by P A Duncan
“Jay! Well, I must say I’d almost given you up. What do you need?”
Not what he wanted; what he needed. Carroll swallowed the lump in his throat. “I, uh, I need a place to stay. Just for a while. I… I had some bad luck. I’ll work for room and board.”
“Don’t worry about that. Where are you now, brother?”
“I’m a few hours away, but I’m beat. May I come in the morning?”
“Tell me where you are. I’ll send someone for you.”
“Oh, that’s okay, sir. I already paid my fee for the night.”
“Do you know how to get here?”
“I have the card you gave me.”
“When you get to the state road listed on the card, turn onto it, go exactly ten miles, and you’ll see a gate on your left. Someone will be there to let you in. Give him your name and tell him you spoke with me.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.”
“No need to thank me, brother. Thank God for sending you to us. We’ll see you in the morning. Sleep well.”
Elijah hung up without saying goodbye, and Carroll went to finish his meal. Despite two cups of coffee, exhaustion threatened to drop him in his tracks. He went to his car, crawled inside, and locked the doors. The back seat felt like a feather bed after sleeping weeks on a floor.
The darkness in his head backed off enough to give him dreamless sleep.
13
History
Patriot City
Somewhere in the Ozarks
“Remember,” the old man said to the videographer, “you cannot show my face.”
“Of course, Father,” Elijah said to mollify him. He held up a hand to forestall the cameraman’s explanation. “We understand it’s important the Jew-infested government never see your face.”
“You are sure this is safe?”
“Absolutely, Father. Your identity will remain a secret. Now, the title of this video is ‘Inspiration.’ That’s what you are to me, to the movement.”
“Sehr gut. We begin now.”
Elijah scanned the “scene.” His father sitting in a beautiful, leather wingback chair, like a king on a throne, the flag of Patriot City his backdrop. The flag depicted a man crucified on a swastika, white on a blue background. Perfect. He nodded to the cameraman.
“And we’re rolling,” said the cameraman.
The old man cleared his throat and said, “In this place, my name is Lewis. Since I was born into an aristocratic Prussian family almost eighty years ago, I have gone by many names. That was necessity. The Jew-run governments around the world require I do this, but I have forgotten none of the names nor the places or circumstances where I used them. Now, so close to the time of redemption, they are unimportant. I have fought my entire life for my beliefs. Now, because of my age, I teach others to fight battles for the preservation of the white race, the master race.”
Lewis looked at Elijah. “I should talk about anything?”
“Yes, Father. Whatever comes to mind.”
“So far as I know, no picture of me exists. All my family is long dead. I have sired no children anywhere in the world. Of that I am most certain. I have never touched a woman in a carnal way, nor a man. Homosexuals are worse than Jews, worse than the Schwartzen. Women have their place, of course, as breeders of the master race of white, Christian men. I leave that to those whose seed is worthy to carry into the future. When I was young and full of lust, I still hesitated to marry, because then we did not have the DNA testing. I would never want to be inside a woman who had even a drop of Jew blood. Already there had been too much miscegenation for me to be certain of any woman’s racial purity, so I put aside the distraction of lust.
“These United States, with an overabundance of civil liberties, have seen the most successful of my endeavors. American women can be charmed more so than their European counterparts. A man with a pleasing face and kind words can turn their heads, convince them to bear his children, even when they are one of his many women. I have decided this is because of the Americans’ puritanical attitude toward sex. European women understand sex early, but by the time they reach prime breeding age, they are skeptics. They breed when they choose to. Mein Gott, when they choose!”
Lewis began to cough, and Elijah made a throat-cutting gesture to the cameraman. Elijah went to Lewis and poured some water for him. Lewis gulped, a rivulet of water escaping one side of a limp mouth, splashing on his shirt. Elijah soothed him, wiped his face, and dried his shirt.
“Don’t excite yourself, Father,” Elijah murmured. “Your message is important and needs wide dissemination. Take a deep breath and calm yourself.”
Lewis nodded, recovered. He waved Elijah away. Elijah returned to the cameraman’s side and nodded to him.
“It is unacceptable. The woman must do what the man says. When the man says, ‘Breed,’ they must breed. When the man says, ‘Do not breed,’ they must remain chaste. This is how we assure all breeding is pure. I claim responsibility for the American pro-life movement and the sway it holds over most politicians. A generous portion of the money I inherited and accumulated set up these pro-life groups. They understand the concept all life is for the white race. I want them to beat their drums. I want white women to do what God put them on earth to do. The only acceptable abortions are to control the number of the mud races. We must have some mud peoples, or there would be no one to serve the white man’s needs.
“Understand, despite my celibacy, I am no puritan. I want there to be the fucking. I want white men and white women to produce pure, white babies. However, it is better to masturbate than risk polluting yourself with a woman who is not pure Aryan. A man’s strength, his power, comes from his racial purity and his control over his body. Always. We must not forget this. Bitte, more water.”
The cameraman stopped without being cued while Elijah poured more water for Lewis.
“I am excited to speak of these issues,” Lewis said. “I am not speaking too fast, ja?”
“It’s perfect, Father,” Elijah said.
“I am ready to resume.”
Elijah again returned to stand by the cameraman.
“What shall I speak of now?” Lewis asked.
“Your service to your Fatherland?” Elijah replied.
The old man straightened in his chair, his heels almost clicking together. “I served my Führer, my first master, my only master, with all my heart and soul, with my body in battle. The Jews had one of my names on a list of war criminals, a distinction I carry with pride. They pursued me for two decades on several continents, but I gave them Adolf Eichmann in exchange for their indifference. To them, Eichmann was the big game. I was a humble foot soldier.”
“You’re too modest, Father,” said Elijah. “Perhaps in that war you were a foot soldier. Now, you are a general.”
“Nein, nein,” Lewis said, waving a hand. “Now, it is merely my role to guide, to mentor. My greatest, and final, mentoring is you, a young man who holds the highest promise for the white race since I last looked on my Führer’s face.”
“You honor me, Father, but I could never aspire to his greatness.”
“Shall I talk about how I found you, ja?”
“Of course. I have nothing to hide about how you brought me to my true path.”
“Unlike my real name, I never learned yours. Yahweh gave you your true names. Elijah. Prophet. I found you, homeless, preaching on a street corner in threadbare fatigues, begging for money to support your heroin habit. I tell you this now, on first glimpse of you, I was going to put you out of your misery that night, but your words came to my ears: ‘I ditched the Jew army as soon as I got back from Kuwait.’ I listened to you, and as I did I thought I heard my beloved Führer again. I gave you food, a place to sleep, beat the heroin and the desire for it out of you.”
“If I hadn’t given up that Jew poison, you would have been right to kill me. Better dead than a Jew tool. You taught me, refined and packaged my message so more could hear and understand.”
> “The most profound thing you said after you were clean was, ‘Hitler has been misunderstood by history because that’s written by the Jews.’ A simple, pure message. When I molded you into what you are today, I knew I had found the man to put my plans into action. I knew it might take years, even decades. I knew it would take legal and illegal means, but once again, Christian white men will rule this country. I have bought the politicians to legitimize the effort. My judges have been appointed to the Supreme Court and lower courts, all from a list compiled and added to for many years. My proxies have developed a long-range plan for the Republican Party to use. You, my protege, Elijah the Prophet, will command an army of patriots, freed from the yoke of diversity, affirmative action, and feminism.”
Lewis drank the remainder of his water and said, “I wish I could live to see the rebirth of the white race, the master race, but I have always known I will look down from heaven, from the right hand of my Führer, who sits at the right hand of my lord Yahweh. I will see the victory you will achieve in my name, a glorious victory. In the time left to me, I remain true to the cause that fuels the work of my every waking hour.”
“Cut!” Elijah cried. Beside him the cameraman jumped in surprise. “Father, that is pure inspiration. Copies will be for sale in a few days.”
“We are done?”
“For today, Father. I know you have more to say, but, as you taught, we can’t give it all at once.”
“So be it.”
“And it’s time for another meeting with our newest recruit.”
With difficulty and after waving off Elijah’s help, Lewis rose from his chair. “I will go to my office and observe.”
Lewis limped away, and the cameraman took the master tape from the camera. “I’ll work on an edit right away.”
“Don’t edit a word,” Elijah said.
“Sir?” The cameraman recoiled from Elijah’s glare. “No, sir, not a word. I’ll have a copy with music and credits ready for you tomorrow, sir.”
As he watched Elijah work his will on John Carroll, Lewis mulled over the words he’d spoken for the film. He would have a legacy after all. He had, as well, the satisfaction of knowing his words would foment revolution.
He closed his eyes and listened to Elijah’s cajoling voice at its evangelical best. This recruit was smarter than most, and he had a soldier’s skepticism. That was no problem, but he had to learn to put aside cynicism and follow orders.
All the elements Lewis’ plan needed were bound up in this young man, first pointed out to Lewis when he was still in the Army and confirmed by John Addams. Carroll’s disaffection with authority, his sense of betrayal by those he’d trusted, the desire to avenge the death of children, the lack of success with women, the abandonment by the mother, the emotional distance of the father, all baggage to be exploited.
The face of Lewis’ own father, the stern disciplinarian, had faded in Lewis’ memory, but he thanked the man daily for using the riding crop to make him the man he was now.
Elijah’s plan with Addams had worked to perfection. Carroll had come to them, fallen low, and had blurted out his sniveling story. Elijah had buoyed him, given him importance by putting him in charge of training a group of recruits, and paid him ten thousand dollars for his efforts. Carroll needed friendship and approval, he needed his ego played to, and Elijah provided that, too. Soon, Carroll would be theirs, heart and soul.
However, given the gist of this conversation, the conversion wasn’t complete. No worries. Sometimes you turned a man’s heart a bit at a time. John Carroll was no ignorant redneck and required extra attention.
This was one they could not lose.
“Look, I’ve listened to everything you’ve said the last couple of weeks,” John Carroll told Elijah. “I heard your pitch in Vegas, and I did think about it. A lot. I’m not into religion. I was raised Catholic and got enough of that as a kid. I’m not into the racial stuff either. It’s creepy.”
Elijah kept his voice low and soothing. “The journey to the truth is sometimes a long but rewarding one. Your heart will tell you what to do. My personal belief is God will touch your heart, but however you wish to express it, it’s the end game that matters. I know you understand.”
“What you want to do about the government, about Killeen, we’re in total agreement on that. I mean, you’re too good to be true. I’d almost given up trying to find someone who wants to do something about it.”
“I would say, then, God brought us together, friend. I know what needs to be done. I need someone I can trust to put it into action.”
His face drawn and serious, Carroll leaned toward Elijah. “It’s a matter of pride to me that people trust me. I was the only teenager on my block the neighbors trusted to keep their kids. My father trusted me to be home alone when he worked nights from the time I was twelve. You can trust me, but I understand I have to prove that to you.”
“I’ve only spoken to you of this in the vaguest of terms.”
“Maybe it’s time you told me what it is you want,” Carroll said.
Lewis watched Carroll’s face for a reaction, positive or negative, while Elijah explained the mission, phrasing it in military terms. Some details were established: when and how. Others were best left vague for now: the where, for example. There were, however, sufficient details to initiate the mission’s first stage.
Carroll had listened with his full attention, his expression, if anything, neutral, but he’d nodded often. They had reached a critical point with Carroll, but Lewis saw nothing, yet, that would warrant consigning Carroll to an unmarked grave on the property.
Lewis held his breath, anticipating Carroll’s response.
“I understand,” Carroll said.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. It’s perfect. It’s the only option now. I’m in. I’m all in.”
Lewis heard no hesitation and exhaled, tears welling and blurring his vision. Redemption was at hand.
“Are you up to it?” Elijah asked Carroll.
“Yes, sir, I am. You tell me what you need done, and I’ll get it done.”
Elijah smiled at him and said, “I’m glad to hear it, and you’re right; I have to be certain you can accept this responsibility, even if it results in blood in the streets. Others have disappointed me.”
“I won’t disappoint you,” Carroll replied, but his grin made Elijah frown. Carroll continued, “I have a friend who used to be IRA, who says the same thing about blood in the streets.”
“Sounds like someone we could use. Invite him here. He helps us with our revolution, we’ll help him with his.”
“Uh, no. I mean, she’s a woman, a woman I’m interested in. I’ve seen what goes on here. That’s your business and all, but I’m not interested in sharing. Understand?”
Elijah’s fists tightened, but his voice stayed calm.
“No woman comes to me unless by her choice, but I appreciate your concern. This isn’t a woman’s job anyway. They’ve been brainwashed to think a job, a separate identity will give them validation. Deep down, they long for the love of a faithful man who’ll take care of them and free them from a society which flouts God’s word, a man who will make them the most sacred being on earth, the mother of Aryan warriors. Women don’t have what it takes for revolution.”
“Oh, that’s not the issue with her. I think she’d be a helluva good fighter. I don’t want her involved because if something goes wrong, and we’re found out, she gets deported. If that happens, she ends up dead.”
Elijah smiled, but his narrowed eyes evinced his displeasure. “You’re a good man, Jay, to be concerned about her welfare. I hope she deserves you. You understand you can’t tell her about—”
“Please. I know how this works. She’s good to talk to, and one day soon I hope she fucks my brains out. She and I, however, won’t be discussing strategy and plans. I’ve seen the guys you’re training here, and I’m not that kind of dense you have to drum the importance of secrecy into me.”
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bsp; Elijah’s smile faded. “I took you in here, fed you, gave you work. I’m offering you an opportunity to do something you’ll be remembered a patriot for, and I’m not liking the tone of your voice.”
“Dude, chill. I’m sorry, but I don’t want this friend involved, not in what we’ve talked about and certainly not in your church. Let’s drop it and deal the important issue. What you want me to do, and when, where, and what I need to get it done.”
Elijah’s smile, thin as it was, returned. “I knew you had it in you, Jay. Cut through the bullshit. All right. For now, you need to identify a couple of other friends, men you can trust. It’ll help if you already know them because it takes time to build the level of trust we need. It helps if they have families. If they falter we can hold something over them. Do you have a problem with that?”
The pause was almost long enough to make Lewis think he and Elijah had been wrong about Carroll, but Carroll’s expression shifted. His eyes became flat, empty. When he spoke, his voice was sure and certain.
“Whatever it takes,” he said. “I have two Army buddies who’ll join me in this.”
“Excellent. You know from your time here, I have a network I can call on all over the country. From now on, it’s yours. Anything you need. A place to stay. Cash. People in that network can get it. You call me, tell me where you are, and I’ll put you onto someone who’ll help. You take the money and anything else from them, no questions asked.”
“Got it.”
“I can’t reiterate how important your role in this is, but I’m sure you know.”
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
“Your first assignment is to get your two friends on board. Any service we can provide them or you from now on, all you have to do is ask.”
“Thank you, sir. I’ll get on it right away. So, I’d better get on the road. Thanks for the work and the pay.”
“An investment in the country’s future. Stop by the motor pool and get gassed up. I’ll call the mechanic and have him check over your vehicle. Or you could take one of the new Wranglers.”