Re-education Camps After Bomb Attacks
Re-education camps; out of the question?
Shades of Grey Re-education
My eyes look up and all I see is grey: grey ceiling and walls, with only a small opening looking out through grey bars into a dingy grey corrider. I can't help but wonder, why I was picked in the first place, and how did our country come to this place of tyranny in such a short time? There is really no explanation or accountability for the newly established Echo cops; the environment, culture, and humanity officers, a division of Fema. I was probably grabbed for looking out of place or just for being out on the streets after some local curfew. Most of what were considered constitutional rights have been abandoned, to provide peace and security during the martial law put into place after the latest terror attacks.
These terror attacks were a well coordinated series of attacks in several U.S. cities, including New York, Miami, Los Angeles, Dallas, Chicago, San Francisco, New Orleans, Washington, D.C., and Omaha. Most of these cities had multiple suicide bombings and mass shootings, while New York city had nuclear suitcase bomb explode in Manhattan causing close to a million immediate casualties. The aftermath of radioactive fallout and subsequent injuries has yet to be determined. There are reports that an EMP bomb went off somewhere near Washington, D.C. causing power failures, loss of most unprotected electronics, transportation, and communication over most of the East coast. Early reports before the loss of media networks, have a half dozen terrorists groups claiming responsibility for various aspects of these attacks. So much for the war on terror being over, no one on the terrorists side got that memo of government propaganda assurrance of peace.
Suspicions abound now amid the swirl of rumors on the streets of a coup by various political groups, anarchists, and terrorist organizations. Truth and reality are lost in a cascade of chaos remeniscent of the "Twilight Zone," mostly there are unspoken questions eternally lacking answers. Don't dare to ask questions of any public official only to be viewed as a spy and sent to the camps where interrogation, torture, and death are surely in your future. This being the case, my only conversation with the Echo cops was a humble, "No sir," when asked if I was going to be any trouble. I answered no, but I sure feel as if uncontrollable trouble has brought me to this desolute and foreboding place that they refer to as a re-education camp. I try not to think about my situation or the hopeless moans and cries echoing through the halls of this God-forsaken place. I pray, "Please God, help me to get a few hours of much needed sleep, as these perilous times make that difficult most of the time.'
I vaguely remember hearing the guards throw another inmate into my cell, as he cried out loudly from the beating they gave him. I turned over to eye him briefly, yet suspiciously, until he squatted down in the corner sobbing profusely. Before rolling back over in hopes of a few more hours of sleep, I remember thinking the new guy posed no threat and he would probably cry himself to sleep shortly.
Deep sleep held me in it's grip and barely allowed my conscious mind to register the cries of, "Guards, guards, ya'll better come down here, this boy done hung himself!" I roll over and groggily look around, until my eyes focus on legs right in front of my face. This startles me awake instantly and I jump up out of my bunk only to realize that a skinny black man is hanging from a sock tied around his neck and high up on those grey bars. I quickly move forward to check his life, just as a guard runs up and cuts him loose to fall dead in my face. Cold, bluish dead lips spill drool on my face, blank lifeless eyes stare blindly at me from a face pale with death. As I lay him gently on the floor, I loosen the tight nylon sock that choked the life from him.
Echo guards rush into the cell, pushing me out of the way, and roughly drag him from the cell. I can't help but think that this probably won't be good for any of us, as if it helped him at all. None of us even knew his name, as he was only in our cell for a few hours in the middle of the night. The odd fellow on the top bunk across from me was rocking back and forth onimously mumbling something that I couldn't quite hear.
When I asked him to speak up, he says, " I've been awake for awhile, I just wanted to see if someone could succeed at it, since I couldn't."
"You've gotta be kidding me, you watched him kill himself and didn't do anything?" I call the guards back in, requesting they remove this fruitloop from my cell, not wanting to be around someone who would so gleefully watch another human being kill himself without trying to intervene. I understand being in a place of personal hopelessness to the point of suicide, but why discard all concern for those around you. Maybe I shouldn't have called the guards in for him, but one suicide was enough for me, hopefully it's not contagious. They can watch him and take appropriate measures, as I feel traumatized enough for one night. Now sleep evades me like someone with the plague, as I can't seem to close my eyes without seeing his pale black face falling into mine. I stare out into a midnight blackness that echos revelations of my empty and heavy heart.
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