|February 8th the us military invaded Kingsville, Texas. for practice.
black helicopters swooped down, troops disembarked & blew up the local
policestation. there was gunfire. people were terrified. 911 was hopelessly
jammed. it was a practice maneuver.
the scenario the military imagined was that it was y2k, and the government
had declared martial law. a few zealous gun nuts refused to waive their
2nd amendment rights and barricaded themselves in the police station.
the troops come in and burn them to the ground.
It is illegal to use military troops as domestic police,
according to the Posse Comitatus Act of 1878.
and, rehearsing this imagined scenario, they invaded a real small town,
with real citizens, using real weapons, breaking real windows, burning
the real police station with real fire. with the consent of a handful
of high-level city officials, who lied when questioned afterward, and
who did not breathe a word of warning to the populus that their peaceful
town was going to be the stage for a pretend invasion of the most powerful
military in the world, which is allowed to invade any country except
razor shouting flashing gunfire bayonette rapidly flashing like a badge
in the night. a sleepy moonless night, a night of insonia terror gunfire
black helicopters violation of civil rights invasion by their own country,
uniquely well-positioned to attack. ordinary people who spent their
lives building the town were betrayed by the mayor and the chief of
police, and the streets where their children played were for a night
full of the sounds of automatic weaponry, aimed at nothing. the black
helicopters the whir of the rotor slicing their hearts like meat. having
lived there, and grown lawns and gardens and paid mortgages and taxes
and voted and paid attention and cared and (not San Antonio whose mayor
refused to host the exercise) could easily have been killed by a stray
bullet, a stray bullet, a bullet that, fired at an invisible nonexistent
enemy, a theorectical armed citized, passed through the enemy that wasn't
there and hit something else, blown it to the ground, turned cement
to gravel, buildings to spent bent matchsticks, destroying people's
confidence and hope and security for a night of whooping fun exercises
in the dark of a town none of them would visit.
don't worry about y2k, worry about the military. don't worry about
y2k, or the military will have an excuse to prevent civil unrest. don't
worry about y2k. i've got a bag or two of beans, come on over, the place
will be unlocked. don't worry about y2k, we'll finish my beer and enjoy
the calm. don't worry about citizens rioting in the streets, worry about
the police rioting in the street. worry about national security, and
worry about whose security.
listen for the sound of them. we all need to stand against them together,
to remind them that they are us, that they are of the same citizenship
as us, that we went to high school with them and now they are cops.
we need to take back the country peacefully. when the computers crash,
we need to take back the peace.