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A slow darkness had crept across the lands. Scarce half a century had passed after we first noticed the signs. It was a time of transition, but we couldn't do a single thing. We were bound by silence as the few that spoke up were slain. The people were frightened and ofcourse the government did every thing in its powers to cultivate that fear while maintaining a false sense of security. We were never such a threat, but we were easy to scapegoat. I hadn't been alive then, but everyone knows about the first cullings & pogroms; the rededication of old camps thought to be forgotten or merely monuments of horrors past. Nobody lifted a finger to stop it. They welcomed the old ghosts as saviours and now they're slowly reaping the fruits of their labour. Ofcourse the various governments weren't behind the the various terrorist ttacks of the time, but they were quick to use it. The closing of borders, the tightening of security... it was never meant to keep the immigrants out, but to keep the sheep in. They explained so eloquently that in order to be free we had to be secure. Only in complete security the freedom of democracy was to be found. Blessed be JB |