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Bezig met laden... The Skies Belong to Usdoor Brendan I. Koerner
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![]() Meld je aan bij LibraryThing om erachter te komen of je dit boek goed zult vinden. Op dit moment geen Discussie gesprekken over dit boek. I'm certainly old enough to remember "the Golden Age of Hijacking", as described in Brendan Koerner's book "The Skies Belong to Us", but don't have any memory of the specific hijacking featured in this book. Koerner tell the story of Roger Holder, a black VietNam vet, and his girl friend Cathy Kerkow, and their hijackings of a Western Airlines flight in 1972. Perhaps the fact that I don't remember the incident is indicative of the frequency of airline hijackings back then. Hijackings in the late 60's and early 70's were practically a monthly occurrence, and most were little more than a brief inconvenience. A hijacker wanted a little money and to be flown to Cuba seemed to be the norm. It was an era before the security checks we know of today. No x-ray machines, no baggage inspections, no prohibition of liquids, etc. The book is interesting in that it describes a number of hijackings which took place at the time, and how reluctant the airlines were to take additional security measures to prevent them, for fear of bothering the passengers. That lack of security made it easy for Holder, angered over his removal from the service for a minor offense while off duty and having trouble adjusting to civilian life in San Diego, to concoct a plan to hijack a plane to leave the country. His girl friend Cathy Kerkow was only too happy to join him on this adventure, and the two of them made it to Algeria, and eventually lived the good life in Paris. The whole story of their hijacking, mingling with the rich and famous in Paris, and their "Bonny and Clyde" notoriety is a strange one. They are one of the few hijackers who seemed to get away with it too. The story itself was delightful; I had never heard of this glorious period of American history, when anti-war activists actually gave a shit. It is as entertaining and inspiring as it is informative. Unfortunately, the author is a bit of a bootlicker; while sympathetic to the hijackers' personal stories, I don't think he approves of their political actions. Additionally, he doesn't seem to think very highly of the mad; he uses words like "deranged" and seems to believe that being mad excludes the possibility of political motive, much like how the popular liberal discourse about gun control blames violence on madness rather than hatred. Thankfully, the author has the sense to mostly keep his opinions to himself and strive for the standard, mainstream sort-of-neutrality of modern journalism. And when it comes to the people the book focuses on — Holder, Kerkow, and a few others — he makes a real effort to understand their motives, and it comes across as sincere and accurate. The Skies Belong to Us: Love and Terror in the Golden Age of Hijacking by Brendan I. Koerner is a detailed history of a pair of hijackers as well as a history of hijacking in general. Koerner is a former columnist for The New York Times and Slate. His work has been printed in the New York Times Magazine, Harpers and many other publications. He is currently a contributing editor at Wire. This is his second book. I am just barely old enough to remember all the “Take this bus to Cuba” and other hijacking jokes of the 1970s. I do recall television comedies also picked up on the theme too. How ever funny it seemed at the time, it was a serious matter. Koerner lays out many facts that I have forgotten. Surprising to me was the number of veterans who hijacked planes for multiple reasons from demanding money to give to North Vietnamese orphanages to the purely delusional. Cuba was a popular destination to either give the hijacked plane as a gift to Castro, to study communism, or as one veteran insisted to kill Castro with his bare hands. The number of juveniles that hijacked planes is also surprising high. Although many methods of taking over the plane were clever, many hijackers had put very little thought into the their plan aside from taking it over. More than once, commuter planes were hijacked with orders to fly to Cuba or other international destinations. Another rather surprising bit of information is how opposed the airlines were to additional security. Airlines refused to increase security. They did not want to treat their passengers like criminals and more importantly they did the math and found it was cheaper to meet hijackers demands than buy into security. For a long time, hijackers never hurt passengers and the worst case was “being late for dinner.” Hijacking was an common inconvenience. Airlines learned the best thing to do was meet the demands and carry on. There are several instances where the airlines and pilots completely shut the FBI out for fear that confrontation would bring violence. I remember hearing how sky marshals brought safety to the skies. Koerner, however, shows the number of sky marshals compared to the number of flights made it very improbable that a sky marshal would actually be on a hijacked plane. To complicate the sky marshals job, airlines regularly bumped them off flights to open a seat for a paying customer. Eventually, everyone, including Castro, got fed up with hijackings. The Skies Belong to Us documents several different hijackings and the results from mandatory sentencing to public opinion. One hijacking is covered throughout the book. Alternating chapters of history and the hijacking of Western Airlines flight 701 from Los Angeles to Algiers – the longest hijacking in American history. Koerner gives the complete biography of the two involved in hijacking flight 701: William Roger Holder and Cathy Kerkow. Their story takes up the majority of the book. This inside look into their lives before, during, and after the hijacking ties the entire book together. It give personal insight into a successful hijacking. Their story is very compelling and very well worth reading. The general history of highjacking is a look back into an age that those under fifty will find hard to believe existed. The idea of post 9/11 TSA security would be a thing of dark science fiction fifty years ago. It was truly a different era. A younger reader today will not understand how these things were allowed to happen. Why didn't the government force airlines and passengers to agree to higher security? Perhaps there are some who are older wondering how we allowed the government the power it has today. That maybe the back story in this book. How we as a society changed our view on rights and security: what was unacceptable then and fully expected now. This is more than just an excellent history book. It is part of our culture, then and now.
On June 2, 1972, a few minutes before his flight from Los Angeles was scheduled to land in Seattle, a tall, skinny black man in an Army dress uniform walked up the aisle and handed the flight attendant an index card that said he was wired to bomb the plane. Like everything else about the man, his note seemed to veer between the meticulous and the insane. He had drawn a diagram of the bomb he said he was carrying in his briefcase; it was so credible the pilots concluded he had had training in explosives. But his note seemed the product of a manic mind: “Success through Death,” it read, and it said that he had accomplices in the cabin from the violent radical Weatherman group, and the not-violent radical group Students for a Democratic Society. The pilots decided to comply. They asked the man where he wanted to go. North Vietnam, he said. PrijzenOnderscheidingenErelijsten
In an America torn apart by the Vietnam War and the demise of Sixties idealism, airplane hijackings were astonishingly routine. Over a five-year period starting in 1968, the desperate and disillusioned seized commercial jets nearly once a week. Some hijackers wished to escape to foreign lands; others aimed to swap hostages for sacks of cash. The longest-distance hijacking in American history took place in 1972 when a shattered Army veteran and a mischievous party girl, Roger Holder and Cathy Kerkow, commandeered Western Airlines Flight 701 as a vague war protest. Through a combination of savvy and dumb luck, the couple managed to flee across an ocean with a half-million dollars in ransom, a feat that made them notorious around the globe. Journalist Brendan I. Koerner spent four years chronicling this madcap tale, which involves a cast of characters ranging from exiled Black Panthers to African despots to French movie stars.--From publisher description.
Documents the 1972 story behind the longest-distance hijacking in U.S. history, tracing the events of the hijacking against a backdrop of civil unrest and the skyjacking wave of the early 1970s. Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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Holder and Kerkow were a deeply odd couple, united mostly by their love of drugs. Holder used them to salve the psychic wounds of a life scarred by systemic racism and the Vietnam War, Cathy used them because they were fun. A one-time small-town Oregon good girl (she was track teammates with Jeff Prefontaine), she grew up to become a party girl in hippie San Francisco. Through much more luck than planning or skill (they were almost thwarted by their own idiocy), they managed to pull off stealing an airplane and get $500,000 hard currency to take with them. Although their original plan was to head to southeast Asia, when that got derailed, Holder chose to head to Algeria. From there, the couple headed to France, where Holder fell deeper into long-brewing mental illness and Kerkow propelled herself into the most exclusive social circles she could find. While the pair eventually split and Holder returned to the US, Kerkow is still living the life of an international fugitive from justice to this day.
Although I certainly recall life before the TSA, I don't recall life before any sort of airport security at all. Which is apparently how it used to be for a long time, even after all this constant hijacking nonsense! The airlines pitched a fit about even the most minor screening measures because they didn't want to inconvenience their customers! Which, coming from a time in which little girls are bounced from flights because they're wearing leggings and ticketed customers are dragged off flights and beaten, seems literally crazy. I mean, there are definitely things about that time that I 100% don't want to go back to, but given what we hear about the actual efficiency of TSA at actually finding any sort of dangerous material, it seems like maybe considering the idea of lighter security (like PreCheck, but for everyone!) should be on the list of things to do.
Koerner does a very solid job of balancing all of the elements in his book: the state of the country as a whole at the time, the prime hijacking era and highlighting some illustrative vignettes (including one set right here in Reno where the banks were already closed after the money demand was made so the casinos ponied up the cash), and the story of Roger and Cathy. No one story thread feels irritatingly dominant, and Koerner's treatment of hijacking never feels like cheap drama being played up for shock value. The frequency of hijacking in that era was shocking enough and he's assured enough to let it speak for itself. That he was able to interview Roger before his death definitely helps in creating portraits of the central hijacker and his long-ago girlfriend as actual people and not caricatures. It's a very readable, enjoyable look at a phenomenon that happened not actually that long ago that I'd had NO idea about. (