Harry S. Truman: The “Shoulda/Coulda” Disclosure President
Hollywood P.O.V. By Dan Harary
December 2025
I have this great idea for a movie. Here’s the plot:
President Harry S. Truman, sitting inside the White House, gets a phone call on July 7, 1947, from Colonel William Blanchard, Commanding Officer of the 509th Bomber Wing, as well as the Commanding Officer of the Roswell Army Air Force Base, located at Roswell, New Mexico.
The call goes like this:
Blanchard: “Mr. President, is that you?”
Truman: “Yes, Colonel. What’s so urgent? I was eating my dinner…”
Blanchard: “Sir, ah, uhm, I don’t know how to tell you this, but a flying saucer from outer space has landed near our base here in Roswell. We initially recovered an entire sheep field filled with metal debris, and were then alerted to a second site, where we located a mostly intact craft. And, also, ah, uhm…
Truman: “Yes? Go on!”
Blanchard: “Sir, we’ve also captured a living, breathing Alien. And we recovered the corpses of four dead ones.”
Truman: SILENCE
Blanchard: “Sir? Are you still there?”
Truman: “Son, are you shitting me?”
Blanchard: “No, sir. UFOs are real! Aliens are real! We have both, right here. What would you like us to do with them, Mr. President?”
Truman: (Long Pause) “Don’t do ANYTHING until I get there in person, do you understand?! Do NOT tell a soul, keep it top secret. I’m on the next plane. I’ll see you first thing tomorrow morning.”
Then, in my fantasy film, Truman arrives the next morning at Roswell Air Force Base, and is shown the recovered flying disk, the massive amount of metal debris in boxes, four dead alien bodies inside caskets built for children, and a live Alien.
Blanchard: “We call him EB, sir.”
Truman and EB stare intently at each other.
Truman: “EB, what on Earth am I supposed to do with you?”
At this, the alien slants his head like the RCA Victor dog and stares directly into Truman’s eyes. EB is relaying telepathic information to the leader of the free world.
Two minutes later:
Blanchard: “Mister President, are you alright?”
Truman: “He just sent movies into my head! Graphic details about his home planet, and how his spacecraft works. He showed me scenes of the civilization on his home planet.”
Truman sits down for a moment to catch his breath.
Truman: “Send me your Public Information Officer, immediately!”
A short minute later, Walter Haut, the PIO for the Roswell Base, appears – he’s out of breath.
Haut: “Mister President?! How can I help you, sir?”
Truman: “How fast can you set up for me, here, a press conference with your local area radio stations and newspapers?”
Haut: “Well, I think I could make that happen for you, sir, by, say 2 pm this afternoon?”
Truman: “Do it. Get them here. Tell them I’ll be giving a live speech. And tell them to bring along a stringer with the Associated Press as well.”
Haut: “Yes, sir!”
Cut to: That afternoon, a dozen members of the Roswell area media are ushered onto the Roswell Army Base. They see a large dark green tarp is clearly covering up something fairly large - and oddly shaped – that sits atop an enormous truck on the grounds.
Truman steps up onto a small platform and appears before a large microphone.
Truman: “Ladies and Gentlemen of America, this is President Truman, speaking to you live from the Roswell Army Air Force Base in Roswell, New Mexico. During the past 24 hours, I’ve had to think very long and hard about sharing what I’m about to share with you - and with the rest of the world, today. To be honest, I would have greatly preferred never to tell anyone this information, ever, given that we’re today only two years out from the worst war in global history, and still recovering from that nightmare. But I believe, in my heart, that revealing to you all the remarkable situation that has just occurred here in New Mexico is simply something I was chosen by fate, or history, to do.”
Truman takes a breath.
Truman: “My fellow Americans, earlier this week, a Flying Saucer from another World crashed into the Earth in two sections – shattered metallic debris covered dozens of acres of land at a sheep ranch, while a nearly intact spacecraft itself was recovered separately about 75 miles away. And not only that…”
Truman takes another breath.
Truman: “We have recovered an Alien – a living, breathing, real-life Extraterrestrial Being, who was aboard the downed craft. He was the only survivor – four of his fellow Alien airmen perished in the crash.”
Stunned looks on the faces of every Media Member.
Truman: “So what I’m saying here, today, July 9, 1947, to everyone in the world, is that: ALIENS ARE REAL. FLYING SAUCERS ARE REAL. UFOS ARE REAL. Life exists on other planets in the solar system. WE ARE NOT ALONE!”
Truman nods to the Soldiers who are standing adjacent to the large tarp.
Truman: “Please remove the tarp now, men.”
They do. Revealed for all to see is a Classic Flying Saucer with one side clearly missing and damaged.
Truman: “Ok, now bring him out, please.”
A Trio of Soldiers are escorting “Something Walking” – clearly some “living thing” that is covered by a large cape. The four approach the Podium where the President stands.
Truman: “Ok, men, take that thing off.”
The Soldiers remove the hooded garment that had been shielding EB from sight.
Truman: “Ladies and Gentlemen, Meet EB!”
Gasps all around.
Truman: “Any questions?”
Pandemonium.
OK, so while NONE of the above happened with Truman, IT SHOULD HAVE!
He had every chance in the world to become the DISCLOSURE PRESIDENT in 1947! He could have negated the 80-year-strong TRUTH EMBARGO – the abomination that was born just then, instead.
Truman could have shared with Humanity the fact that Life Exists Beyond the Earth – the most profound and historic knowledge that mankind could ever have received.
Truman coulda done this – he shoulda done this – if only he woulda done this!
What happened instead? Deceit. Lies. Obfuscation. Misdirection. A reign of threats, violence, terror, criticisms, and public shaming of experiencers who feared for their lives by coming forward with their true stories.
This continues to this day: David Grusch and Lu Elizondo have had their lives and their families’ lives, threatened with harm.
The Majestic Twelve. The group of men who had Secretary of Defense James V. Forrestal pushed out of a 16th story high hospital window from, simply for wanting to share the truth with the world.
A systemic, thoroughly and utterly impenetrable fortress of disinformation that those of us who’ve long been seeking Capital “D” Disclosure continue to butt our heads up against every single day.
At present, there are many I know who truly believe that the current, orange resident of the White House is destined to become “The Disclosure President.”
I don’t see it. Why would he do it? What gain would he have to do so? What gain would Putin, or King Charles, or Netanyahu, or even The Pope have to go on live TV and tell the world that Aliens Exist? I see zero gain.
Disclosure is a lovely dream. And, since the NY Times story came out in 2017, we’ve never been closer. But we’re still not there yet.
We may never get there.
And it’s all Harry’s fault!
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Dan Harary is the Chairman of The Hollywood Disclosure Alliance
and Author of the Sci-Fi Novel AFTER THEY CAME
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