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A quote: “The world suffers a lot. Not because the violence of bad people. But because of the silence of the good people.” ― Napoleon
I’ll start with a story …
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“You’re doing this to piss off your parents, too, right?” I winked at Madison as we huddled in the cold awaiting instructions.
Dorm floormates, we joined the months of furtive planning around campus, coordinating on social media.
“Burn it!” demanded our professors ..
It was a surreal, exciting and, frankly, as kinky as fuck to abandon all rules and run the streets. I could hardly wait to go home and watch my parents’ faces as I told them.
Madison narrowed her eyes, flashing a hand signal. I never saw the guys until they grabbed me and starting dragging me away.
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Now, it’s your turn.
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Brian Brandt says: They had taken down private Miller back at the line. After that, I ran as far as I could when they broached the barricade, until I came up to the wall and had no way out. All I had were the eighteen rounds in my pistol, and there were about forty of them. I wasn’t going down without a fight. If I was going to die I was damn straight going to take eighteen of them with me. I drew my Glock and fired at the one I thought was the leader. He crumpled to the street.
When I looked out over my sights for the next target I was alone.
Sheila Garrett says: Suddenly the Mercedes halted, and a black man got out. He looked at the garden and back to the sign, then stalked over to the white woman working among the vegetables.
“What is the meaning of that?” he stabbed a finger at the sign.
“It’s German; it means…” she began.
“I know what it means, why is it here?”
For a moment she stared at him, then at the broken windows, closed businesses and pot-holed street of the Detroit ghetto. She pointed out the homeless slumped on the sidewalk; the women gathered on the street-corner.
“Where else should it be?”
Cameron says: The mob came, a cacophonous wait of outrage and vitriol. They were going to tear down everything they hated and woe unto any who opposed them. They got on the street and saw us standing there. Just normal people who didn’t want their town destroyed.
They surged forward only to realize too late that we weren’t going to cower. And we had weapons ready to go.
And then the few survivors wailed for the cops they hated to save them from their life choices. The cops shrugged and said no crime had been committed.
Our town was peaceful after that.
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