Cole's Redemption By James
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Cole's Redemption
Chapter 17
"A piece of meat in the shape of a man without a mind is not a human being. Whether the body be deathly ill, damaged by accident, mentally blank because of brain deficiency, or criminally insane. Those people who are so mentally defective that they can not live in society should as soon as they are identified as defective be humanely dispatched."
Jon Evans Quote from Mensa Article from 1995
Reich Leader Bouhler and Dr. Brandt are entrusted with the responsibility of extending the authority of physicians, to be designated by name, so that patients who, after a most critical diagnosis, on the basis of human judgment [menschlichem Ermessen], are considered incurable, can be granted mercy death [Gnadentod]. ¡ª?Adolf Hitler, 1 September 1939
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The trucks lined up at the edge of Edgar Bradly's second compound at which the group was hidden. They had moved there just two days after Ben Jones gave them the news that Cole had ratted on them back towards the end of 2020. This second compound was close enough to Sangger, but still out of the way enough so that few knew of its existence. Edgar Bradly wanted to stay close to Sangger, and had intended to do so since moving to the second compound, for he had plans.
He not only had plans to make Cole pay, but he was hearing rumblings of new things going on in the city's political landscape, and they had him concerned as much as they did angry, enraged and disgusted. He had been hearing of new legislation that was for kids who were within the LGBT Community, but it also dealt with LGBT kids who had various disabilities that were those ranging from Neurological, Psychological, Physical and Intellectual. Edgar Bradly had always hated disabled people, and he would read with pure joy the things that doctors under the Third Reich had done to kids and adults who were mentally or physically disabled, or perceived as such.
For example, Edgar would read again and again of the Action T4 Euthanasia Program put in place by Adolf Hitler around October of 1939 where many children and adults who were in various institutions for people with mental and physical disabilities were killed. This program went on from 1939 until the end of WWII in 1945. The beginning of the program technically began though around August of 1939 when there began to be a requirement from the Interior Ministry for all doctors and midwives to register new-born infants who had severe disabilities such as Idiocy and Down's Syndrome which were even more important when linked with Blindness and Deafness.
Other conditions such as Spastic Conditions, Microcephaly, Hydrocephaly, paralysis and various malformations of head, and other body parts could leave an infant subject to being killed. Once reports of the above-documented disabilities and conditions were sent out, a panel of medical experts were assembled to give approval for the killings once the reports had been assessed by said experts. When dealing with the parents and guardians of these children, the Ministry would employ deception when telling them what would be happening with their children. They made it a point to come up with cover stories, especially for catholic parents who might be less likely to cooperate with the orders. Parents were further told that their disabled kids would be sent to special centers to be given more specialized care.
Once relocated to the centers, the kids were kept for a few weeks for assessment, then typically given an injection of deadly chemicals usually Phenol to induce death. After death, autopsies were performed with sections of their brains removed for further study. The Cause of Death was falsely recorded as Pneumonia. In one more infamous institution which was located in Austria, that was called Am Spiegelgrund, 789 kids were killed from 1940-1945 through means of poison gas, Lethal Injection and physical abuse. Hitler had been thinking of this kind of program as early as 1933, but had only started it up in the year mentioned above.
Edgar Bradly loved knowing that such a man had the courage to act on what most people had to be thinking. When Edgar looked around throughout his life, he would see people both children and adults who were either on various antidepressants, antianxiety and other similar drugs. He even went to high school with a few kids who were in the same class as him who had various physical disabilities. Edgar felt annoyance for them all, and wondered why all of them had to be such a drain on society.
He wondered why they seemed to get all the attention focused on them, as well as the money. Both attention, as well as money could be going to people who were actually living life, as well as doing something worthwhile none of which he saw happening with kids and adults with various disabilities. Then when Edgar Bradly was around 18, he read Adolf Hitler's book Mein Kampf, as well as The Turner Diaries. When he read these two books for the first time, he truly felt as though his eyes had been opened. Though his family with whom he lived which was his mother, father and older brother were no friends to minorities, they would give the usual talking points about being alright with minorities such as LGBT, Disabled and Black so long as they weren't hurting anyone else. Edgar thought this was Bullshit, and after he read the two aforementioned books given to him by one of his neighbors who was slowly getting in to Neo-Nazism himself, Edgar was at that point, cemented in his beliefs that minorities weren't deserving of any rights what-so-ever.
Edgar Bradly watched the trucks, then after counting them to make sure that they were all there, he got in the truck that was all the way to the right. Once belted in, he turned to Hank.
"You have the map of this place?" he asked.
"Right here," Hank replied.
He handed Edgar the map, and then he looked at it carefully studying the layout of the building to which they were traveling. He took a long time reading the map, and then he read it again, and after committing to memory the front, back and emergency exits of the place, he folded the map then backed out of the parking spot, and they headed out with all of the other trucks following behind him.
The trucks eventually stopped several blocks away from their target, and once having exited the vehicles, Bradly and the group walked to the building in question. They were headed to a center called Spring Land Center which was dedicated for kids with physical disabilities, mental disabilities and other issues. When one of Edgar Bradly's men came in a few days before to get information on the place, he found several pamphlets which described those to whom the center extended services. They were given to kids with disabilities such as Cerebral Palsy, Down's Syndrome, conditions which caused visual impairments and blindness such as Retinopathy of Prematurity and Glaucoma, as well as various Intellectual Disabilities and other issues such as Autism.
When everyone had read the information once the guy had brought it back to them, Edgar Bradly had gone on a long rant about how disgusting the kids were who attended the place. He then quoted stuff from Hitler about what should be done with people with disabilities, as well as with kids with disabilities. He then continued on with his rant.
"All of these little freaks don't deserve to live!" Edgar yelled as he stood before the group seconds after he ripped the pamphlets to shreds, then flung them across the room. "These Freak of Nature Bastards deserve to die! Who the fuck are they to be taking things like food, money, clothes and other resources that rightfully belong to us people of this country! This all belongs to the White Race, and you can be fucking sure we're going to take it all back! I don't want to fucking hear a god-damn thing about how these malformed Cunts didn't ask to be born, nor was it their fault! They're alive, here on this earth and taking up oxygen, food, money and other things that they don't deserve, nor did they work for! They are here I tell you, and just the fact that they exist on this Earth of ours, and within this country is reason enough alone for me to hate them! They're nothing, but bags of meat, all-be-it malformed and diseased meat, and a guy named Jon Evans who is from an IQ Club called Mensa summed it up best with this quote that runs as follows!": ""A piece of meat in the shape of a man without a mind is not a human being. Whether the body be deathly ill, damaged by accident, mentally blank because of brain deficiency, or criminally insane. Those people who are so mentally defective that they can not live in society should as soon as they are identified as defective be humanely dispatched."
"I'm all in favor of what he said, and he said that back in 1995 in one of Mensa's articles in their magazine they publish. I don't know about them being "Humanely" dispatched, but they definitely need to be dispatched. I say just let some of them, particularly those with Down's Syndrome die of the complications to which they're at risk such as heart problems. Let the little freaks with Cerebral Palsy lie in their beds with their muscles tightening until their disabled inferior disgusting hearts explode in their chests from the pain! Better than that, just give them all injections of Potassium right in to their fucking veins and watch them all writhe in pain just before they die!"
Everyone had clapped for Edgar Bradly, and he concluded the speech at that point.
Once at the front doors of the building, Edgar Bradly and the group used a device that would trick the alarm in to not going off, and once they used a couple of tools to pick the lock, the door was opened and they all entered the place, and they had also used another device to make it look as if the cameras were still performing as usual. As they went throughout the building, they worked throughout most of the night.
It was around 10:00 P.M. that Monday night, and the center's hours were from 8:00 A.M. to 4:00 P.M. Monday through Friday, and so everyone had been gone for hours. Edgar Bradly had instructed three of his men to watch the place from a distance for a couple of weeks, and this gave them the time and chance they needed to record the comings and goings of the workers and the kids attending programs there.
Once the group did what they needed to do at the center, Edgar Bradly made sure all of them were all loaded back in the trucks, and after they all pulled out, they all returned to the compound. Tuesday morning of the following day would be one that would make Sangger no longer feel like home, but like a total hellscape.
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Kevin
It was Tuesday morning, and I put my phone down after texting Cole good morning. It had been only a few days after we had gone all the way with me topping him that past Thursday night, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. He ended up staying over with me also on Friday, Saturday then we went back to his house for Sunday Dinner the next day after church.
While all that was going on, I had been preparing for some volunteer work at a place called the Spring Land Center which was about 20 minutes from my house. It helped kids with different disabilities such as Intellectual, Physical and Mental Disabilities. It had various activities for them to do, and helped with job placement for those who had enough abilities to hold down a typical job in the community. I had heard about the center a couple of weeks ago, and I wanted to do something to help out there, as I figured that this would help with giving me experience for when I began doing a job as an adult once I got in to the outside world and started working.
My mom and dad helped me sign up, and Cole as well as Daniel were supportive of me. I was looking forward to their decision, and even more happy once they called letting me know that they chose me to volunteer there. They said I'd be volunteering starting out on Tuesdays and Thursdays, then after a week I'd be going to about four days a week making it Monday through Thursday.
Finally Tuesday on that week in the middle of July was here, and I made sure I was dressed and ready. After having breakfast, my dad drove me to the center as mom had already went in for work, and we reached the place with about five minutes to spare. I said goodbye to my dad, then entered the building. It was now 7:50 A.M..
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The timer was counting down, and it had started up when Edgar Bradly activated it from an app on his phone. He figured that everyone would be within the building around 8:00 A.M. when the center officially opened for business, and so he would wait until 9:00 A.M. when everything was underway. Once his phone sounded 9:00 A.M., he would get things going.
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8:00 A.M.
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Kevin
I had the art supplies set up at one of the tables in the main room. Shannon one of the assistants told me that I'd be working with Danny who was 14, and who enjoyed working on drawing, painting and a small amount of sculpting. She let me know that he didn't know Sign Language, and so I set up the keyboard that spoke everything I typed.
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8:10 A.M.
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Kevin
I set the painting aside that Danny had drawn, and put another sheet of construction paper in its place.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said smiling.
When I had met Danny, he along with help from Shannon, informed me that he had Down Syndrome, and he had trouble with things like Math, reading and writing.
They also went on to explain that he had an issue with his heart with certain parts of it being abnormally developed, and this needed to be checked every few months by a Cardiologist. Aside from all that, he still enjoyed living life, and he also loved hanging out with his best friend David who was going to be joining us in about ten minutes.
Like Danny, David had Down Syndrome, but unlike him, he was totally blind, and so he enjoyed sculpting even more given the tactile nature of it. I was excited to meet him as well once he joined us.
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8:20 A.M.
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Kevin
David had joined us, and he was sculpting a tree with the clay that Shannon had set out, and then he handed it to her. She took it off to be baked so that it would harden, at which point he would paint it. After she returned, Danny and I looked over the finished picture he leaned away from after filling in the final color. It was a picture of a tree in the Fall, and the one he had painted before was of a row of birds in a tree that had just bloomed in the Spring Time.
There were three birds one of which on the right was a white bird, then in the middle the second bird had a dark green all over its body aside from its head which was a bright yellow. The bird on its left, and the final one was a Robin with a dark-red breast that shown vibrantly.
"You did a really good job on both of those," I said.
"Thank you," Danny replied.
He had a slight difficulty with his speech where he couldn't pronounce his TH words, and so they were replaced with F sounds, but aside from that he was easy to understand. David had a pronounced studder, and unfortunately he was made fun of for it in school. It was worse since he was in high school, and this was especially why he was here, this place was his safe place, and I could see how happy he was to be here, and I could see that in Danny as well.
"I can't wait for you to see my tree once I paint it," David chimed in.
"I can't wait to see it either," I replied.
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8:30 A.M.
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Kevin
I excused myself to go to the restroom, then after I returned, Danny and David were talking about what they would be doing that afternoon once Danny's mom picked them up from here. They mentioned going to lunch, then swimming in Danny's pool which was in the back yard.
"That sounds exciting!" I said once they finished talking.
"It really is!" David replied. "I hope you can come with us if not today, then maybe another time."
"That really would be nice," Danny agreed.
"I'd really love that!" I answered.
I told them a little more about myself, then David pointed to the bracelet I had around my right wrist. It was a bracelet made of black stones, then the stone in the center which if I had my hand palm-down on the table would be facing up so that anyone looking could see it, that stone was a rainbow color, and specifically it was of the rainbow used by the LGBT Community.
I explained what it was for, and David smiled. Danny smiled as well. I also told them where I got it, and who gave it to me.
Cole had given the bracelet to me when we were together this past weekend. We had been at the mall that Saturday, and I had gone to order food and Cole said he forgot something, and went in the other direction. Once he came back, we went to our table to sit and eat, then once back home he pulled out the bag that had been in his pocket, and handed it to me. When I opened it, I was touched to see the bracelet.
"It's to show how much you mean to me," he said hugging me after helping me slide it over my wrist. "I hope it also can serve as a reminder of me that you can see when there are times when we're not physically together."
"I'll treasure it forever," I said as we shared a long hug, then a couple of tender kisses.
"I'm glad that you and Cole have a really nice relationship," David said.
"That's really sweet about the two of you," Danny said smiling.
"Thanks," I answered. "We're both really happy together, and I hope we can be together for a very long time."
"I hope you guys can too," Danny replied.
"Me too," David added.
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8:40 A.M.
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Kevin
After cleaning up the art table, I lead Danny and David outside to where the playground was. They both loved the swings and the slides, and I watched them as they took turns on both pieces of equipment. They both invited me to join them, and I took a couple of turns, and they were both really glad to have me included in their fun. After a few more minutes, we decided to get a couple of snacks, and we would be eating them out at the picknick tables that faced the front of the center.
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8:50 A.M.
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Kevin
One of the workers Samantha had pulled up, and she saw us. She said that we could go with her while she went to get breakfast, and the place she was going to had good snacks. The three of us got in her car, and headed off.
We went to the small restaurant she said that she would usually go to a few times a week, and there were some nice looking baked goods. Danny and David selected a couple of cookies, and I found a brownie that looked really good! We selected our items, and since Samantha was on her break, we had time to actually eat them at the picknick tables outside which we did since the weather was so nice.
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9:00 A.M.
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There were 32 kids in all at the center who were in attendance that morning, and with the exceptions of Danny, David and Kevin along with Samantha who was out with them currently, all the rest of the kids, the staff and the Assistant Director were all in the building doing various things.
One of the workers Jeff was the first one who felt a slight shift in the flooring. He didn't understand what was happening at first, then he heard a deep grinding sound that was stretching out, and then he turned to see a couple of other people notice it as well.
The building began a shift to the right, then the blinding flash of light, then the fireball was right after the flash. The explosion was loud, but only a few people a couple of buildings away heard it. The building was falling, and flaming chunks of brick along with shards of glass flew in every direction, and everything within the vicinity of the exploding building shook along with several cars which jumped up with the backs of them slamming back down on the ground causing the windows of the cars to shatter further causing glass to rain down on to the seats.
The building was now in flames, and the kids tried getting out along with several staff which were struggling to get them out and to safety, but many of the kids were under the rubble. Soon smoke began flooding the parts of the building which were still standing, and by 9:30 A.M. on that Tuesday morning, all but one kid, the Assistant Director, Samantha, Kevin, David and Danny were the only ones who survived. With those exceptions, the blast had killed the rest of the kids and staff members in the explosion either from smoke inhalation, deadly scull injuries due to flying pieces from the building or a combination of both.
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Kevin
As Samantha had us all get back in the car, she saw several police cars going in a straight line past us. I saw them when she pointed them out, then several fire trucks flew by almost in a blur. Then my phone sounded with a news alert, then Samantha's went off. When we looked at our phones, there was an emergency alert about a building being on fire at the address at which the center was located, and I got a really bad feeling!
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Cole
I put my phone down after receiving the emergency alert, and I felt total fear and dread! I could only hope that it wasn't as bad as it seemed, and I hoped that everyone including Kevin would be alright. I called Daniel who was at work, and he had received the same alert, and Justin was now standing in the doorway of my room looking concerned.
Daniel said he was checking in to it, and then he told me he'd call us when he knew anything. Justin sat with me, and I did my best to keep him calm.
Soon I heard the front door to our house unlocking, and then Justin and I went out, and I saw Daniel standing there pocketing his phone. His face looked deeply disturbed, and I was fearing the worst even more now!
"Daniel, what is it?" I said feeling a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"I talked to a detective who had been getting updates who was passing by my work," Daniel began. "All he could tell me was that there was a fire caused by an explosion, and it was at the Spring Land Center. That's all we know."
I felt myself weakening, and then nothing.
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Daniel got to Cole before he could completely fall, and he picked him up, and Justin followed right behind him. Once Daniel had Cole on the bed, he got a cloth, wetted it then placed it on Cole's forehead, and Justin stood there looking afraid. Just then Daniel heard Cole's phone sound an alert of an in-coming text.
"Justin please get that," Daniel said as he positioned Cole so that he was lying flat on the bed now.
Justin got Cole's phone, and he handed it to Daniel. He looked at the screen, and saw that the text was from Kevin, then before he could open it the phone began ringing. He answered it, and was relieved to see that it was a video call. Kevin's face filled the screen, and he was sitting in the front seat of a car.
"Kevin!" Daniel almost yelled. "What's going on! Are you alright!"
"I'm alright," Kevin said then handed the phone off.
"Mr. Rossington, I'm Samantha one of the workers at the center," a woman said who Daniel didn't recognize. "Kevin and I, along with two of the other boys were out when we saw police cars flying past us, as well as a few fire trucks. We got a call from one of the detectives, and we're waiting a few blocks away from the center for another detective to further update us, but in short we learned from the detective who called us that there has been an explosion at the center while we were out. Aside from Kevin, and the two other boys here with me, and myself and a couple of other people, it doesn't look good."
"They don't know how this happened?" Daniel asked.
"They're not sure yet, but hopefully we'll know something soon," Samantha answered.
Daniel heard Cole coming too, and Cole tried to sit up.
"Just take it easy Cole," Daniel said, and Cole was fighting to be fully awake again, and he was coming back even more as the seconds went by, and he focused on Daniel.
"It can't be," Cole said. "Please tell me that it isn't true!"
"Kevin's here on the phone," Daniel said. "He's safe. He wasn't in the building, and they called me right after he and the others called his parents to let them know."
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Cole
I awoke, and after Daniel told me that Kevin was alright, I felt relief but also fear. I didn't understand what had happened, and I hoped that no one else was hurt. I talked to Kevin, and he along with the woman Samantha told me what they knew so far.
"Thanks for calling me!" I said sitting up with Daniel's help. "I'm so glad you and Samantha along with the two other boys are alright."
"So are we, thanks," Kevin replied.
"Where are you guys going now?" I asked.
"We're waiting to talk to another detective who wants to talk with us," Samantha said. After that, Kevin's parents will be coming to pick him up, as well as will the parents of Danny and David."
"Good," I answered.
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Edgar Bradly and the group received the information from Ben Jones who was on site watching everything. He had snuck off to make the call on a separate phone intended for such business, and though unhappy about the survival of the three boys in addition to their driver, and the other kid and the Assistant Director, Edgar was satisfied that that was several less freaks of nature they had to deal with, and he and the group had a celebratory drink, then he began plans for the second part of his plan.
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Cole
It was now 3:30 P.M. that Tuesday, and Kevin had come over a couple of hours ago when his parents dropped him off. They said he could stay for the rest of the day, possibly for the night as well, and after making sure that we were alright they left. As we sat there, we talked and when Justin asked what had happened, we told him. We talked with him for a while, then he went back in his room, and Daniel continued to sit with us for a while, and after we talked a little more, he went in to his office and Kevin and I held each other.
"This is really horrible," I said as we hugged, and held on to each other tightly. "I can't believe that someone would do something like this!"
"Neither can I," Kevin replied.
Once Kevin had arrived, he told us that when the second detective talked to them, they had known by that point that it was two bombs each. Two by the front doors to the building, two at the side then two at the back entrance. They were hidden in air vents next to the entrances, so that's why no one found them. They were thinking at first that one person might have done it, but they were also worried that given the demographic to which the center gravitated, the detectives were growing more concerned that it was a possible Anti-Disability hate crime. That would soon be confirmed, and by now it was 3:30 P.M., and Kevin and I watched as the news broke in to the regularly scheduled programming. I had just turned the TV back on, and the news reporter was saying that they would be broadcasting a video sent to them, and they warned that it contained disturbing footage.
Daniel was coming in to the room, and he sat across from us, and all three of us were there with our eyes glued to the screen.
"We're turning to the video sent to us now," the reporter said as her face was replaced with a black screen, then an image of a man's face filled the room, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
I fought to stay conscious, and not faint again! It couldn't be!
"Good afternoon," the man's voice said. "Many of you in the general public might not know me, and that's fine. I don't exactly have a public job, and so you would have no reason to know who I am. By the time this little home movie of mine is complete, you're all going to know who I am. You can be sure about that.
My group and I have been active for a few years now. We have been observing a lot of what's been going on here in Sangger, and throughout the country. We don't like what we're seeing. We don't like seeing how the schools, colleges, churches and other public places are being over-ran with N****rs. They were enslaved when this country first began. They were kept in slavery to the true race, the White Race. There was a reason for this, they're as low if not more so than your typical animal. They don't know much when it comes to being civilized. They have a naturally occurring propensity towards destruction, destruction towards others, their own spouses and kids, as well as destruction finally to themselves.
You see them as human, and yeah I guess you could say that your average N****r looks human. I have to tell you though, that they're not human under that hideous dark skin of theirs. Ask yourselves this, if they're human, then why do you see so many of these two-legged animals over-crowding our prisons? Why do you see so many of them without fathers in their lives, and why do you see them always breeding like rats? They're unnatural, they lack intelligence, basic human morals and they know only criminality and brutish instincts to which they pay absolute attention.
They should have remained enslaved. They were in chains and beholden to their masters back in the beginning of this country for a reason, and no education can educate the animalistic and evil nature out of them. That's what you Nr sympathizers don't understand. Enough about them though, I'll explain about another group I have no use for aside from Nrs and so-called LGBT Minorities. Believe me, I hate them as well, and while I have taught many of them and many Darkies a lesson over the years, the group we have focused on the most now is the Disabled Community.
We're hearing all the time about how disabled people are human, and that with the right adaptations, accommodations and other things, that these people can lead "Relatively Normal Lives". I don't believe any of that Bullshit for a moment. There is no "Relatively Normal Life", you either have a normal life or you don't. It's very simple, if all of your senses work, all of your body parts work and all of your intellect and mental faculties are fully functional, then you're a fully functioning human, and should be allowed to participate in society with all that this entails. Those who are damaged from birth, or at some point in their lives either mentally, physically or in another way should be given a quick death, thus ridding our society of those who would drain it of much-needed resources such as food, clothing, shelter, money and other things necessary for survival and the living of life. These defectives didn't work to gain any of what they have, so why should they deserve it.
Sure, their conditions might not be their fault, and of those who say that they're sad, or worried about something and so the government gives them money in the form of a so-called "Disability Check" every fucking month, give me a break! These people who say they have so-called "Depression", or so-called "Anxiety" are sad or worried, because they won't get up off their defective asses and take control of their lives. Those people out of all of the members of the Disabled Community especially deserve to be put down like dogs!
I am sick of all of the Drunks, Druggies, Retards, diaper-wearing slobs in wheelchairs and other assholes taking money from the government and just getting away with it! Fuck all those people and all their Welfare Cheat buddies! That brings me to today.
I had said that I am sick of all of this nonsense concerning the disabled and defective among us. I'm sick of looking at them, sick of hearing about them and sick of being told how I'm supposed to refer to them when speaking to or about them. They're disgusting rats, and deserving of death; nothing more than that! So to that end, my group and I destroyed that disgusting rat-infested place those disgusting mutant kids attend. We blew that Mother Fucker straight to Hell, and now my group and I are rejoicing at the knowledge that with the exception of about four kids, 28 disabled freaks are burning in Hell today, and will go on to burn forever! Same for the staff stupid enough to believe that they could help these little Bastards make their lives worth living! Prays God for our victory today, and rest assured, there will be more to come! All of you enjoy the rest of your day, and to those who died in today's festivities may you all rest in Hell!"
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Kevin
I sat there after the video ended, and though the reporter was talking again, I was thinking about everything that Son of a Bitch had said. Regardless of how well I knew or didn't know any of the kids in that place, they were a part of the Disabilities Community, as was I! They were my Disabled brothers and sisters, and like me, they experienced joy, but also faced discrimination, and I knew what that was like. It wasn't just the discrimination of not being given a chance to participate in class, or at a job that hurt though it did, but it was the pain of the never-ending current of discrimination from those who never really take a person who's disabled seriously about much of anything.
It's assumed that those of us who are disabled are either blessed with special ultra-natural abilities when we do things that most able-bodied people can do without a second thought. Then if there's one small thing we can't do without even a little bit of help, then we're told that we should be learning how to do things independently and not be so dependent on others. They also like to tell us when we try to defend what independence we do have, or when we tell them that the way we're performing a task according to whatever disability it is that we have that it's the way we need to do it, they then like to tell us to not limit ourselves and to believe in ourselves.
If any of us in the Disabilities Community get angry, or tell some discriminating asshole off, then we're put under the microscope with having to face probing questions regarding if we have a certain level of anger that we might not realize because of issues due to our disabilities we have, and we're also believed to not understand things as far as having the usual level of intelligence that able-bodied people have, or if we have problems learning, then we're assumed to not be able to learn the same things about the world that able-bodied people learn. Typically no able-bodied person is put through this, and when they're angry or voice unhappiness about being treated unfairly, it's accepted that they have the right to feel the way they feel, no questions asked. I've faced problems like this, and others in my community have, and that's what's truly hard about being disabled, not the disability itself, but the Ableism that runs through our society like blood through a person's veins.
Sitting there thinking about all of it, I didn't like most of the pompous Criminologists and other assholes who think that just because little Jonny pisses the bed even at eight years old, that he'll slit women's throats at 19 or 20 years old, I didn't think like them, that we had to dig too deep to understand everything that this Bastard had said, and that we had to investigate every fucking detail of his childhood to find the answers to what made him think the way he did. Though what this Son of a Bitch said was disgusting, whether or not we like it, he said really what most in our society think, but are too afraid to say. Whether it be the do-good Liberal types who think that someday there will be a medication or cure for Autism, Blindness or a person's disability causing them to have to be in a wheelchair, or the conservative who thinks that all the above-mentioned minorities with said issues just need to get off their lazy asses and get a job, all across the board, this is what we as people with disabilities deal with whether it be in overt ways by being called Anti-Disability Slurs, or in covert ways like some Do-Good liberal asshole telling us not to give up hope, that one day there will be a cure for what limits us, but in the mean time we can still have so-called "Equal Rights".
In short, this disgusting creep, and the evil hateful things he said are a symptom, they're not the disease. Most likely there will be do-good pants pisser liberals, as well as screaming raging conservatives who would be ready to correct me for what I say, but they can go fuck themselves. Of course they'll throw their little baby fits about what I'm saying. Why wouldn't they? If they didn't, then they'd have to admit that for the longest time, they've been sitting around honking on each other's Bitch tits in between sessions of jacking themselves off and being so fucking self-absorbed to really be concerned with the problems us who have disabilities have to face, much less even acknowledging that we even had these problems we were facing about which I speak! These problems are real, and this is exactly why people like this Ableist Mother Fucker along-side the various officials who while on paper they claim to want to help us be able to work and live equally in society, but in reality they give us options that while giving us a couple of benefits, these things given to us such as an office job, or a job greeting people at the local Walmart do little to address the "Systemic Ableism" on which our society is based, it's for these reasons that we have people like that, as well as the people at the other extreme as represented by the creep in the video Cole and I had just watched! I was even more committed at that moment to do something! For what this creep did, I was determined that he would pay, as would those who helped him! He wasn't going to get away with what he had done, and I was going to see to that in my own time, and in my own way. Proper channels be damned!
I was jerked out of my thoughts when I heard Cole's voice, and his hand squeezed mine hard.
"Sorry, I said and jumped visibly. "I was just lost in thought."
"I asked if you were alright," Cole said leaning closer to look at me. "You looked like you were a million miles away. Sorry, I can imagine you're far from okay."
"I'm just really disgusted, as well as sad about what happened," I replied as we held each other.
"So am I," he answered. "I really am sorry about everything that had happened, and I want to do all I can to help you, as well as everyone else who went through what happened today."
"I'm really glad to hear you say that," I said.
We then got up and went to our room, and we sat on the edge of Cole's bed that we had long-since started thinking of as our bed, and I was glad to have him there with me.
"You did go pure white when you saw the man on that video," I said turning to look directly at Cole.
"I probably did," he answered. "That was Edgar Bradly. I would know his face anywhere. Clearly he's the one behind what happened."
"I hope that Mother Fucker gets what he deserves," I said as I put an arm around Cole's shoulders. "I want to see that scumbag pay for what he did!"
"I want that as well!" Cole replied as we sat there trying to get our emotions under control. It truly felt like the darkest day of my life, and probably of all of our lives thus far!
Author's Notes
I'm sure none of you saw that coming. What Kevin said is true, and when I was growing up, and even in recent years not so long ago, the conversation has been about only equality for the disabled, but now the conversation is changing. The issue now is looking at the system before we can even truly talk of any kind of equality. I would also give credit to those who are getting in to being what is called "Anti-Racists". This group talks a lot about systemic issues, as well as making sure that the system is examined, rather than looking at everything in terms of so-called individual merits. From this, which falls under a set of ideas known as Critical Race Theory, we're seeing similar thought within Feminist circles, LGBT Groups and partly within the Disability Community. This conversation is uncomfortable for many, even those who say they want to help the disabled, or those who are black, or LGBT. It makes sense that it would, because if they took it seriously, then they'd have to deal with the fact that the idea that one can make it here in America only on one's own merits regardless of their minority status or circumstances and nothing but that, that this idea when looked at under the reality of what the system really is, then this would make the idea of making it on one's own merits a lie, and a lie that for many decades, and really since the founding of America has been behind the oppression of various minorities, everyone from blacks, to women, to LGBT, the disabled and others.
Few take this idea seriously, and if you turn on any episode of either Dave Rubin, Ben Shapiro or Kandis Owens and you'll see this. These three individuals, like most who publicly denounce the ideas of which I speak are typically white, able-bodied and substantially wealthy with most of them receiving huge amounts of money from the likes of the Koch Brothers and various other Libertarian and Conservative Think Tanks. Add in that Ben Shapiro among others will say things like "If you're like me." Then add whatever the thing is that you and him are supposed to have in common, then as far as John Q. Cheese Burger is concerned, then Ben Shapiro and company are just regular 9-5 Working People who truly know what us who really are said people are going through, but nothing could be further from the truth!
This is how the status quo is maintained, and why you rarely hear about the systemic view of the world, unless you read or listen to things by the likes of Chris Hedges, Noam Chomsky, Henry A. Giroux and others. Unless you listen to their interviews and lectures, or read their writings, then you'll rarely hear about this, and typically you'll just hear about how the usual story of our country and society is told. This is also why I ended up writing this chapter as I have. It's time, and has been time for this all to change so that our fucked up status quo doesn't continue to enable conditions that allow for the existence of people like the character of Edgar Bradly in this story, or those who think like him who do exist in reality. You hear people say once they reach the end of their patients with a situation, that this isn't funny anymore. As far as this situation goes, hey, I got news for you Bitch, it was never funny right from the start!
In the next chapter of my story, you'll see what the conclusion of Edgar Bradly's plan is, as well as I'll be revealing the answer as to where Hellen fits in to the story now. Given that all these events will be within the next chapter, and with the probability that it will be about the longest chapter I've written thus far, I can't be totally certain that you'll all see it by next weekend like usual with the chapters, but if I can get it written and finished in time, then it'll be up next weekend, but if not at that point, then probably the weekend after.
Having said all that, I hope everyone has been having a good day, is continuing to stay safe and enjoy the rest of your evening. I'll see everyone in Chapter 18.