How Area 51 memes enticed a generation to storm a military base

For some, the otherworldly event was a fun, revelatory coming together of alien-believers, but for others, writes Jessica Klein, it wreaked havoc on their small town

Wednesday 06 November 2019 21:11 GMT
Women dressed as aliens at a Storm Area 51 spinoff event called Alienstock on 20 September in Rachel, Nevada
Women dressed as aliens at a Storm Area 51 spinoff event called Alienstock on 20 September in Rachel, Nevada

When Bob Lazar, the original Area 51 “whistleblower”, emailed me late last month to tell me his thoughts on the Storm Area 51 meme, he wrote that he was “glad my information has reached so many people”.

The meme he was talking about grew out of a mock Facebook event called Storm Area 51, They Can’t Stop All of Us, which jokingly proposed that people ambush a military base in Nevada to find the aliens the government was supposedly hiding there.

The event spawned countless alien rescue memes, whose levity, Lazar thought, sent the wrong message. “The meme absolutely cheapens a serious matter,” he wrote. “I liken it to the Weather Service giving local residents a warning about a dangerous hurricane approaching, and the residents responding with a ‘Woo-hoo hurricane party!’ There are secrets in the Nevada desert, and it’s a crime to keep the truth from the public.”

Lazar, 60, is known for saying that he had reverse-engineered alien spacecraft at a classified military base in the Nevada desert. He first delivered this information during a 1989 interview with George Knapp, a reporter for Klas Las Vegas, under the pseudonym Dennis.

In late June, Lazar was on Joe Rogan’s podcast, and the interview inspired Matty Roberts, a 21-year-old petroleum engineering student, to create the mock Facebook event.

In addition to the memes, it spurred non-digital activity: three separate, ET-centric events in Nevada between 19 and 22 September: an EDM concert in downtown Las Vegas thrown by Roberts; a Burning Man-like event in the approximately 35-person town of Rachel hosted by the town’s only business, the Little A’le’Inn; and a gathering of UFO enthusiasts at the Alien Research Centre, a glorified gift shop in Hiko.

Since then, other Storm copycat events have emerged, from an unserious proposal to Storm Loch Ness to find the notorious cryptid, to the possibly real protest Storm BlizzCon 2019, They Can’t Censor Us All, targeting video game company Activision Blizzard’s censorship of a gamer who spoke in support of Hong Kong protesters.

The event that started it all

There was even a Halloween stoop devoted to the whole shebang in the Fort Greene neighbourhood of Brooklyn. It’s 2019, and no one can stop the spread of an internet joke gone too far.

After all, we’re living in the era of Pizzagate, a time when outrageous Twitter claims about a child enslavement ring involving Hillary Clinton inspired a man to fire a gun into an unsuspecting pizza parlour in Washington, DC.

Politicians and journalists repeat and retweet hoax news stories on the regular, like the one about Syrian refugees being relocated to Navajo reservations, repeated by Sean Hannity and Donald Trump.

Yet you can hardly blame people for taking digital jokes seriously, a practice codified in 2005, when someone with the username Nathan Poe posted to a Christian forum: “Without a winking smiley or other blatant display of humour, it is utterly impossible to parody a Creationist in such a way that someone won’t mistake for the genuine article.”

Poe’s Law has been made manifest in events from US political protests started on Russian computer screens to Fyre Festival, the infamous festival that never happened, “produced” by grifter Billy McFarland and rapper Ja Rule.

But if Fyre Festival was a spectacular failure that media outlets couldn’t cover until after it didn’t happen, Storm Area 51 was a disaster journalists could prepare for.

In living Twitter

On the evening of 20 September, about 14 hours after the scheduled 3am “storm” time Roberts had designated in his original Facebook post, law enforcement, reporters and YouTubers milled about the gates to the “top secret” Nevada military base.

The head of a UFO research centre walked past a Roomba meme creator, a pornographic film star and another meme come to life: two men wearing giant Pepe the frog heads.

It was as if Twitter had walked off the internet and started to breathe. Costumed attention seekers stood front and centre, chanting Storm Area 51’s mantra (“Clap them cheeks!”) while journalists looked on, ready to capture the moment and add commentary.

When a Facebook hoax about rescuing aliens from a fabled government facility thus comes to life, it imposes the absurdity of online culture onto real people and places, eroding the boundary between truth and fiction.

Laura Prater, 65, got arrested on 20 September for crossing this boundary. The only person to “storm Area 51” in earnest during the whole event, Prater ducked under the gate and continued on until she became a dot in the forbidden distance.

I watched this in a video captured by her husband, Charlie Prater, as he calmly headed to follow the cars that had driven his wife to the nearest jail. He would have to pay $1,000 (£780) to bail her out (better than her getting shot, which could have easily happened to someone breaching the gates on any other day).

Laura Prater plans to run for president as an independent in 2020 and saw Storm Area 51 as a perfect platform. “It’s about freedom of access and freedom of getting the information that the government has,” Charlie Prater says.

It’s about freedom of access and freedom of getting the information that the government has

Charlie Prater

Storm Area 51 also dissolved physical boundaries between those who otherwise communicate only online. Chris Tate, 37, a rancher visiting from Marfa, Texas, booked the single alien-themed room at the Sunset View Inn near Rachel for 20 September to “see what kind of people this idea resonated with”, he says.

Starting as a joke, the Storm Area 51 event transformed into a gathering for alien believers

When he arrived at sunrise, he immediately befriended a band of strangers, who had all mistakenly thought everyone there knew everyone else. “I’ve never been in an experience where everyone was like, ‘Why did you come?’” Tate says. “Everyone was almost seeking to explain their own narrative through other people.”

That’s what social platforms let us do. Online, we can (and must) filter ourselves through the lens of others if we want to get noticed. In September in Rachel, people could do this for real.

One millennial cult leader, Unicole Unicron, was forced to, having booked a room with internet access at the Little A’le’Inn for the cult’s first retreat, only to find the internet wasn’t working in the desert.

The internet means a lot to Unicole, who grew up with AOL chat rooms, instant messenger and LiveJournal. There, Unicole posted about being bullied by fellow high school cheerleaders and got kicked off the squad. “When the internet first happened in our houses, most people were pretending to be other people,” Unicole tells me through matte blue lipstick, sitting in Unit 4 of the Little A’le’Inn. “I was just myself.”

I’ve never been in an experience where everyone was like, ‘Why did you come?’

Chris Tate

Today, Unicole, who uses the pronoun they, identifies that self as a “star seed” inhabiting a human body. Their alien relatives, the Arcturians, are “glowing, blue beings”, both “very humble and very powerful”.

Unicole arrived at this belief after attempting suicide 10 years ago, they say. To want to stay alive, they decided to believe in things that made them happy, like aliens and unicorns – an ethos they’re now sharing with Unicult’s geographically disparate members, who pay $11 to join for a lifetime, gaining access to Unicole’s private live streams.

For Unicole, Storm Area 51 was a way for people to confront the fact that “reality is more flexible than we can begin to imagine”.

“Think about an augmented reality filter on your face that turns you into an alien, or an augmented reality filter that puts an alien dancing in your room,” they say. “That is preparing our minds to actually see these entities.”

Spooking the locals

The isolated town of Rachel, which residents once described as “a scatter of mobile homes spread out like buckshot across a Mars-like valley” and “a planet of its own”, is home to mostly retirees, according to locals.

Attendees listen to music during Alienstock on the ‘Extraterrestrial Highway’

Antelope sometimes come to relax on the driveway of Bob Clabaugh, a retired pilot, but otherwise, he doesn’t expect many visitors. Clabaugh, 76, only learned his planet was being invaded on 11 August, when he came across an unsettling message on the Alienstock website’s “About Us” page about Rachel. “We’re basically taking over the entire town and morphing into a festival!” it read. “The landowners are totally on board.”

The landowners weren’t on board; they were scared to learn their town was getting “taken over” thanks to something that had happened on the internet. Numerous media outlets spread the word that 10,000 to 30,000 people would descend on the town of roughly 35 full-time residents to storm a heavily protected military base.

“We could see another mass shooting here,” Joerg Arnu, a resident of Rachel, told me a week before the event. He spent $1,100 on lights, signs and fencing to guard his property.

Another retired pilot, Pat Jordan, spent $200 on signs and posts (physical ones). If any media reports predicted that the following week Rachel would grudgingly welcome just 3,000 peaceful weirdos, easily half of them press, then they were drowned out by the louder voices crying, “Emergency!”

The hype, more than the event itself, drained the town of resources. For the roughly 19 agencies summoned to address a possible 30,000-person influx, Rachel’s county of Lincoln now must pay $200,000 to $250,000 in taxes. “This is a poor county,” Jordan says. “We don’t have the money.”

As the media storm descended on Rachel on 20 September, I drank Alienstock-branded Bud Lights on Clabaugh’s blanket-covered couches while Jordan told stories of his flying days and joked with his friends. “This right here, this is the real Rachel,” Clabaugh said. He calls the visitors “the aliens that came to town”.

Residents wanted to blame Roberts (no longer welcome in Rachel) for starting the hype, and Connie West, the proprietor of Little A’le’Inn, for fuelling it. But they too suffered from the event.

Roberts had watched the Downtown Las Vegas Event Centre’s recap video of his Alienstock concert “probably 37 times” by the time we spoke on 25 September. His 15 minutes stretched into days, then weeks, now months.

Venues in Miami and Kansas City, Missouri, want him to host Alienstock parties, and he plans to take them up on it. But no good meme goes unpunished, and he and West are now trapped in what could be an endless legal battle.

She is suing Roberts and his associates, saying they cost her and the Little A’le’Inn upward of $15,000 by failing to provide what she claims were promised funds for the festival in Rachel (before they backed out and hosted Alienstock in Vegas instead).

Danny Philippou, of Australia, pretends to ‘Naruto run’ at a Nevada Test and Training Range entrance

Roberts’ business associate, Frank DiMaggio, texted me on 29 September saying that they are considering “pressing criminal charges” against Tim Harrison (West’s associate) and West “for extortion and intimidation”.

West, who had been hard to track down among the swirling dirt devils and tinfoil-heads circling her small inn during the festival, didn’t ask for any of this, either. She amateurishly welcomed the business, charging $1,000 for “media parking”.

But according to locals, West has been doing that for years in some way or another. She had turned her mother’s late husband’s neighbourhood bar, the Little A’le’Inn, into a tourist attraction, raising beer prices.

Of the festival, West says, “I didn’t have a choice,” riding around town in her cream-coloured VW Beetle during the event, the floor coated in plastic cups and bottles she had picked up off the ground. “It came to me.”

“It” was in other places too. A week before Roberts posted his fateful Facebook event, the small town of Spruce Pine, North Carolina, hosted its first Alien Conference and Expo. Attendees wore bright green bodysuits and bug-eyed glasses.

Roswell, New Mexico, home to a supposed UFO crash in 1947, hosts a yearly festival complete with an “alien pet contest”, and “this rubber alien has 1.5 million Insta followers and parties with Rihanna” (that’s the Vice headline).

Onward to BlizzCon

Lately, the idea of aliens has gone beyond kitsch obsession to hot topic. Cosmologists and astronomers win Nobel Prizes; the Hubble Space Telescope continues to reveal habitable, “Earth-size” planets; and The New York Times reports on shady government programmes investigating “aerospace threats”.

Believing in aliens – or at least the possibility of other life – is no longer taboo in many circles.

Maybe that’s because people want to believe. Ravaged by us, our planet is dying. While billionaires plan expensive journeys to Mars, the rest of us can only hope that the government is reverse engineering alien technology in the Nevada desert. It may be our only means of escape.

Jeremy Corbell, a documentarian who has chronicled Lazar and Area 51, wants Storm Area 51 to become a “global yearly event”, where people from all over the world come together to bring awareness to our “relationship to secrecy”.

Even Clabaugh tells me another event in Rachel next year is fine. “But I would hate to see it start morphing into Burning Man,” he says.

The idea of storming Area 51 didn’t originate with Roberts’ Facebook post. “I’ll bet there’s at least a half a dozen times over the years that groups have come to me with that proposal, ‘Let’s all get in RVs and storm across the line. They can’t stop us all,’” Knapp says. However, the Facebook event was the first to give it real life.

I’ll bet there’s at least a half a dozen times over the years that groups have come to me with that proposal, ‘Let’s all get in RVs and storm across the line. They can’t stop us all


Others have been arrested before, and even shot, when they got too close to the base. But in late September by those foreboding gates, instead of purporting to rescue aliens, people dressed up like them.

The easy moral here would be to tie people’s alienated, online selves to the physical versions they expressed jubilantly, in costume, with other seekers dancing at the edge of the unknown. As Twitter users watching the alien memes unfold, we are alienated. As attendees wearing alien-eye sunglasses, we are not alone.

Law enforcement monitor a gate to Area 51

But the media also wants to capture a disaster. Reports of what happened during Storm Area 51 made it sound like a bust. Barely anyone showed, and we were fools for sending camera crews about 50 miles from the nearest gas station to photograph some guy in a mask kicking up dust.

With reporters rapt but ultimately dismissive of the event, we all moved onto the next viral oddity – mostly. Others are still proposing “storms”, like that of video game company convention BlizzCon in Anaheim, California, to make a serious political statement in a perplexingly lighthearted way.

On the Storm BlizzCon Facebook page, the memes are proliferating. Many feature Winnie the Pooh, banned by Chinese censors after the character has been used to mock the country’s president, Xi Jinping.

The memes are funny, like those about rescuing aliens from Area 51, but a lot less fanciful, as they’re talking about an actual oppressive regime, not the possibility of ETs in the desert. So far, the event’s poster is calling for a “peaceful protest” of BlizzCon, encouraging attendees to “dress up as Pooh Bear and show the people of China this character again”.

It’s difficult to tell if the post is fully a joke or an off-colour way to take a stand. If a peaceful protest stems from it, will it “cheapen a serious matter”, as Lazar felt Storm Area 51 did for government secrecy?

LDG Station, the Facebook account that posted this event, is also a YouTube channel that has been active for about two years. Its information page reads, “We’re going to entertain you ... by any means necessary.”

Its most viewed video (watched almost 39,000 times) was posted on 20 September and features live footage from Storm Area 51 in Rachel, which people saw from all over the world.

Storming Area 51 brought the channel its highest traffic ever, so why not create similar content to keep people watching?

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