- Fiction
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- A couple of weeks ago I flew out to Oregon. Didn't quite
feel assured about the safety of flying, but had to do it. I departed
from Reagan International Airport. I couldn't quite help darting my eyes
around nervously as I wondered if I was going to be pulled out of line
for a Q & A session and searched. An elderly woman of about 87 years
of age was two people ahead of me. Way back in my mind I heard the whispering
wish that I was her age, so I would be safe.
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- Kept staring at this woman as the wait in line approached
an hour's time. I marveled over the fact that only the elderly remain
unmolested and free from the suspicion that emanated from the soldiers,
but I would be proven wrong. I wanted to sneak ahead in line to stand
by her. Had the odd thought that maybe she would somehow defuse any chance
of me being pulled out of line for a search. Knew it wouldn't have been
a good idea since everyone appeared on edge over this long waiting period.
I would wager many were feeling as I did.
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- Then as I finally made it to the baggage search I saw
the woman screener eyeing the old woman. The look in those Turkish eyes
I will never forget. A mixture of determined blind obedience to the monstrosity
that spawned these idiotic measures and a misconstrued, corruptive air
of power. She called the elderly woman out of line who became confused
as to what she was supposed to do. It didn't take the screener more than
two requests for the woman to approach her before her temper showed. She
raised her hand and gave a signal to two soldiers standing nearby. They
immediately marched over to the infidel and requested, no, more like ordered
her to step out of line to be searched. Her pale eyes were widening with
panic. She kept asking what she had done and why was she being arrested,
but the soldiers would not answer her. She appeared to be a non-entity
in their eyes. I couldn't believe they didn't even have the courtesy to
tell her what was happening.
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- I started to step forward to explain to this grandmother
what they were doing, when I noticed the one soldier turned towards me
and raised his rifle up a little in my direction. Needless to say, I got
real quiet. The bigger soldier took hold of the woman's upper arm. Guess
she was too much to handle for the smaller soldier. I could see that his
fingers were clutching her arm tightly. She started screaming. Not out
of anger, but of pure fear. Then she started weeping and asking to call
her daughter. I, not willing enough to stand quietly by with my eyes cast
in another direction like most were doing, spoke up. Told the big fella
he was hurting her arm and that she didn't realize what they wanted her
to do.
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- It was a mistake. The next thing I knew I was grabbed
from behind by a group of three soldiers. They knocked me to the floor,
put my hands behind my back and cuffed me. Yanked me back up, hurting
both my chained wrists, and set me in a chair facing the huge line of
people. I knew what they were doing. Humiliating me, but more so using
me as an example to others who may dare protest how they did things. I
was a question that couldn't be heard. See what happens if you don't like
what we are doing? Couldn't help but to look at these people with a fair
measure of disgust and pity. Is this what we have become? A nation of
the silent majority who don't care as long as it isn't them?
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- They pulled the woman over to the screening apparatus
that can see through your clothing. She staring pleading with the soldiers
to not place her in there because she didn't want her nakedness shown
for all to see. One of the Nazi's, I mean soldiers, gruffly asked her
if she had something to hide. She had just told them what she wanted to
remain hidden from public view. A small Bible had fallen out of her purse.
The screener picked it up and without a second thought, tossed it into
the refuse container. I was about to holler out to the woman that they
had tossed her Bible, but I realized she was upset more than enough already.
I bit my tongue. It bled.
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- These two soldiers held her forcefully in the scanning
booth as the x-rays searched for the bomb, knife or gun she surely had
to be carrying. She wasn't crying loudly anymore. No, now she was just
quietly weeping and muttering incoherently to herself while she looked
around for someone to help her. To help her understand what was going
on. I had just watched an innocent human being's dignity totally destroyed.
Never do I want to see that again.
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- Something showed up on the x-ray. Anyone with an ounce
of intelligence could see it was her artificial hip, but the screener
saw something suspicious. Something dangerous and deadly. She told the
soldiers to take the woman to the intensive search room. Full body strip
search I heard her say. The woman seemed not to hear or maybe she couldn't
care. Like I stated previously, she had her dignity destroyed in those
short few minutes. Maybe more of her self was destroyed that day than
what was visible. Can't say because I never saw her again.
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- Me? I was interrogated four and a half hours, then released.
I wasn't allowed to board my flight. In fact, they told me I wasn't ever
allowed back into the airport or I would be charged with one of the new
felonies for speaking out against the government and criminal trespassing.
No news broadcast ever told about these new felony crime bills that passed
legislation, which were supposed to be protected rights for Americans.
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- Now, here I sit in my pick-up with a 1,000 lbs of high
explosives in the back. The detonator switch in my right hand. Sitting
at another road block that have sprung up all over the country. This one
being at my state's border, which you are not allowed to cross unless
you have a special government issued pass. All states are like this now,
since Marshal Law was declared. I have no pass.
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- Sitting four cars back I watch as they separate another
family. The father enraged, the mother crying hysterically and the children
screaming. Guess they didn't have a pass. The parents will be placed in
reeducation centers, which are nothing more than prisons. The children
will be handed over to the state. They always are. Three cars back now.
Just want to tell anyone who will read this, especially the children,
that America wasn't always this way. I know they don't teach this stuff
in school any longer, but you must believe me. At one time America was
a great and free country. You would have loved it! We were free to speak
our minds, free to travel, free from the implant and having everything
in our lives controlled. Men were truly men and women were full of laughter
and daring. Maybe one day you will be able to bring this back, but for
now, all of it seems forever lost. Good luck to you.
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- Two cars back now and my hands are shaking. In a moment
they will approach my car. I am grateful for laptops and wireless internet.
They are talking about restricting the internet to only those that have
clearance. Knew that was coming since they have already arrested those
who dared to speak out against the government, but for now I can get this
story out to the world. My only prayer is someone will listen.
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- Here they come! My turn in the roadblock. My turn at
striking back against all that is wrong. This is for you grandma.........BOOM!
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- This is a fictional account of what is happening and
what very well could happen in our future.
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- Sincerely,
Jack Miller
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