, he was a Sentinel of Vigilance for his boss, the Ambassador.
Later, when we talked about his child and life, I realized he had all
the intuitions of a Sentinel of Vigilance--he was a rock wall in the
face of Terrorism, a man whose Convictions had been formed from
granite not sand, and who took the Right Actions not just for himself,
but for his child and his child's future children.
I had never been asked the
question: "How can I be more Vigilant at my job?"
Azzi also wanted the best for others, he wanted that One Percent
Plus that I speak of in the Principles of Vigilance.
The Beast of
Terror is on the run
thought about Diplomats I had met earlier. They were
spinners of webs. Azzi was a laser beam. He went to
the heart of the real issue--self rather than non-self government.
Azzi drove his own car--the car of
life. He didn't need a driver.
And, I was sure, if the Beast
of Terror got in front of his vehicle, Azzi wouldn't hit the breaks.
I had a feeling he would push the pedal to the metal.
I was glad I had been attacked by a
Sentinel of Vigilance. And, I knew the Beast of Terror was on
the run--at least from Azzi's sights.
25--Howling For The Beast Of Terror In Central Park
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