10 A.C. Good Wills It!
by
W. Wm. Mee
The crack of the whip, the clink of the chains and the cries of the enslaved drifted over
the dusty road like a dark cloud staining the countryside. And not just this road, but all
the highways and byways that criss-crossed the once great state of Alabama.
They used to say that ‘All roads lead to Rome’. Now , ten years after ‘God’s Holy
Cleansing’, it seemed, all roads led to Black Oaks, the ‘presidential plantation’ occupied
by His Holiness, the somewhat less than ‘honourable Reverend Langhorne Calhoun.
A one-time preacher, part-time potentate and most recently, potential pedophile, the
‘Good Reverend’, now seemed much more interested in selling slaves than saving souls.
To be fair, however, in the beginning the man ‘seemed’ to be ‘Heaven sent’ --- or at
least the right man for a rather dirty job --- killing the crazies that claimed to follow some
‘fanatic’ that went by the laughable name of the ‘Dark Stranger’. Laughable or not,
beating the bastard proved o be a very tough job indeed!
After three long years of terrible hardship and war, the Reverend and his ‘Army of
God’s Warriors’ finally defeated ‘The Dark Stranger’, exterminated most of ‘The
Crazies’ and brought, if not ‘peace’, at least a time of respite to a people still recovering
from a world-wide plague.
For a brief, shining moment there was a time when having a child in a bed and a crop in
the field was more important than a gun in a hand or killing a stranger.
To achieve this ‘divine utopia’ however, the Good Reverend and his followers (the so
called ‘Purists’ or ‘Pures’) were more than willing to beat the living shit out of anyone
who even ‘looked’ like they might oppose the Reverend’s ‘divine will’.
With the defeat of the Dark Stranger’s army and the following ‘elimination’ of the
‘Crazies’, manpower to do the actual physical work of building the Reverend’s ‘brave
new world’ was woefully short. Labourers were needed to toil in the factories and fields.
Servants were needed to see to the pampered ‘Pures’. This new, holy society rose up on
the bent backs and sweating brows of the ‘lesser folk’, condescendingly called the
‘Normals’ or ‘Norms’
‘All roads lead to Rome’, they say. They also say that ‘absolute power corrupts
absolutely.’ In the year 10 A.C., the Good Reverend proved that quaint old saying to be
absolutely true.
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