Over ten years ago I met a woman at Detroit Public Library. This was not an intentional meeting. I was researching for an undergraduate thesis that began to bridge a historical gap on Anti-Masonry, Catholicism and the American Baptist Movement. She, not knowing what I was doing, began talking to me hurredly about how some people watch for people in libraries and that there were religious concentration camps in the United States. My ears of course perked up, but got wary when she told me a pastor was having a meeting to talk about it tonight. Fear ran up my spine thinking that if I showed up, I would be put into the camp. Camps also known as cults. She stuck with me for two to three hours. I listened to her. She seemed desparate and I was hooked. Another cult recruitment technique I guess. Strange how I remember sound reverb outside the library as if it was all being recorded from multiple angles. Dad talked to me that night about how there are some people you don’t talk to. She fit several of the types he discussed. To bad he never warned me about older African American men who look harmless. This one had historical tips about Freemasonry, slave transports, and wheat pennies. Thinking about him, I looked something up a few weeks ago, and realized that my Grandfather loved me, very very much. And one day, I’ll find out what the profile of John Fitzgerald Kennedy on a coin really means. Now and then.
At uprkermittfrog.wordpress.com is a copy of a webpage I found today. It was posted on the web years ago, but made it into its archives. It proves what the woman was discussing was true and that it goes south of the Mason-Dixon Line as well. Funny thing is what could the U.S. government have turned the Japanese internment camps into? Walmart? Now I know where the Gitmo detainees are going. Connecting dots, the shadow program that Panetta is revealing to Congress must have links to these places. I hardly think it'll shut down, except to the general public eye.
I really wonder if that woman was trying to get me to shun my worldly ways and enter into a secure cult compound. Where would I have gone? To one of these sites? What about the people who attended these meeting and was it at the local public library? Where are these people at? In a cult compound like what Koresh did? [Everyone is leaving Detroit from what I hear–even busing kids out to go to school. Three high schools have shut down already; tons of elementary schools as well.]
I feel a little better about leaving a dime outside of a police officers email. I didn’t relaize it would pay its way through to the U.S. Congressional capital building. To be honest, I have been worried, with as many people being unemployed about what they will do to survive. Images from movies from the 1960’s kept popping up in my mind for the past year and a half. Picked up and bused out singing “Michael, row your boat ashore” ; trading the labor of their hands for food,shelter and water. I hope it never gets that bad to feel you have to farm out your own mind.
It takes a little time for it to sink in, unemployment that is. It also takes a bold move publicly to admit you are among the 5.4 million or so who are in the same situation. I got laughed at in my own mind thinking about explaning my statements over and over again. Yet, I always falter in that I have to write 25 pages of cited evidence, developed notes and perceptual facts before anyone believes what I have said in less than four or five words. I told him Harry Potter is real. I can hear you scoffing from the other end of the ethernet. Take it with a grain of salt, please. |
N.A. JonesPicking up where I left off. Archives
November 2019
Categories
All
|