One night, Arthur found himself in a basement office with G. Gordon Liddy. Liddy was holding a candle flame to his own palm, unblinking, while explaining the "logic" of the break-in.
Arthur was the one who saw Martha Mitchell, the "Mouth of the South," being wrestled to the floor by security guards while she tried to call a reporter. To the world, she was a "disturbed woman." To Arthur, she was the only person in the room telling the truth.
Arthur walked out of the Justice Department that morning, leaving his briefcase on the steps. He didn't need to carry the bags anymore. The truth didn't need a subtitle; it just needed someone brave enough to say it out loud.
"It’s not a crime if the King does it, Arthur," Liddy whispered, the subtitles of his mind clearly reading: I am losing my grip on reality.
As the Watergate break-in hit the news, Arthur watched the machinery of gaslighting go into overdrive. He saw memos being fed into the shredder at 2:00 AM, the paper turning into white confetti—the ghosts of secrets. He was told he hadn't seen the guards at the Pierre Hotel. He was told Martha was "indisposed."
One night, Arthur found himself in a basement office with G. Gordon Liddy. Liddy was holding a candle flame to his own palm, unblinking, while explaining the "logic" of the break-in.
Arthur was the one who saw Martha Mitchell, the "Mouth of the South," being wrestled to the floor by security guards while she tried to call a reporter. To the world, she was a "disturbed woman." To Arthur, she was the only person in the room telling the truth.
Arthur walked out of the Justice Department that morning, leaving his briefcase on the steps. He didn't need to carry the bags anymore. The truth didn't need a subtitle; it just needed someone brave enough to say it out loud.
"It’s not a crime if the King does it, Arthur," Liddy whispered, the subtitles of his mind clearly reading: I am losing my grip on reality.
As the Watergate break-in hit the news, Arthur watched the machinery of gaslighting go into overdrive. He saw memos being fed into the shredder at 2:00 AM, the paper turning into white confetti—the ghosts of secrets. He was told he hadn't seen the guards at the Pierre Hotel. He was told Martha was "indisposed."
