This is a warning, a dire message drawn from personal experience. It is my account of how I have survived the unbelievable terror that now grips this nation. And it was written while I have been living under tremendous pressure.
At this moment I am hiding, literally holed-up in a forgotten, subterranean cavern somewhere below the streets of New York City. The authorities above are searching for me. If they catch me, I will be arrested. Thatís why Iím fearful of venturing far beyond this secure place.
With the help of sympathizers I have travelled across the country, but always quietly and stealthily. I preferred open spaces, but when of necessity I was in a city, I moved anonymously among the crowds disguised as average. I couldnít let anything set me apart from the commonplace. I couldnít be recognized. I had to avoid my pursuers. Literally, my life depended on it. Thatís because I am a wanted man; and they are everywhere.
How could my life have change so quickly? I never thought matters would become this horrendous. There were signs I can now recognize, but itís too late. Still, who could have anticipated all this? Hunted for crimes I know nothing aboutólabeled Evil, Subversive, Perverted, TraitoróI face penalties ranging from lengthy imprisonment to execution.
I suspect that Iím not alone. There must be others like me, living lives of internal exile, dodging the law, and constantly wondering why. Thatís the worst aspect of the situation. I donít really understand why I have to flee. I only know that if they find me, I may perish.
This is the United States in the first quarter of the 21st century. Weíre supposed to be enlightened, modern, and so advanced that we are the leaders of the rest of the world. How often are we told that this is the Exceptional Nationóand we are the Exceptional People? Then why am I buried alive in this cave, eluding detection?
I am especially frightened of people in uniforms. Uniforms clothe authority, and there are so many authorities these days. From police officers and military personnel, to zealous vigilantes and even family members, it seems like everyone is trying to arrest people the government considers to be enemies of the state.
Hard to know whom to trust, so I trust few people. Canít make many friends; even sympathizers have to be approached very cautiously. Never can tell where they are, who they are, when theyíll pounce, or if this nightmare will ever end.
Writing this manuscript is a desperate act of personal resistance. I am consumed by the task, because I must bear witness before I and my story are lost forever. I have to explain to the Future what is happening now, here in the year 2019. Because so much has changed so rapidly, I must describe what we once possessed as a nation and what we have now lost. It was no Paradise back then, thatís for certain. But neither was it the Hell it has become.
I will try to make this testimony public as soon as itís completed. Will it be found and read? I donít know. Actually, I fear that it will be discovered and then deleted by government agents. Still, I have to share my tale. I must try to remind Americans of their great heritage of liberty that is now being obliterated.
But, whatever happens to me, the struggle against this repression must continue. Please visit our interactive website where interested people are examining and debating the importance of what we are losing: American Liberalism. The website address: www.iLiberal.us Share your thoughts. Join us, before itís too late.
With this manuscript I warn.
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