CHANGED IN THE NIGHT

“For six hours there were at least ten unidentifiable objects moving above Washington DC. They were not ordinary aircraft.”

–Harry G. Barnes, 1952 Senior Air Traffic Controller 

A BBC re-enactment of UFOs over Washington DC

"I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle! If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what it wouldn’t be, it would. You see?"

- Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Are UFOs Real?

 









"I did have occasion in 1951 to have two days of observation of many flights of them, of different sizes, flying in fighter formation, generally from east to west over Europe." 
- Major Gordon Cooper

"I can assure you that flying saucers, given that they exist, are not constructed by any power on earth." 
- President Harry S. Truman, 1950

"I'm convinced that flying saucers have an out-of-world basis." - Dr. Walter Reidel, rocket expert

"The nations of the earth must some day make a common front against attack by people from other planets." 
- General Douglas MacArthur

"Sightings of unexplained objects at great altitude and traveling at high speeds in the vicinity of major US defense installations are of such nature that they are not attributable to natural phenomena or known types of aerial vehicles." 


- Dr. H. Marshall Chadwell, former assistant director of the CIA's Office of Scientific Intelligence, in a December, 1952 memo to then-director of the CIA, General Walter B. Smith

Eyewitness Report 1952 UFOs Over Washington DC

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PLOT: After accidentally killing her twin brother, sixteen-year Allana Odette Blair is consumed with guilt and diagnosed as mentally unstable. An outsider, estranged from her conflicted mother, she creates a portal that allows her vengeful and mischievous brother, Jack, access to her reality. When visited by aliens and marked in July, 1952, she's disbelieved. This isolates her even more. Drawn into her worst nightmare, she's locked into a psych ward for ninety days. Finally released, she's abducted by her brother's allies and taken to the moon where she learns her true destiny. 

UFOs Over Washington DC 1952

A few minutes before midnight on Saturday, July 19, 1952, an air traffic controller at National Airport in Washington DC noticed some odd blips on his radar screen. Knowing that no aircraft were flying in that area near the capitol, he rushed to inform his boss, Harry G. Barnes who later reported that the UFOs moved with such sudden bursts of intense speed that radar could not track them continuously. Soon National Airport's other radar, Tower Central, was tracking unknowns. At Andrews AFB, personal watched as bring orange objects in the sky circled, stopped abruptly, and then streaked off at blinding speeds.

It's All a Game!

"You have to learn the rules of the game and then you have to play better than anyone else." - Albert Einstein

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"It has become exceedingly obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity." - Albert Einstein

DEATH BECOMES US!

“What is the only provocation that could bring about the use of nuclear weapons? Nuclear weapons. What is the priority target for nuclear weapons? Nuclear weapons. What is the only established defense against nuclear weapons? Nuclear weapons. How do we prevent the use of nuclear weapons? By threatening the use of nuclear weapons. And we can't get rid of nuclear weapons, because of nuclear weapons. The intransigence, it seems, is a function of the weapons themselves." - Martin Amis, Einstein's Monsters


"Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds." - J. Robert Oppenheimer

"Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants. We know more about war than we know about peace, more about killing than we know about living. We have grasped the mystery of the atom and rejected the Sermon on the Mount.” - Omar Nelson Bradley

READ the Prologue to CHANGED IN THE NIGHT

            Yes, I recall every detail of that terrible, infamous day.

            Oh, how my blood boiled as the sweet taste of victory seeped into my mouth. On our sixth birthday, I dueled as Odette against my brother, my sword flashing gold and silver under the sun. Knowing I was the best, better and bigger than he, I lunged. And lunged again.

            My opponent lost his footing, slipped on wet grass sheltering rugged stones, and fell backwards. The sound of his skull cracking as he hit a protruding rock sucked oxygen from the air. I couldn't breathe. I felt Oliver's death before I saw it, and it was like an invisible heart breaking.

            Oliver and Odette parted forever. December 7, 1941.      

            I planned to step over my mortally wounded enemy—my own twin brother—that vanquished soul who had tormented me since birth, and climb the rock-strewn mountain to the top. I saw myself raising my sword to the sky and imagined my victorious look as I smiled at the gathering crowd.

            But the crowd that gathered that day was only Mom.

            She stopped scanning the sky for enemy planes to catch me in her vise-like grip; she shook me so hard my brain rattled. She screamed until cords in her neck stood out; she pummeled me with her fists, over and over, sobbing and sobbing, "Allana, what did you do? What on earth did you do? Oh my God, Allana Odette, what did you do?”

            God had no answer and neither did I . . . and yes, oh yes, I relished that exact moment of victory . . . the ultimate conquest over my brother, John Oliver Blair.

            Dad came running with men from the church.

            People listening to radio broadcasts about the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor already had their teeth clenched for war.

            Boys playing kickball beyond the empty park plunge stopped their game and came running; girls in pale Sunday dresses gathered in shrill chorus.

            All of them, hordes and hordes, swarmed to bear witness to the unspeakable horror—a more personal and singular death—that had befallen Oak Street Park and the Blair family.

            "Oh, dear God, Allana, what did you do, what on Earth did you do?" These words echoed all around.

            With my breath held in check, I drifted somewhere else—far, far away—a place where I really amounted to something, and the very fact I existed made a big difference in the whole scheme of things, and even though I was only a girl with a play sword, I was the hero, after all.