First-person accounts are always incomplete. This account, however biased, rings true in many of it’s details.
The impression I come away with is like a massive fire in a discotheque, the disoriented mob rushes and plugs up the exit. Only the first to reach the door escape— along with the incendiary.
We were blindsided. Something like this would ordinarily take years to redress. This coupe was engineered over years by brilliant, malignant people armed with technical expertise beyond the comprehension of most. There were plans to monkey-wrench subsequent investigations as well.
We had a few weeks, hardly enough time to organize such a project, let alone carry it through. The loudest prevailed over the most competent and we choked.
Yes.