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The Little Star That Could (part three)
In the weeks following the Cleveland uprising, investigators unearthed a battlefield scene straight out of the movies. Buildings damaged beyond repair, streets littered with debris of all kinds and the warehouse gore that turned many a stomach. The signs were everywhere of some cult activities, all denoting some star business, but to the world they would be seen plainly as terrorists. Whoever they really were was still unclear, yet the all call had been sounded for suspects and their only description was just any African American. How cliché.
Other abductions were simultaneously being responded to about 171 off duty officers that had been snatched away from their homes, during the blizzard, disappearing with their captors through tunnels in the snow. So much had taken place, and the feds were still running to get caught up on events. Apparently a chain email had circulated throughout the web with the locations of all the missing. Investigators were closing in on Sandford Malvo Mister's farm, having pinpointed him as the source of the leak.
They were met by an angry black man sitting on his porch, double barrel in hand, yelling to the bill collectors to get off his property. Identifying themselves as federal agents, Sandford told the now, damned to hell, bill collectors to clear out or he would pay hell with stubborn, mule head, bill collector bodies. Taking him for another typical senile black farmer, they spoke from a distance. Sandford said he lost his phone at the diner, where all the reporters were, when asked. Satisfied with that lead, they departed. When they had gone an Ourweh agent and two commandos stepped from the screen door and onto the porch. They thanked the farmer for the help and discussed further matters about helping the struggling black farms with manpower if they would allow them to make training camps on remote parts of their acreage. Agreeing to it and happy to be useful, they made a covenant.
The very next morning, fifty fighters dressed in humble and tattered clothing were waiting beside the farm house and off in the distance, more were on the way. A week was spent with Sandford sending them on to other troubled farms out in the countryside and even in other states. They were spreading out and going into another plan. The officials, looking in the other direction, combing the urban areas for just any African American they could find, were coming up short. The reported tens of thousands of rebels had vanished in the blizzard and were thought to be heading to other cities or towards Canada.
An iceberg had been made and set afloat in a calm viewing harbour of Lake Erie. On it were about 200 beautifully sculpted snowmen. People heard about it when the local morning news ran the piece of interest to show what some artistic enthusiasts had set out for public display. All day, anyone with the time went out and took photos or used the scenic float for a selfie backdrop. By afternoon however, the snow began to fall away, revealing the corpses that were stuffed inside the snowmen. Harbour patrol got out there immediately, and there was still a problem of people doing selfies with the half exposed, frozen bodies of the missing officers. Medical examinations showed that the blood had been completely drained from them. More cult evidence.
On the other side, in Canada, the pressure was still on for the UN to step in. It was equally retorted by counter pressure from America to keep foreign intervention out. On the American side, authorities were holding back any African American men (from teenagers to business executives) as suspected terrorists, allowing passage of black women and children only. It forced families apart, whilst others resilient enough to cross over in their ancestor's footsteps made the journey, going the long way around.
Those in the large urban areas of major cities, besides evading the manhunt, started to hear other chatter about the Ourweh movement that had brought Cleveland to shambles. While half of the warriors were dispersed throughout the country setting up bases at black farms, others were boldly reaching out to the black community to bring their message of resistance. The pictures from the news painted them as dangerous and many were afraid, yet they listened to the well spoken gentlemen who appeared to be no more than everyday business people. They were interested in recruiting for a large scale operation. Finding youths that were up to the task to join their army. They tracked down gangs, thugs and just about anyone they could, that would be ready to take the battle to the oppressor, and the response was overwhelming. The Spring training had begun.
In the Summer of 2015, America knew a new calm. Society was doing what it could to pull itself back together after the winter uproar. The government was doing their regular old line: 'We're sorry black people,' 'we apologise for slavery,' 'we appreciate the contributions of the African American community just as much as every other group,' 'we promise to stop the police killings of your innocent children' and so on. You know how they do. One thing was for sure, there were considerably less black youths on the streets, despite the numbers of families that were returning from Canada due to the government's promises for peace.
However, deep in the rural areas of America, another war was being waged. Whips were cracking, sweat was pouring, tempers were flaring, moulding hoodlums into a fighting force was progressing swiftly. The black farms across the country were, for the first time in almost a century, becoming profitable businesses. The warriors and trainees had worked the land all through Spring, with a determination usually unheard of for this kind of labour. They starved and lived on bare minimums for the duration and never stacked or complained. The work put them in tip top condition, many sleeping outdoors they were weather hardened and furious. A portion of their work went to their simple, mostly uncooked meals.
In training, they practised hand to hand combat, field manoeuvring, social skills and meditation. The disciplines brought them into their own light, while the Ourweh priests, prophets, warriors and agents initiated the newborns into the guiding light of Ourweh. Baptised with the oppressor's blood from the last of Cleveland's police, the stigmatised were now free from any complex issues imposed upon them from America's history. The black farmers were on the other hand grateful for what Ourweh had brought them and were obliged to let them carry on with whatever they were planning. Messengers ran through the country trails, travelling between bases and no electronic communications revealed anything to the authorities that were scouring the ghettos looking for the black terrorists.
The year finished without any disturbances from the black community and with the police forces being monitored closely by the government, careful not to stir up any unnecessary hostilities. The Cleveland police department and perhaps the entire city of Cleveland were undergoing the longest healing process. The demolition and restructuring work was done and reconstruction projects were underway. Civil life was returning carefully and residents were having to piece together their trust, so to try to make it work once more. Surprisingly, people were taking notice to look the part of a better situation than what was around them. It was hard to believe that every black man seen in public looked as if he were on his way to a job interview, church, a business meeting or some other rather important occasion. They mostly smiled contently and kept on with whatever their business was. The rest of the city took it to mean moving forward together and that it was a new page in America's history. People got about and looked and acted decently, holding their heads up in a show of solidarity, to not let terrorism detract them from how they wanted to live. And it appeared that the African American community was leading this remorse to ensure America that nothing like that would ever again occur. They denounced terrorism and displayed all the best courtesies that America had blessed them with. Other cities caught on, and it seemed like a long-time trend. Police had no idea who all of these upstanding, polite, well presented people were. And in the winter anniversaries of the horrific events, the country stood together to mourn the victims of terrorism with true patriotic zeal. Baseball and Apple pie.
The Spring Offensive had begun.
Ourweh had grown by the millions, now conducting their covert guerilla warfare towards a national campaign to rock the oppressive United States goliath to its foundation. Slavery.
Marches took place between nearby cities at first. Columns of well dressed blackmen, footing from city to city along the highways, thousands of them. They spoke to no one about their business, only pacing together in silence walking day and night. News and media were free to interpret this phenomenon as a wholistic health process that blacks were promoting for peace. Taking it back to their roots and starting fresh new lives. Using mind over matter to save transportation costs. Yes, the media came up with everything possible except the truth.
The marches got longer and soon there were columns of these fanatical walkers moving in every direction across America. The common sight of the men and now women too, moving in unison along the roadside was growing. Soon no one knew exactly how many of them were out there. It was impossible to say. When the president addressed the nation about what appeared to be a harmless form of protest, the veil had been lifted and suddenly suspicion was cast upon the silent troops that were now everywhere in America.
They were confronted on occasions and spoke nothing, only showing their identity cards when asked and moving on from the confounded patrols. There wasn't much anyone could do. They had supplies of their own food with them and seemed to always resupply from the rural farmers. And everyday more of them were slipping out of the cities and vanishing into thin air. Baffled authorities couldn't see any harm in letting them walk. They were free to do so and no laws were broken.
In mid-Spring, satellite pictures showed them like trails of ants moving by the major highways from shore to shore. Another thing they picked up was that they were likely just the surface distraction for a much larger op that had taken place without anyone noticing. What appeared to be new roads had been carved into the American landscape, all directing to the capital. Further analysis showed that they had been used by large machinery and whatever they had been transporting was already there. Investigators had weeks of work tracking the circuitous narrow roads and makeshift bridges, getting what clues they could about who had made them and what types of vehicles were travelling them.
Another month passed without incident and the walkers were still out there in number. Nothing seemed to connect them with the mysterious roads yet authorities tried to keep a closer watch on them, while searching for whatever had been moved on those roads. DC was silent, not knowing what to expect.
Satellites showed that the columns were now converging to the capital, sending up alarms everywhere to prepare for anything. The harmless looking multitudes of smiling, disciplined and well dressed African Americans were forming up in regimental order in and around the capital. They surrounded congress, the white house, the supreme court and the city itself. Silent still, they paused in a long meditative stance as if resting from the long marches. The days passed and more were arriving each moment. In their homes, black Americans were stunned to see the millions of their own kin out there. No one was too sure what brought on the monumental demonstration, only that they couldn't turn away from it. Five days had brought 5 million people to America's doorstep. The ultra orderly masses rotated in standing, resting, refreshing themselves and bringing up their supply chain. No words to the media, the press kept cameras up to no avail. They were there to be there, for now. It went on for a week, no provocations from anyone took place.
It took investigators (well, actually port workers) long enough to find the cargo containers and trucks that had been abandoned cleverly in shipping port areas. Their contents unknown.
The president went out to the white house lawn and on the air in an attempt to elicit the reason for the multitudes that had brought the nation's attention to this point. In the middle of his ''we're sorry for the treatment of... '' several rockets shot into the sky over DC heading straight for the clouds. The POTUS ducked behind the podium and everyone watched as they dissappeared from view. F16s were scrambled but nothing was out there except the trails of smoke that led to the stratosphere and beyond. The nation went on full alert and the defcon level was raised to its highest. Defence satellites in position were witness to the deployment of several small satellites that joined them in orbit over the capital.
The demonstrating millions never flinched or looked up to watch. Focused. The government was mobilising to secure the capital and send these people away. The formations also began moving. The masses of them took what looked like mobile phones from their pockets, put on earphones and started running in place. The thunderous sounds shook the capital from the millions of feet moving in tune, causing the foundations to tremble. The government forces immediately pulled back and started to reevaluate what they were facing.
Before they could do that, the millions of blacks took out the headphones and started listening to by the speakers on their handsets. It was funkjazz. The range of sounds sent multiple frequencies through the air causing the entire DC public to cover their ears. Then it suddenly stopped. Intelligence sources found the signal from the satellite was transmitting through their phones. They were honing in on it to listen, then voices singing chants were heard coming over the airwaves - O is for owe - U is for us - R is for reparations - Weh is of the star, Our chocolate chip salvation. The message repeated over and over and the voices of the crowds of people were overheard by anything else in the DC area.
The news ran wild with all the recent events sending the message to every screen and speaker in the country. It resonated with the black community and stirred many of them to find the Chocolate Chips application to download. The only black cyber currency ever created. It was an idea that was launched back before the Cleveland uprising, however never really got anywhere. Now it made perfect sense. The word went viral and in hours downloads were backed up in queues. Authorities monitoring the web, warned that it could be connected to terrorist activities and were summarily ignored. Chocolate Chips were in place for whatever was to come next. And to the African Americans all across the country, the time was at hand to make their move.
The leagues of blacks flooding to DC to get the closure they required from the country that broke every promise to them from the beginning, caused commotion on the highways and at the airports, train and bus terminals. The new roads built by the Ourweh army of engineers served an even greater purpose now, as authorities tried to clamp down on the hysteria. They were on their way.
The ranks standing their ground in the capital were now being hovered over by military helicopters and attack drones but they didn't budge or even pay attention to their oppressor's movements. They continued to rotate, charging their batteries now, in turn, holding their peace, awaiting the the next instructions from the Ourweh satellites above.
The president and the rest of the government knew what was on the way and it was never an issue that could be taken very seriously until now. Reparations for slavery would make such a dent in the national budget that it would risk keeping the country afloat. On the other hand, African Americans are by far the largest group of consumers and spenders in the country. Releasing those funds into the economy would only recycle slowly back into the government's pockets and with interest from the enterprises they would create in the process. For the moment they would try the smooth talks and apologies and appreciations. It had worked so far, hadn't it?
The government was being quietly indecisive. For if these were the rebel terrorists responsible for the Cleveland police slaughter, they wouldn't be able to do so out of good conscience. They wouldn't yield the honour that the ancestors of these people worked and suffered for to what they considered terrorists and public enemies. All through the night, they reviewed the findings of the field investigators who had spied on the farm camps, following the marchers through their spring routines. These weren't just hustlers trying for a quick dollar, the authorities were also afraid of what they would do if they tried to not settle the issue for another generation or two. It had worked so far, hadn't it? Besides they were interwoven into the fabric of American society. A lot of them could make it without, and those who couldn't, probably weren't deserving of such a windfall. The government turned it over and over until morning. The army that stood before them made the difference.
When the sun rose over the capital, millions more of African Americans were arriving to the astonishing scene. The brothers and sisters in the battalion formations were silent to them, only looking forward and grinning. Well, others decided to do the same and the numbers of orderly demonstrators swelled to nearly 15 million. The president spoke to the nation over breakfast, congratulating the African Americans on this most impressive show of determination. He was warming up to the ''we're so sorry for the four hundred years...'' when another vibration began to move through the air of the region. They were chanting in a low murmur, causing the entire city to feel the meditative low frequency the millions created together. All who witnessed that also saw the change in expression on the leaders face when he realised what they were going to do next. He asked for more time to consult congress and other leaders. And the chanting stopped. They had the government pinned down.
The demands were clear, and to make the threat of losing the capital go away there were only two solutions, military or finance. By noon, the financial option had won over. Only now the government would attempt to lowball their claims and try to discriminate between who could qualify for it. This was only met by a shrieking jazz saxophone emitted from the millions of handsets occupying the capital. After three pm, they were back with better terms that elicited no response. The number was too low.
The next morning, the president asked the army of people out there to give them a number to consider. Silence gripped the nation while they waited for the reply. The screens on the handsets started to light up with the numbers 9,999,999. Showing this to tv cameras, the message reached the president who presented the counter offer to pay every African American person 3 million dollars and 3 million more to their children for three generations. The day was May 16th , 2016. It was then that the formations quietly nodded in agreement and turned to go. The US government honored the Chocolate Chips cyber currency, creating payment kiosks and sensor systems in banks and anywhere things were bought and sold. Ourweh had made America relinquish its oppressive legacy with the black community and opened greater chapters in history of American innovation. The economy grew beyond what was initially thought and more millionaires were created, giving even further contributions to every interwoven thread in our flag.
TO BE CONTINUED.
You think they'll let us off the hook just like that? Hell no. The struggle continues as they figure out how to get all of that money back.
Stay tuned for more liquor stores, crack houses, booty shake clubs, casinos, car dealerships and swapmeets with genuine labels ;)
You know Ourweh Loves you better than that.
CX
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Posted By: Clint X
Thursday, February 5th 2015 at 12:55AM
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