Washington, DC and Abilene, Texas
Even though Kamala and Tedra each had the “acting” in front of her title, they had still been administered the oath of office and sworn to uphold the Constitution. Kamala still was considered Commander in Chief. Tedra Cobb, as VP, could still break a tie in the Senate, which was not likely to happen right now because all the Senators had been sent home and Senators from blue states filled most of the seats.
The Army and the National Guard were chasing down self-styled militias and men in positions of power over minority areas, men who had been terrorizing minority communities, burning crosses, enforcing prohibitions on minority births, and keeping the womenfolk in line. They tried not to exchange gunfire with these ersatz soldiers. They would make sure they outnumbered them; they would surround them, fire a few shots to let everyone know they were serious and then arrest everyone that opposed them. They would be tried, found guilty of domestic terrorism, and sent by train out to the wild animal corridor camps.
Their camp experience was first of all designed to give them ways to work out their anger issues on plenty of punching bags and exhausting exercise sessions, group rants and talks, and even boxing if someone was so inclined. Plenty of good food was served in the camps and movies showed the effects that the ways humans lived on this planet had on wild animal populations.
Every attempt was made to replace a counter-productive mindset with a productive one. Many of these folks were hunters and already had a certain affection for animals. It was an age-old human endeavor to hunt animals for food and even though these people did not need to hunt animals to eat, it is entirely possible that it is still in our DNA to do so. Giving them a crash course in the extinction of species and then projecting into the future to show everyone what a wildlife corridor could do for the United States, the environment, and the planet would, it was hoped, offer a new outlet for people who had fueled their lives with racial hate. As an added incentive, they would be well paid.
Justin Henry Harkney had been hiding in Texas barns and the houses of the faithful enforcers for Trump in the CSA. He was full of anger and hate. He had a membership in the new KKK and he had burned a fair number of crosses. Burning was usually followed up with turfing people out of their homes, and even with incarceration, often for no apparent reason. He was in his forties and fit. His troop had done plenty of training exercises. He was tired of being on the run and since he was alone he was starting to feel that it might be safe to just step in somewhere and start living in one place, perhaps find another group to throw in with.
But his luck ran out outside Abilene. A rancher saw him when he ducked into the barn. Next thing he knew Justin was being held at gun point and told to face the wall and lean out with his arms above his head.
“Now then, who might you be,” asked the rancher.
Justin said nothing until the gun poked him in his back between his shoulder blades. He didn’t have a lie ready.
“Justin Harkney, Kentucky Militia,” he said boldly.
“You’re CSA militia,” said his captor. “Well, this is your lucky day. John Carpenter, Texas militia. Turn around Harkney. Glad to make your acquaintance.”
Harkney had been running for a while and his narrow escape from arrest or death made him realize how tired he was. He sat down on a nearby hay bale and put his head in his hands.
“Come in the house,” Carpenter said, let’s get you a drink, a meal, and a bed. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
After a good night’s sleep Justin and John sat down to a homecooked breakfast John’s wife had made. The table was full of John’s family, a big white family, just as a CSA family ought to be. After breakfast they stayed at the table with their coffee refreshed while the others went off to their chores or to school.
Justin said, “Trump is gone and no one knows where he is. They got two women running the government and they say that the CSA is done and we are now the USA. If we could find out where President Trump is we could rescue him and make liars out of those two women. They say there are no prison states anymore and they will no longer tolerate the separation of races or racial abuse. So, the Kentucky 3 Percenters decided to head on over to Washington and start a little trouble. But the National Guard was waiting for us at the border. They captured everyone but me so I just went running and then I kept going and spending nights where I could and eating whatever I could steal and I ended up in your barn. To find an ally by accident like this is pretty amazing.”
“Take a shower Justin and I laid out some clean clothes that should fit you and then I’ll take you to meet the others. We’re Oath Keepers but we are all brothers.” John left to feed the horses.
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