We’ve tolerated this outrage long enough
By Olaf Childress
When affirmative action fed judge Myron Thompson – because a political appointee ignorant of the constitutionally imposed silence upon his office regarding any establishment of religion or its free exercise, aware only of what the media and ZOG wanted – attacked the people of this state plus our resoundingly elected Chief Justice Roy Moore and whatever remains of states rights, we saw just how small a typically power-possessed man can be.
By mid-August 2003, rallies demanding that our monument not be messed with by any federal judge had started occurring daily in Montgomery, both on the Capitol steps and the Court’s plaza two blocks down Dexter, which street was occupied by thousands of protesters on August 16.
That was one week prior to the judge’s ultimatum for the Ten Commandments to be gone, after his three equally-misguided federal appeals court accomplices over at World City Hotlanta had concurred. On the ultimate day, a huge crowd came. League of the South President Dr. Michael Hill had his troops up on the Capitol steps, and FreeSouth.org President John Thomas Cripps brought others from Mississippi.
Wednesday at midnight the monument had to be gone: orders from the Mothership. Thursday, opening my eyes and rolling out of my sleeping bag on the grass, looking 200 feet across the Alabama Supreme Court plaza, there it was! Our big "COME AND TAKE IT" flag still in place!
I’ll go back to the previous afternoon, where a few Alabama citizens were gathering two blocks away up on Goat Hill. (A statewide poll had found 77% of this state’s voters demanding to keep Judge Moore and his monument in place.) They at first moved across the Capitol plaza and into the trees alongside Jefferson Davis’ statue to get out of the blistering sun. There, Dr. Hill and John Cripps shook hands agreeing to come out fighting the federal judiciary. The process would be difficult, but this was one federal judge’s Day of Judgment. Why did he deserve to be impeached? For not understanding the First Amendment: that he may consider "no law respecting an establishment of religion." The fool was exercising powers he did not legally have! Before emerging out onto the Capitol steps with some ninety patriots, Dr. Hill told me that playing up to the hostile media was a no-brainer, so the "COME AND TAKE IT" flag sent to us by Texan Pris Squires was an appropriate message among our heritage symbols, especially at the courthouse near the monument.
Reporters had swarmed the place, some of them maybe thinking this was a final, last gasp for states rights. The entire block on Dexter Avenue down in front of the courthouse was occupied by five big dish antenna vans. Smaller media vehicles even double-parked alongside. Media vans and telescoping antenna trucks surrounded most of the block’s other three sides as well: Alabama Public Television, NBC 13, TV8 and TV12 of Montgomery, TV6 and ABC 33/40 of Birmingham, TV 5 of Mobile, TV 19 and TV 48 of Huntsville, WTVM 9, CNN and WGKA of Atlanta, TRC of Jasper, Georgia and FoxTV of New York plus others. At one point the building manager, a pleasant man, had his patience tested by TV12’s delay in moving their telescope antenna truck from the basement parking garage apron so that the court’s Thursday caseload might continue even with the lobby and rotunda closed.
Once everybody up on the Capitol steps got word Wednesday that the occupation was underway, we rushed down to join those arriving from all over, this being right past the court’s 4 PM closing when 22 protesters, after sitting down with locked arms around the Ten Commandments monolith according to plan had refused to leave. The whole affair lasted some three hours. As we watched through those glass walls, the last three of them were arrested and hauled off to jail just before 7 PM, including one man and two women, even the wheelchair-confined lady who had become ill getting handcuffed.
During that afternoon, various speakers took turns at the microphones explaining to a worldwide audience that we hadn’t come here to be bluffed out of our monument, nor God’s law which it commemorates. The gathering varied in size between one and three hundred as participants strolled off to get a bite or find a restroom, always returning until late evening when those of us keeping the first night’s vigil started unrolling sleeping bags. Into the night the discussions continued. Alan Keyes, having delivered his one hour address under a hot afternoon sun, returned unannounced at 1:30 AM to join our chattering crowd of about 40, only some 20 having turned in for a few winks of sleep. I don’t know which station’s TV lamps got turned on then, but they were bright, and I can see now the whole thing was staged; Keyes immediately dominated the conversation, continuing from where he had left off in the afternoon, lambasting federal intrusion.
When I interrupted and someone tried to hush me with, "Let him continue," I stuck my finger into that person’s face replying, "I have as much right to speak here as he does!" After making my point, I bade Keyes continue, he probably appreciating the chance to catch his breath. Then came this queerly dressed "atheist" – shrieking, waving his arms, challenging Keyes and all of us to prove there is a God; if not, remove that monument which offended him. Similarly attired companions stood at his elbows, our "atheist" friend in all baggy black, his tee-shirt depicting Calvary and the words bounty hunter.
The only thing he scored here was his own further confusion, as Keyes and others attempted to console him with a little sense, myself reminding him that if he got pushed out of an airplane, on his way to earth he would remember he isn’t really an "atheist." Brent Frost, who arrived and departed with Keyes, asked why I’m not for Zionists and Israel, having apparently read The First Freedom and heard my afternoon diatribe against a few outsiders from Washington trying to take over our resistance – for whatever reasons.
I later learned that this Keyes-"atheist" debate had been seen on TV all over, shifting the "separation" fiction to a higher gear.
Surreal is all I could say about that day’s events. Opening my eyes occasionally to view figures moving silently about on the plaza while whispering in small groups under a waning moon, there was perfect weather here, whereas, within 100 miles all around, it rained torrents. This was the first night of a two-weeks’ siege.
Daybreak, and – Oh, say does that "COME AND TAKE IT" still waa-aave? Yep, sure did. But, on Thursday morning, the monument got suddenly screened off with Dilbert partitions, both fore and aft, no longer visible as usual through the two glass walls and doors out front and also separating the rotunda in back of which it rests. The daytime crowd began gathering. There were small group discussions, one lady explaining she’s instigating actions against several federal judges. She wears a Star of David. At 8:00 AM, again Reverend Pat, the Jewish-born Christian conducting his morning kneeling service, takes over. I apologize to him for the previous day’s bad-mouthing of too much crowd control by visiting professionals, and lament that more of our leaders weren’t on hand. One of the released protesters, wearing a Star of David, motions now to the security desk. An officer approaches the glass doors from inside the lobby and hears a plea for return of the man’s keys and "sackcloth in which to carry the ashes." He had failed to retrieve those items surrendered when passing through these guards to visit the monument just minutes prior to closing time the day before. Motioned to the side doors, out of which Roy Moore would emerge later in the day, his property was returned. At 9:30 the partitions were removed, then a dozen portable toilets put at curbside. Tom Parker announced Judge Moore would address us at 2:30 PM, and now we learned the federal court was threatening to enforce fines of several thousand dollars a day, escalating daily, against Alabama and Judge Moore. The Chief Justice came and assured us he would continue the fight.
Brave David! I wish him well opposing the Goliath these Jewnighted States have become. For much was taking place as I’d feared and predicted: instead of the League in charge, two Jews-turned-Christians had choreographed the whole party. They came with "permits," told the League to go fly its battle flags elsewhere or face arrest (we who weren’t bluffed kept our colors, and no problems). Those media actors having brought lyric sheets attempted to lead the crowd in singing The Battle Hymn of the Republic, until we cut them short with our objections. One Yankee facilitator, a witch of some kind seen directing much of the show, at one point threatened a curse upon anyone moving away from her voice within 30 minutes. They had rehearsed the media story line: here the showdown, a last stand for religion by a bunch of fanatics; two weekends that became a swinging, swaying "togetherness" of gospel "music" right out of the jungle.
And a year later, when we should have been there in force on the anniversary of that outrage… silence. Assured by just enough "news" coverage that the Ten Commandments monument was going on a grand tour of the states, one more time we bought it. I’m predicting that, until honest newspapers reappear across the land, our fortunes are also down the memory hole – i.e., God’s blessings: constitutional law and ethical religion. Goliath won the day, but a reckoning will surely come.
For some it already has, with Chief Justice Roy Moore’s former public relations man Tom Parker defeating the only one of those eight scalawag associate justices trying for reelection, the two others whose terms are up having wisely declined to run. Three down, six to go. They never learn.
We do not successfully crusade in foreign lands, teaching the world to sing in perfect harmony that which ourselves have yet to learn. Self-government begins at home. Let us put the monument back, and return valiant Roy Moore to where we, the people of Alabama, placed him, elected him overwhelmingly to do exactly as he has done.
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