Every reader of alternative media knows that the reports from the mainstream are generally biased. They are biased towards the government, corporations, and banks. The “news” is rarely more than fiction generated to shed the best possible light on those entities, while keeping people firmly in line with their fear-invoking reports. “Truth” rarely enters into the stories breathlessly espoused by well-coiffed anchors.
That’s why I was surprised to see that CBS’s 60 Minutes did an in-depth story that was completely damning to the administration.
I was not surprised, however, when all traces of the video were removed from YouTube.
Nor was I surprised when 60 Minutes subsequently issued a complete retraction and apology for the story.
Dylan Davies, the source for the report, wrote a book that was brought to print by the powerhouse publishing company Simon & Schuster. The book is called The Embassy House, and was written under the pseudonym Sgt. Morgan Jones. It was published last month by Threshold Editions, a division of Simon & Schuster, which is, incidentally, owned by CBS. (Can you see how this works?) Simon & Schuster, in classic damage control fashion, is pulling the book off shelves.
Davies has now been “discredited” by none other than our own government. That would be the same government that allowed Hillary Clinton to play hooky from the Congressional hearings about the massacre. (Perhaps protecting her potential 2016 run for the presidency?) The same government who put other witnesses in fear of their lives and would not allow them to speak publicly about the ordeal. The same government that sees the coverup unraveling and is still trying to knit the pieces back together.
Let’s take a look at the “discrediting” of this alleged witness.
CBS News acknowledged on Friday that it had suffered a damaging blow to its credibility. Its top executive called the segment “as big a mistake as there has been” in the 45-year-old history of the celebrated news program.
The executive, Jeff Fager, conceded that CBS appeared to have been duped by the primary source for the report, a security official who told a national television audience a harrowing tale of the attack last year at the American diplomatic mission in Benghazi, Libya. On Thursday night it was disclosed that the official, Dylan Davies, had provided a completely different account in interviews with the F.B.I., in which he said he never made it to the mission that night.
Mr. Davies, identified as Morgan Jones on the “60 Minutes” report and on the jacket of his book, “The Embassy House,” gave three separate interviews to the F.B.I., according to Obama administration officials. Each time he described the events in ways that diverged from his account to CBS, when he claimed to have been personally involved in the action during the attack — to the point of disabling one of the attackers with a blow from a rifle.
His interviews with the F.B.I., disclosed Thursday night by The New York Times, were critical in the unraveling of his story. Mr. Davies had already told his employer, the security firm Blue Mountain, that he never appeared at the mission the night of the attack, and the firm had prepared an incident report with that information. Mr. Davies contended that he had not created or approved the incident report and that he had needed to lie to his employer because he had defied orders to remain at his villa. The justification for believing him, Mr. Fager said Friday, was Mr. Davies’s assurance that had told the real truth to the F.B.I., one that would corroborate his account to CBS.
With agents unable to operate freely in Benghazi, the F.B.I., which is conducting an investigation into the attack, has struggled to get interviews with the guards hired to protect the mission and other witnesses. That has forced the agents to rely on the accounts provided by State Department officials and contractors who have left the country. As part of those efforts, the F.B.I. interviewed Mr. Davies by phone, teleconference and in Wales, where Mr. Davies lives. (source)
Was CBS under government pressure to retract this story? Was Simon & Schuster forced to pull the books from the shelves? It seems that there is a governmental cloak of secrecy over the attack on the embassy. Files have been sealed. Families have more questions than answers about what happened on that fateful night.
Here is the section of Davies’ book that tells about his dealings with the FBI.
Barely minutes later my phone rang. “Morgan Jones.” “Mr. Jones, this is Sam Peterson from the U.S. State Department. I think you were expecting our call.” “Yes. I’m good to talk.” “Right, thank you, sir, because right now we really do appreciate it. Stay on the line: it’ll take a few moments to get everyone patched in and seated and listening.” I supped some more beer as I waited. “Okay, we’re all in now. So, Mr. Jones, please tell us everything that you have seen and heard over the last forty-eight hours.” Fuck me, where did I start? I began relating the lead-up to the attack, then moved on to the events of the night just gone. I found myself reliving it all, and at one moment I found myself breaking down again and the words just wouldn’t come. I heard another voice break into the call.
“Look, this guy just isn’t up to this
Pause. “Sir? Mr. Morgan, we can get someone to that airport to sit with you until your flight is called.” “No, no. It’s okay. I’m fine.” “If you want out of that place we can get you to the Embassy.” “No, I’m okay. I just want to go home.” “Understood, sir. Well, if you think you’re able to continue?” I said I was. I talked them through the events leading up to now, and somehow I got through it all. Then the questions began. “How many attackers were there?” “I don’t know, but I was told two hundred minimum. Maybe as many as six hundred.” “What time did you find the Ambassador dead?” “Sometime around two in the morning.” “Who were the attackers?” “Shariah Brigade.” The questions went on and on. When they were finally done, I mentioned the fact that I had the photos from the compound, those that I’d taken when I’d gone back to document the crime scene. “Hell, we need those ASAP. We have zero. We got nothing.” “I’ll email them as soon as I get home. I’ll need an email address.” “We’ll get one to you. We would really, really appreciate those photos.” “You know about the Libyan policeman taking the recce photos?” “Say again.”
I related the story about the Libyan cop— or the guy posing as a cop— who’d taken all the shots of the Mission’s front entrance the morning before the attack. “No shit. We gotta get someone over to the U.K. to talk to you. Are you up for that?” I told them that I was. “So first priority is to email us those photos,” the guy from State summarized. “Then we’ll see about getting our people to you for a face-to-face.” That was the call. I downed a few gin-and-tonics just for the extra peace of mind, then made my way toward the gate.
I’d barely settled into my seat before I’d fallen into the sleep of the dead. It was a good nine or ten hours later by the time I finally reached home. Robert was waiting for me, and he warned me that the media had started hounding already. He told me that my default response should be “No comment.” I told him that I didn’t need this shit. I just wanted to be around those I loved in peace and in quiet. I emailed all the photos that I had taken to the guy I’d spoken to at the State Department. I got a response back almost instantaneously: “Thank you very much for all of them. Brilliant. This is all we have.” That evening the four dead Americans were named on the news: Ambassador Stevens, Glen Doherty, Tyrone Woods, and Sean Smith. Hearing of Sean’s death was heartbreaking. He’d been there only a week and he wasn’t even a soldier. He was the IT man and a State Department guy through and through.
I remembered telling Sean just a day or so before not to worry, for we’d never had a serious attack at the Mission. I’d said it just to put his mind at rest. Now he was dead, and there was a grieving wife and two children in The Hague. I still had the fifty-euro note that Sean had given me to change into Libyan dinar so that he could buy some silk scarves for his wife. I pulled it out of my wallet, but I couldn’t even bring myself to look at it. I locked it away in a drawer. Glen Doherty and Tyrone Woods I didn’t know if I’d met. I’d run into guys from the Annex, but we’d never properly swapped names. Both men were ex– Navy SEALs, and they’d been working at the Annex as private security guys. Their acts during the Embassy siege would turn out to be utterly selfless— the deeds of true heroes. I still didn’t know exactly what had happened to Dave or Scotty, or the Ambassador’s close protection team, and there was little peace to be had at home.
An FBI team was due to fly in from the States to speak with me. Every agency from America kept calling and asking me to tell them my story, and while I knew how important this was, repeating it over and over and over was cracking me up inside. Read more at leestranahan.com
Is Davies really a fraud or is this just another layer to the Benghazi cover-up?
We may never know, because Davies is nowhere to be found. CBS executive Jeff Fager says that he has “gone into hiding.”