Solomon's Private File #437
1950's. Stephen wrote about his life in letters to a penpal, and then
in a secure blog, in case he lost his memory again, in the master
computer in his school for gifted students, which he started attending
in 2016 in a new incarnation, until his death. Now his son Solomon is
attending the same school, and is writing in his own secure blog for
his future incarnations.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Solomon is 35 in this story, in the Summer of 2061.
Solomon's Private File #437 "Child Of Terror"
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Tennessee. A candidate to the State Senate was being interviewed. I
said, "May I speak?" The host said, "Solomon! Yes, please." I said,
"Who was perhaps the greatest heavyweight boxer of all time?" Host
said, "Muhammad Ali! Oh!" I said to the guest, "He was a Muslim. He was
so much NOT a terrorist, he went to prison rather than fight in what he
believed was an unjust war. A great man of peace. In basketball,
remember Kareem Abdul Jabbar? Also a Muslim." He said, "But they
converted." I said, "Their children were born Muslim, and weren't
terrorists. By the way, Abdul Jabbar was descended from African
Muslims, brought to America to be slaves. And then there's the reverse.
Some Americans DID convert to Islam, who then became terrorists. And
some Americans, Christians, were terrorists in America. There are many
ways to define what a terrorist is, and that's been very overused. ALL
religions can be used to justify terrorism, and most have been. Any
nation can commit attacks of terrorism, and have, including America."
He said, "We did not!" I said, "What nation would ever admit that?
You're in a peaceful village in a mountainous region. You hear an
aircraft fly overhead, you experience so much fear, you soil yourself.
So does your father, who grabs you so tightly, you cry. He carries you,
running out of your house, and into a ditch nearby. Then there is a
loud explosion. So loud you can feel it lift you out of the ditch. Then
the world is silent. You know you're crying, but you can't hear it. You
can't hear anything, and that makes you even more afraid. If you could
have thought it, you would have thought that wasn't possible, but you
were only 5 years old. You just know that when you hear the sound of a
drone, you're going to die. Then you remember your mother was in the
house. You don't want to look, but you do, anyway. The house is gone.
There's just a big hole in the ground where it was. Then something
flutters to the ground near you. It's your mother's head scarf. She was
wearing it the last time you saw her. There is blood on it, and some of
her hair attached to a fragment of scalp. You close your eyes so
tightly, they hurt. Your inside world is full if fear and pain that
refuses to stop. You don't want to live, but you don't know how to die.
You know vaguely, that the devil from the sky comes from some evil
people called Americans, and it kills without warning, for no reason
anybody knows. All people fear this death from the sky. Terror is so
much a part of the land, that's all you know about how things should
be. Is it any wonder that you grow up to be one to want to cause it to
others, yourself?"
I had been showing what happened in camera visible images. Bloody
images. I said, "THIS is what terrorism is. You talk about terrorism.
YOU don't KNOW what REAL terrorism IS! Yes, America did this. You know
it. Who has more of a right to define terrorism, than those who have
experienced it all their lives? I can help you with this. Falsely
accuse a whole religion, a whole people, of being terrorists, well, the
old saying is right this time. Point your finger at someone, the other
fingers are pointing back at you. That means I can help you understand
this, by helping you to experience what that real child felt. And more.
Do you understand me!"
He was as pale as a ghost, frozen in place, unable to speak. I said,
"I require that you answer my question. Do you understand me." He
nodded, and squeaked, "I do!" I said, "Do you need more of an education
on this subject?" He said, "No sir!" I said, "If you do, I'll help you
in that. Better that you don't need it." I said to the host, "Thank you
for allowing me to act against stupid rabble rousing hate." He said,
"You're welcome, Solomon!" I bowed, and shifted out. I didn't tell them
that CNN was showing it live. I shifted to the studio, and was asked,
"I don't have to ask you why you did it, for me, but you know others
are asking."
I said, "He didn't have a clue about what he was trying to talk
about, and didn't care. He just wanted to use the hate message to rouse
people to be against something that he could ride the tail of. A
shamefully dishonorable political ploy. He attacked an entire religion,
falsely, and for self aggrandizement, in public. It should be
corrected. I did just that." Greg said, "He might recover from that in
time." I said, "I hope not. Oh, I see your confusion. Recover means to
return to his original state. No, I want that to change to a better
more educated and honest state." He said, "I understand. Will that
happen?" I said, "My expressed opinion on that could cause it not to."
He said, "How many innocent people were killed by drones?" I said,
"That's an indeterminate. Defining who was innocent, and who wasn't, is
in some ways a matter of opinion. Some official targets were innocent,
and some accidental targets would have been valid ones. And then
there's the problem of what was reported, and what wasn't, and what was
deliberately changed of that. I'll say it this way. More innocent
people were killed by drones, than Americans were killed by ALL
terrorist acts by anybody, including Americans, since the Civil War
ended, excluding declared wars. Some of that was caused by what's
called collateral damage, such as blowing up a car full of people to
kill one man in it, and some were caused by bad intelligence and bad
targeting, and just plain mistakes." He said, "So it wasn't
intentional. Doesn't that make it not terrorism?"
I said, "It WAS intentional. They intended to kill people. Terrorized
people don't really care about intent. Remember, only LIVE people can
be terrorized." He said, "Oh!" I said, "And you know those who ordered
this, knew the statistics and the affect it had on people, which they
wanted." He said, "They wanted to terrorize them?" I said, "The enemy
targets they couldn't find, absolutely! They wanted to motivate them to
stop attacking Americans. Possible death from the sky at any time was
considered a great way to do that, but it didn't work. They never
understood that death for them wasn't to be feared, but to be embraced
in a holy cause, false as that may have been. But it sure worked with
the less religious regular population, which was well known and
accepted as something that couldn't be avoided. That was absolutely
stupid. That served as supreme motivation for many to join the
extremists, who otherwise wouldn't have. Instead of eliminating the
enemy, America created more. So, America did use terrorism as a policy,
and it made things worse."
He said, "Did your father try to stop it?" I said, "He tried in the
wars that the French had in Algeria and Vietnam. That actually made it
worse. That's what started our policy of not interfering with
societies. He tried again, more subtly in his second modern Stephen
incarnation. It didn't work. Then his order to free Tibet. When he
became more known to the public, and that he did some work in
preventing what the drones would target, things slowed down a little.
More, with the bombing consequence. Then there were my active er,
adventures in that area, when I started to do noticeable things. Drones
mostly just spy now." He said, "So you and your father are responsible
for the stoping of drone killings?" I said, "We didn't stop what drones
did. The people who were responsible for their use, made their own
decisions based on the needs of the country. If you want to know more,
you'll have to ask them. Don't expect an answer." He grinned us into a
break.
I said, "Missed some breaks." Control room said, "You were going
good. We didn't want to spoil that." I said, "Figured." Smiles. Back,
Greg said, "If people say bad things about a group that are true, you
won't stop that?" I said, "You mean, oppose truth? Are you sure that's
a good question for me?" He said, "Oh. That was stupid of me." I said,
and said, "I get it. Are you disappointed that you haven't had much of
an opportunity for your pokes at politicians?" I said, "As of today,
not any more." He had to laugh. I said, "Serious this time, though.
Maybe next time it'll be better. Problem is people are improving in
being careful in not making themselves available for that. Good for the
world, not so good for its amusement. Can't get something for nothing.
Everything costs, even if we don't see it. The balanced order of the
universe continues."
I said, "There are a lot of comments about this show that aren't in
English. Web translation works, but really not perfectly. Some people
who barely lived through drone attacks are crying. They appreciate that
I haven't forgotten them, and that I'm giving them a legitimate voice
at last. They are affirming that I described how some of them felt,
accurately. Some are sorry that I have to feel it myself. We all have
to live with what we have to live with. Don't be concerned for me. I
feel your love, too. That makes up for it. Let's work to make good
memories to help heal the bad memories. Helping others, can really do
that. We aren't the same people who experienced those bad times. We are
who we are NOW. Let's make that good, for ourselves and others, and for
God. All of life can teach us, if we let it. Don't waste any of it.
Work to be a better you, for you, and for me, and for God, but most of
all, for YOU." We ended the show. All who were watching, felt my love
and care. I said that to the crew, and they were surprised, but
reported that. Then I said they had been hearing the show in their own
language, which I caused. They reported that, too. Then Greg said,
"Anything more like that?" I said, "Not at the moment. Give it time."
He growled. We hugged around, and I shifted out.
Kam ported home to hug me, and said, "That was totally different! You
did GOOD!" I said, "Thanks. Stephen excuse." Mom grinned, and said,
"You just did what you thought you should do." Chuckles. Hawk and
Galagos arrived, and there were more hugs and kisses. I said, "Some of
Islam in other countries were woken up and told. They're asking for the
crystals I'm giving them. Some leaders want to see me personally. I'm
doing that. They don't have to get dressed. I already know what they've
got." Laughter. I said that to the Grand Ayatollah, and he laughed. I
said, "I'm only here, for you. I know how you feel, always." Grins.
I said, "A lot of Christians just can't understand this. A Jew
becoming a Christian, they can understand. Becoming a Buddhist, too,
was a little hard to understand, but as a philosophy, that made it
easier. Sikhism? What's that? Then I became a Muslim. That is just not
possible. How could I be all those things, AND a Muslim? Would I have
to terrorize myself?" He laughed loudly. I said, "Joining Hawk." That
didn't help him to stop. I said, "I have been of all those religions in
my past lives, and in authority in most of them. Now I'm of them again,
but at the same time, and some, such as Islam, only by acclaim, not by
my will. They just can't wrap their minds around that. What religion
does God have? Does he have to pray to himself? No, he's not insane.
I'm God's hand, and mouth, as he wills it. I hope he rinses well." He
laughed. I said, "My true religion is how I exist. From that, and God,
do the religions of Man come, because in my work for God, I am
effectively a part of Him." He said, "I had thought that of you, but I
knew you didn't want that said." I said, "Still true, but I can't argue
with truth. I think that was almost mentioned today." He grinned, and
said, "It was!"
I said, "I'm in many countries now, being hugged and cried on by a
lot of people. It's good that they can have this emotional release. I
speak for all. For many, that meant a group, but it never was that. It
was for each person individually. I know all of them, and better than
they do or ever will. I love them, and will love them, always." We
hugged again. He said, "Are any asking you to make your visit public?"
I said, "Afraid?" He grinned, and said, "I ask. Not for the prestige,
but because you said important things that the world should know." I
said, "I could make so they don't know I was with you. Ha! Priceless
expression. Oh, come on, do it again." He had to laugh.
He said, "Do you know what will happen when you die?" I said, "Life
and death are not the same for me as it is for the rest of the living,
so I can't answer that so you will understand. However, I do know my
fate as you are requesting to know, but not exactly how it will happen.
I expect to be surprised a little." He said, "Will it be a reward?" I
said, "We have different understandings of what a reward is. There will
be more work, always. My father is working now that he's dead, more
than he could ever do in life. I'll be doing millions of times more
than that. One thing I don't do well, is nothing." Grins. I said, "Yes,
I'll share this. Better hope your face doesn't freeze like that." He
said, "If it did, you could repair it." I said, "If I want to."
Chuckles. I shifted out.
I gave the recording to CNN, and they ran it. It caused a lot of
comments. Good.
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