Historical Propaganda


I’ve been thinking about the post I wrote last night, having a day to mull it over led me to ponder historical propaganda. A bitter pill is much easier to swallow with a little sugar. Human nature predictably wants to be on the winning team, and feels much better believing action was justified. Gathering support for unpleasant responses, or defending distasteful action, becomes a lot easier when coated with the right amount of careful presentation. It doesn’t take a genius to understand which buttons to push when outrage, sympathy, or fear justifies the end result.

I was only three years old when the Cuban missile crisis took place, obviously I can’t write as to news reports during October of 1962. I can however remember learning about it in school; being certain that not once did I learn that America had missiles stationed in Turkey within striking distance of Moscow. I was taught the crisis was America’s response to the Soviet Union placing missiles in post revolution, socialist Cuba – practically in their back yard. The Soviet Union agreed to stand down when America agreed to remove their missiles from Turkey. Clearly a lot happened in between but my point is – U.S. missiles aimed at Moscow from bases in Turkey never made it to my history lessons.

Think back a few years to the Weapons of Mass Destruction fiasco giving the Bush administration public justification for the Iraq war. Poppycock swept under the bridge once images of American tanks rolling into Baghdad aired 24/7 on news networks and Saddam Hussein was extracted from his “spider hole”.

How about the great Mississippi flood in the 1920’s. African American share croppers forced at gunpoint into work camps along the levees. Held against their will, forced to fill sand bags in a futile attempt to stop the river, while white plantation owners were evacuated to safety. Edgar Hoover, appointed to investigate allegations of brutality made a back room deal with share-croppers – if they kept quiet, and voted for him in his upcoming bid to become president, he would give them land of their own. We all know that never happened.

Pulling a few examples off the top of my head wasn’t intended as anything other than a gentle reminder – human nature is what it is – far from rocket science, my ponder grows from the realization things have changed. Propaganda has become considerably more complicated; where once the church or government held tight to the reigns of opinion, media has entered the ring with a vengeance. Propaganda used to serve a purpose; it kept people blissfully unaware, while controlling and channelling reaction.  Now news and social media fan the flames; where once a singular propaganda served a nation, we now dial into the propaganda of choice.

The situation is far too confusing for a majority of people to handle. Sadly unable to make the distinction between “fact” and “opinion”, propaganda is out of control. Once upon a time it was simple; right or wrong we were served a single message for the good of us all. Irresponsible doesn’t begin to describe the “information” game we’re now playing.

Baghdad Battery


Please be patient as I ponder a few things on the way to my point.

I wonder how many people are prepared to step outside the generally accepted box, suspend conventional thinking, and look at our history with fresh eyes. What would it take to snap people out of the notion that the history taught in school is final and absolute. I often write about ancient history; a subject that fuels my imagination, lifts my spirit, and is guaranteed to leave me asking for more. The crushing reality is – nobody cares. Friends for the most part indulge my enthusiasm for a minute or two, then the eyes start to wander as they muster a dismissive “that’s really cool”. One friend teases that I have a “tin foil hat” ready to ward off alien invasions. Beyond perplexing is the idea that any thought outside a dusty old textbook,  immediately places the thinker in the “wing nut” category.Why is it that those who ponder lost civilizations or knowledge find themselves lumped in with the ancient alien crowd? Fortunately I have a thick skin, laughing it off as I fret over their stilted imaginations.

One obvious possibility; the unknown or unexplained can be terrifying. Creation myth has existed since the dawn of time. Worship, religion, whatever you want to call it provided “a place for everything, and everything in its place” . Suddenly there was an answer for everything. For centuries comfort was found in your God; questions not only unnecessary, but frowned upon. I pity the first men of science whose heresy sealed a gruesome fate.

We live in an age of science, devour technology, yet won’t allow unexplained truths unearthed by that science, coax us out of our safe warm place. Irrefutable scientific evidence tells us our accepted historical timeline is hogwash. Look at my posts under “Ancient History” as I fear my family will scream if I explain Piri Reis, Puma Punku, or Gobekli Tepe again.

Now the Baghdad Battery, something to ponder within the parameters of our perceived history. In 1938 German archaeologist Wilhelm Konig dug up five clay jars. These vessels found at Khujut Rabu outside Baghdad, were dated to around 250 BC.Each one had an iron rod down the middle, held in place by an asphalt stopper. Surrounding this, the inside of the jar was copper. tests showed evidence of an acidic residue such as vinegar. His conclusion – it was a battery. Capable of producing up to 4 volts, it is widely accepted to have been used to electroplate gold or silver.

Ponder the 2000 year old battery. Imagine what else waits to be discovered, wrap your head around possibilities that defy explanation. Take comfort in the knowledge that unanswered questions might just be what your soul is missing.

Baghdad Battery