Those five words, spoken by Hillary Clinton on January 23, 2013 during the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, sum up the indifference and self-serving callousness of this woman, who was responsible for the safety and security of the Americans in Benghazi, Libya on September 11, 2012 (less than two months before the US Presidential election, btw).
What difference does it make, Mrs. Clinton? Let me tell you. It makes a lot of difference for a lot of reasons.
First of all, it makes a difference knowing now that there were almost 600 requests and calls of concern about the lack of security from Embassy staff in the year 2012. A January 26, 2016 Washington Post article stated:
“Let’s first stipulate that there is no debate that security was inadequate in Benghazi. Four Americans died. Even the State Department Accountability Review Board report that many Republicans say is a whitewash is unsparing in its portrait of Washington’s indifference to the crumbling security situation. The report said the security posture was “grossly inadequate” to deal with the attacks:
‘The number of Bureau of Diplomatic Security (DS) security staff in Benghazi on the day of the attack and in the months and weeks leading up to it was inadequate, despite repeated requests from Special Mission Benghazi and Embassy Tripoli for additional staffing. Board members found a pervasive realization among personnel who served in Benghazi that the Special Mission was not a high priority for Washington when it came to security-related requests, especially those relating to staffing. The insufficient Special Mission security platform was at variance with the appropriate Overseas Security Policy Board (OSPB) standards with respect to perimeter and interior security. Benghazi was also severely under-resourced with regard to certain needed security equipment, although DS funded and installed in 2012 a number of physical security upgrades.'”
It makes a difference, Mrs. Clinton, that the State Department, under your watch, chose to ignore the repeated calls for help from Americans in an increasingly hostile part of the world.
What difference does it make, Madam Secretary? It makes a difference knowing that you were aware of the events of September 11, 2012 soon enough to render aid to those besieged Americans. A frantic communique from Jeremy Bash, Leon Panetta’s chief of staff, early in the nearly eight hour attack against the US Embassy in Benghazi, proves conclusively that forces were prepared to go in and rescue those Americans. A Fleet Antiterrorism Security Team in Rota, Spain was geared up to go. A EUCOM special operations force staged in southern Europe was ready to go. Mrs. Clinton, military assets were offered and available soon enough to save lives, but the State Department dropped the ball. All it took was an ok, but it never came.
In addition to that, Mrs. Secretary, there was a Predator Drone in the area during the attack. Were you watching the events unfold even as help was just a phone call away? Were you and the Obama reelection machine more concerned about having a crisis on your hands which might have cost you votes? Only President Obama and you know, and you wouldn’t admit it to save your life. A NY Post article on October 21, 2012, said:
“The United States had an unmanned Predator drone over its consulate in Benghazi during the attack that slaughtered four Americans — which should have led to a quicker military response, it was revealed yesterday.
“They stood, and they watched, and our people died,” former CIA commander Gary Berntsen told CBS News.
The network reported that the drone and other reconnaissance aircraft observed the final hours of the hours-long siege on Sept. 11 — obtaining information that should have spurred swift action.
But as Ambassador Christopher Stevens and three colleagues were killed by terrorists armed with AK-47s and rocket-propelled grenade launchers, Defense Department officials were too slow to send in the troops, Berntsen said.”
The Defense Department, the White House and the State Department are responsible for the death of four Americans.
What difference does it make, Hillary? It makes one hell of a difference knowing that you flatly lied to the families of the four victims three days after the attack, knowing full well that the September 11th attack was a planned terrorist action, but telling them that their loved ones died because of a stupid YouTube video. A February 9, 2016 Politifact article said, in part:
A clear picture of whether there had been protests in Benghazi didn’t come together until Sept. 15, a day after Clinton met with the families, according to multiple Senateinvestigation reports.
In its same-day report about the ceremony at Andrews, the New York Times wrote that information available to the White House at the time suggested there were protests in Benghazi spurred by those in Cairo, and Islamic extremists took advantage of the situation and began the attack.
Many people say Clinton knew it was a terrorist attack wholly unconnected from protests on the day of the attacks, Sept. 11, 2012. That day, Ansar al-Sharia, an al-Qaida affiliated group, took responsibility for the attack. Within the next 24 hours, we know Clinton relayed this to Libyan President Mohamed Magariaf and Egyptian Prime Minister Hesham Kandil. She also emailed her daughter, Chelsea, that night, telling her the attack seemed to have been committed by an al-Qaida-like group.”
What difference does it make, Presidential candidate Hillary Clinton? It makes a difference to to the US Ambassador J. Christopher Stevens, the US Foreign Service Information Management Officer Sean Smith, CIA contractors Tyrone S. Woods and Glen Doherty. It makes a difference to their families, every single day for the rest of their lives. It makes a difference to all the Americans who survived the attack. It makes a difference to the Libyan security forces who were also killed on September 11, 2012, and to their families. It makes a difference to the American people, Madam Secretary. It makes a difference because YOU could have made a difference that night but DIDN’T.
What difference does it make? It makes enough of a difference that because of your lies and deceit and inaction and indifference, you will not be allowed to become our President this coming November. You will not become Commander in Chief of our armed forces. You will not be able to live this down. You may have escaped prosecution from our justice system regarding the tragedy in Benghazi, but you have been tried by the American people and found guilty of treason against all that we hold dear. You have betrayed the trust and confidence of us all. You have shown just how selfish and self-serving and incompetent and treacherous and deceitful you really are, and for all these things you will be vilified throughout history. It makes a difference to me, Mrs. Clinton, and it will make a difference on Election Day, November 8, 2016.
Here I sit once again in the comfort of my home, reading and watching news reports about yet another terrorist attack. A CNN anchor gives a live interview with a trembling young man – identified as Paul Delane – standing directly in front of a police barricade used to shield the press and public from the gruesome remnants of the night before. This man had been interviewed the night before on the phone, and had given an emotional account of being in a packed crowd that suddenly turned into a sea of screaming people running away from something that he couldn’t see. His trembling voice cracked as he said he began to run with the frighted throng, not knowing what caused this, but picking up on the panic of those around him. As far as witnesses go, he offered very little information regarding the actual terror attack, but as I listened last night, it was clear by his voice that he had been traumatized, his life forever altered by those moments of sheer fright, not knowing what, if any, impending doom was upon them all. Then this morning I watch as a reporter tried to bring the man back to those moments, asking him to recount how he felt as it unfolded.
Mr. Delane: “All of a sudden, we heard screaming, we saw hordes of, thousands of, seemed like thousands of people running towards us, and if you didn’t run with them you’d just be trampled yourself, so we ran along, not knowing anything, not knowing even what was going on, just trying to escape but at the same time thinking ‘well, maybe I shouldn’t be running, I should be looking for a place to hide’, because we couldn’t hear any bullet shots, the music was so loud, that there was just literally screaming and running that we saw, so it was mass confusion, and we both felt very afraid for our lives.”
CNN Reporter: “You said that you and your partner, John Pierre, stopped, and you listened to the music. Do you think that stopping and listening to the music, and staying there that moment saved your life?”
Mr. Delane (pausing for a moment, his face revealing the emotional reality of that decision): “Yes… yes, because I had just, I said to him after, um, imagine if, um, normally I don’t like crowds, I don’t like being in the middle of all that kind of, uh, folly, but I decided that, well, it was so festive that I felt reasonably safe, so we did stop and listen for awhile, but I said to him afterwards, imagine if I had just wanted to leave and just go immediately home, we could have been crossing the street, and could have been one of the victims… and I would also like to say I’m sorry to France. I love you, and I wish you courage for the future, and for all the families that were affected, and God bless you…”
Dear reader, this is the face of terror. This is what our enemy wants. In addition to the many lives snuffed out, the many injured, there were thousands of survivors who did not know what was going on, but knew Something horrible was unfolding, who were either rooted with fear and trampled, or who joined the stampeding crowd, trying to escape an unknown fate. Are you going to think about the possibility of terrorism from now on every time you find yourself in a crowd? It might very well sit there just under the surface, this wariness, this unease, this anxiety. It may fester in your mind, causing you to scrutinize everyone you see, making you take notice of exits, dragging you kicking and screaming out of your comfort zone, affecting your very existence. We are on the front line of a war, you and I. We can’t go to the grocery store, can’t take our children to school, can’t attend a football game or concert, can’t enjoy the small pleasures of life without worrying if the next terror attack will soon be upon us. We have to adopt a soldier’s mentality, scan our immediate environment, assess the threat level each second, always on the ready to react to whatever malevolence may befall us. Make no mistake: we are at war, and if you are to survive, you must become a warrior.
Our enemy is shrewd. He might look like us, may come across as the average everyday Joe. But his mind is filled with hatred, fueled by an ideology of barbaric, religious evil that has convinced him that he must kill and become a martyr to his twisted god. We can’t look into his heart. There are no neon signs pointing him out as a murderous Islamic terrorist. He is free to move among us, pretending to be our friend, waiting patiently for the exact moment we let our guard down. And we will, I assure you, because we are predictable creatures. We allow ourselves to get caught up in the flow of life, moved along by a fickle media that feeds on the drama of the moment. Last night’s terror attack in Nice, France will be nothing more than a discussion point in the weeks to come, a sound bite, a flash in the news pan. Tomorrow the pundits will be talking about whatever floats to the surface, whatever gets them the best ratings, whatever succeeds in dragging us along by the nose. Our present anger will be tamped down yet again, or worse, redirected to some other seeming injustice elsewhere. And we will let it.
We are at war, fellow citizen of the world. But here is the most heartbreaking point: our enemy isn’t just Islamic Jihadist terrorists. Our enemy is each other. We are in a war of moral attrition, and we are losing badly. Not only are there monsters in our midst, we are the monsters as well. Not only is there an army of kafir-hating Muslim extremists out to get us, we are busy holding onto labels that break us down into colors, political partys, religions, genders, sexual orientations and nationalities, to name a few, and we use out prejudice to pull us apart. Divide and conquor. It’s the best way to defeat an enemy, and damned if we’re not helping our enemies out.
Here’s part of the problem: if you’re not one of the people directly affected by terrorism, you’re probably going to act concerned for a day, maybe two, but then the tide of daily existence will drag you under into your usual mediocrity. Most of us really don’t care about what happens as long as it doesn’t affect us directly. Our society has become pathetic hedonists, floating along in our own dreams, asleep and immune to the horror of hatred until it reaches our tiny worlds. We may clutch our pearls for a second, raise our eyebrows and make some politically correct gestures to make others think we really care, but then go back to our spreadsheets, our soap operas, our YouTube videos, our drug of choice, while secretly hoping we aren’t distracted again by the suffering of others. We will have no one to blame but ourselves when someone filled with hate invades our sterile little world and turns us into the face of terror.
If you don’t decide to fight, and fight right NOW, you’re doomed to be a casualty. Sit there in the comfort of your home. Eventually the fight will come to you. Tell me, citizen: are you finally going to wake up and fight, or go back to sleep and wait until the face of terror is yours?