Billy overheard the prisoners talking about stuff.
It seems one guy had just survived a pre-dawn drug raid that morning,
but he figured he had a pretty good idea who informed on him.
“Got a question for you.” Billy mentioned. “Did the
informant smash your window and throw in the flash grenade?”
“No, the cops did, of course.”
“Did the informant break down your door?” Billy
asked.
“No, of course not. The cops did.” the prisoner
replied.
“Did the informant pull your children out of bed and
throw them against the wall?” Billy asked.
“No, the jerk that ratted on me wasn’t even there.”
“Did the informant threaten you at gunpoint? Did the
informant trash your apartment? Did the informant steal your cocaine?
Did the informant grab you, handcuff you, force you into a patrol car
against your will and deliver you to the government’s jail? No. The
cops did.”
“That’s their job, though!” he reasoned.
“Only because they chose to sign up. They chose to
sign up when they knew, or should have known, that they would be
instructed to grab innocent people, handcuff them, force them into
patrol cars against their will and deliver them to the government’s
jail.” Billy explained.
“Well,” another prisoner said, “if he was actually
selling cocaine, which I’m not saying he was, then how could he be
innocent? I mean, it’s against the law.”
“The law is clearly wrong. The government has no
right to restrict what kinds of drugs people can use.”
“Hey, dude, I don’t know what your trip is, but
cocaine can kill people.” another prisoner mentioned.
“Don’t like cocaine, don’t buy any. Some people want
cocaine. Live free or die. And what’s the difference, whether you die
of a cocaine overdose, or from alcohol poisoning because you drank too
much? Either way, you die of a drug overdose.”
“But alcohol is legal.” said the drug raid survivor.
“And the government had no right to make cocaine
illegal. Selling cocaine does not violate anybody’s rights.” Billy
declared.
“Ours is not to reason why. Ours is just to do or
die.” said one prisoner.
“Well, thank you for taking time out of your busy
schedule to recite that little nursery rhyme.” Billy said. The drug
raid survivor laughed.
“Well,” said the drug raid survivor, “what are the
chances I’ll be able to find those cops?”
“You get out on bail, you can find a cop anywhere.
That’s easy. Just remember, though, that you don’t want to kill any
private rent-a-cops.” Billy answered.
“What? You mean, like just go out and kill any old
cop?” he asked.
“Picture this.” Billy explained. “The Battle of
Bunker Hill, in the Town of Charlestown, Massachusetts, just north of
Boston, 17 June 1775. A lot of men from New Hampshire were there. The
British regulars are advancing up Breed’s Hill and a Patriot, a
survivor of the Battle of Concord, says, ‘Let me see if I can spot the
same exact Redcoat who wounded me eight weeks ago. See if I can spot
him from the crowd.’”
Everybody laughed. Billy explained, “Like, Earth to
you, an enemy officer is an enemy officer. What happens if you make
bail and then don’t show up in court? Every cop in the United States of
America is looking for you. It’s the fault of every cop in the United
States of America that you have to face the charges. And if every cop
in the United States of America is out to grab you, handcuff you, force
you into a car and drive off with you, then you are clearly justified
in killing every cop in the United States of America.”
“You’re justified in killing them when they’re only
trying to arrest you?” one man wondered.
“Well, I suppose you could try to scare them away
with a Boy Scout knife.” Billy suggested. Again, everybody laughed.
“Look, on 7 October 2003, two armed guys walked into
Senator Judd Gregg’s second house, in McLean, Virginia.” Billy
recounted. “They grabbed Mrs. Gregg, tied her up, forced her into a car
and drove off with her. They drove her to a bank and let her go inside
when she agreed to withdraw ransom money and bring it to them.
Obviously, if we could somehow put a gun in her hands, she’d be
justified in shooting them.”
“Yeah, but that’s way different.” One guy added.
Billy said, “It is different. You’re right. Cops
don’t usually tie up their hostages, they handcuff them. And cops don’t
usually drive their hostages to the bank to withdraew ransom money.
They let the hostages make one phone call and ask somebody to bring the
ransom money. But no matter what the law says, you’re still one
hundred percent justified defending somebody, including yourself. Look
at slavery. Slavery was wrong, but it was legal, in many States, and it
was not unconstitutional there. The law was wrong. Not, ‘We think the
law is wrong.’ but ‘The law is wrong.’”
“Well, we have this thing called democracy. And
there’s a way to get the law changed.” somebody shouted.
Billy answered, “Gang rape is democracy. Five say
‘yes,’ one says ‘no way!’ and the majority rules, electing one of
themselves ‘sheriff’ to grab and handcuff the victim, and force the
victim into the sheriff’s car, and drive the victim to where the will
of the majority is to be carried out. The victim had the right to vote,
but fat lot of good that is, when you’re vastly outnumbered by people
who don’t care about your rights. And the victim had the right to
campaign, too, but like ‘Please don’t vote wrong! Pretty please!’
They’d get off on it. But when voting and campaigning don’t work,
killing the sheriff might work. If the majority doesn’t want the
sheriff to die, they should have thought of that before they voted
wrong. And if the sheriff didn’t want to die, the sheriff never should
have agreed to pull a stunt like that. The point is, just because the
majority votes, does not give them the right to violate the rights of
everybody else. ”
A man entered the jail area. “Hey, everybody, I’m
with the Gideons. Our mission is to spread the word by distributing
Bibles. They’re free of charge. Would you like one?”
The guys accepted the free books. “Something to
read, anyway.” one of the men noted.
Copyright 2004 Tom Alciere
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