After the October interrogation, the family joined Pierson and Jacobsen in the Mexican restaurant. The micro -inch of the boom from the documentary team hovered over the head of Pierson. Jacobsen pulled out a suitcase from under the table, and Pierson distributed Glass Awards from the Foundation, honoring families’ leadership in the field of aviation safety. Pierson improvised speech for each of them.
Chris Moore thought, well, it was unexpected. “You don’t think, oh, I can’t wait to get a prize.” But at this moment a terrible five -year battle, which he never wanted, “shaking his fist on the clouds”, as he put it, the token for the efforts of the Zoom group was pleasant. Moore knows that all this search for facts and seeking responsibility also serves a different purpose: aid protect him from free regret.
Pierson is still fighting his own sadness, a completely different kind. Could he do more to prevent a failure? “I don’t think I’m …” releasing a long exhaust. “I will always stop feeling this way.”
Listening, I thought about something that Doug Pasternak, the main investigator of Max’s report, told me about his conversations with Pierson. “He was devastated. He felt that “guilt” may not be a word but responsibility. He only regrets that you could do something that prevented these terrifying accidents. “
Pierson could prevent a failure, although no one I talked to who he could do more. But he could become a Hellbent guy, not let the next maximum fall from heaven. He could tilt any report to develop possible explanations in the annex for RV annex. He could be a burned guy who pushes the authorities to look-not really, Look– After every last Boeing rock. If the corporate and regulatory culture of YES -Men and -women led to the death of 346 people, Pierson will be elated to be a Nope man, without any doubt.
Fresh documents, with all the promise to bring the disputed electrical theory of Pierson, eventually raised less than he expected. NTSB told Pierson that he would not have passed Max Crash’s investigators – the matters ended, the management board said – but he can do it himself.
Boeing is swaying into the abyss, before civil and criminal courts, in FAA, in Congress, waiting for the last report from the door trolley from NTSB. Observers say that 2025 will be a key year of Boeing: the company either turns under the up-to-date director general or will succumb to the extermination loop. The ring swears that he is still talking.
“For me it was always about not allowing them to close me,” he says. Recently, the foundation received the first donations and now has a payroll. They begin to monitor other aircraft models and talk to the university about the analysis of data in the industry-“being pain equal to the butt resistance,” says Pierson. Guy Boeing certainly hoped that he would leave, instead he institutionalized to stop.
When Pierson said goodbye to me in DC, his parting was: “Don’t fly maximally.” I couldn’t force myself to tell him. This is what I was reserved about, 19:41 from Dulles to San Francisco. It was the one that I could catch after the explorer on the capitol and still enter my house that night. The commercial flight was finally about the convenience that fell in the country to Tuesday’s work. At the moment, the history of aviation we passengers should be able to choose a flight on time.
Passing in the air that evening in the 10C seat, I read the maximum investigation of the US House Committee, disruption of illusions. Like many leaflets, I took the opportunity with risk a long time ago. I comforted statistics, called faith in engineers and assembly workers, pilots, and system. I removed my knowledge – paralyzing if you let it in – that hitting the plane is an extraordinary act of trust. Deep in the report I achieved a role about the older manager at the Boeing factory in Renton, a guy named Ed Pierson, who apparently knew what we all know, when we serene down, thinking, thinking They would not let him fly if he were not unthreatening. We all rely on someone to be “they”.
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