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immediately arrested. The local police officers will be supplemented by United States federal law enforcement officers and the National Guard will be federalized and act as a reserve force.
“Suppose some of these young people refuse to go or resist?” the president asked.
“The law enforcement officers can use whatever force is necessary,” Warren said flatly.
“Does that include deadly force?” Lorine asked.
“Yes, if necessary,” the Senator said coldly.
“I guess the president will have to suspend Posse Comitatus, if we are going to use military troops?” Lorine said.
“Yes, he will, but that is within his powers as President of the United States.
“How do you suggest we prepare the public for this?” Mrs. Barnes continued.
“The president has already laid the ground work. Newspaper editorials, television news channels, and most importantly the American people are demanding drastic and immediate action. The protesters have stopped attacking the president and are now attacking the terrorist. When the Senate resumes next week I will, through my standing committee, introduce the bill,” the senator answered.
“You know this is going to be a hotly debated issue,” Lorine said.
“Do you think we will have the votes necessary,” the president asked.
“Yes I do, no one want to be seen as soft on crime, especially now,” the senator said.
Mrs. Barnes walked to the window. The protesters were still there and as the senator said their signs now were focused on the gangs and drug dealers, not attacking the president or his administration. For the first time Senator Warren noticed how attractive Mrs. Barnes was, despite the slight limp she had, the results of having polio when she was a child. She was of slight build, almost a wisp of a woman and was light skinned with long black hair that rested on her shoulders. She had a nice figure that her custom made business suits accentuated perfectly, but her most fascinating feature was her light brown eyes, intelligent and piercing, that seemed to change colors with her mood, they were hypnotic. He though how amazing it was that this little black woman from rural Georgia, was probably the second most powerful person in the world. Mrs. Barnes returned to her seat and spoke to the president.
“I recommend that before we introduce the bill requiring the registrations, we first introduce a crime control bill that would contain the following; a curfew bill prohibiting blacks and Hispanic males between the ages of thirteen and twenty-five from leaving their homes between 6:OO pm and 8:00 am. That it be unlawful for anyone black or Hispanic between those ages to wear jewelry in public or drive a vehicle under penalty of ten years in prison. At least we can show the American public that we are aware of the crime problem and are sensitive to their concerns and better still, we are doing something now to address those concerns. I think the camps should be the last resort.”
“What do you think Senator,” the president asked.
“Sounds like a good start,” the senator said.
The following week Senator Warren proposed his Curfew Bill. The bill was quickly approved and signed into law by the president. Most of the effected youngsters abided by the new law, but many others did not, mainly the gangbangers and dope dealers. Federal, State and local police were enforcing the new law vigorously and thousands of young people were being arrested and sent to prison.
The jails, prisons and the court system were overloaded with violators of the new law and the violence on the street continued. Six months after the new law went into effect, President Tolland called another meeting with the senator and Mrs. Barnes.
“Look like our new law is working,” the president said.
“The crime rate has gone down, but there is still gang violence and drive-by shootings and innocent people being injured and killed, plus the criminal justice system is reaching its limit. The courts are bogged down with cases involving curfew violators, the jails are overcrowded with violators waiting trial and the prisons are felled beyond their capacities. Additionally the police agencies are overworked. Maybe it’s time to look at the first option the senator proposed,” Mrs. Barnes said.
“The camps?” the president said.
“Yes sir,” Mrs. Barnes answered.
“Can you tell us how your plan would work, Warren?” the president asked.
Slowly and deliberately the senator said, “The first requirement would be the registration of the youngsters involved. Second would be the setting up of the camps. I would suggest we set up three camps, one for youngsters with no gang affiliation, one for known gang members and the last for the youngsters who have repeatedly violated the rules at the other camps and the hard-core gangbangers and dope dealer.”
“Where would these camps be located?” Mrs. Barnes asked.
“The first camp which we could call the Re-Education camps could be located maybe fifty miles from our major cities; Chicago, New York, LA. That way their parents and other family members could visit them. The second camp we could call the Re-Indoctrination Camps. These camps could be located in isolated areas of the country with limited visiting privileges and the third camp could be called the Disciplinary Camps. These also would be in isolated areas of the country with no visitation privileges.”
“With the problems we’re having now, I would suggest we change the age requirements for these camps to blacks and Hispanics eighteen to twenty-five. I do not think the bill would pass that would send thirteen and fourteen year olds to these camps,” Mrs. Barnes said.
“That’s fine with me,” the senator said.
“What would these people do at the camps?” the president asked.
“At the Re-Education camps, they would live in dormitories and take classes, at the Re-Indoctrination Camps there would also be classes but the emphasis would be on compliance with the laws and rules of our society, the last camp would be strictly disciplinary, no classes, no visitor, no nothing.
“How long would the youngsters stay at these camps?” Mrs. Barnes asked.
“That would depend on them. If they behaved themselves they could be released when they reached thirty,” the senator replied.
The following week Senator Warren, Jr. introduced another bill known as the Camp Relocation Bill. At first most of the senators were shocked. They could not envision camps just for blacks and Hispanics. Governor Newton called the president the new Hitler but when the proposed bill was leaked to the media, the pubic endorsed the bill. The senator was passionate about the bill and eventually his reasoning and arguments was so strong that even the most liberal members of the senate had to endorse it. The president signed the bill and it passed with no revisions.
In thirty days, the bill was the law of the land and implemented. All blacks and Hispanics males between the specified ages were required to report to their local police stations to register for the camps, anyone failing to register was immediately arrested and could be sentenced to twenty years in a federal prison.
Federal, state and local police officers were assigned to the black and Hispanic neighborhoods to enforce the law. At the police stations, the youngsters were searched for contraband, weapons, and jewelry and assigned to buses that would take them to the trains.
As expected, there was a loud outcry from the black and Hispanic communities. Black preachers and catholic priests denounced the new law, but what could they do; the law enforcement officials were also supported by the military.
Many blacks thought about leaving the city but where could they go, the law applied to the entire country. Young Hispanics tried returning to Mexico or some other Latin American countries but the border patrols and airport security officers were increased and the borders were closed, there was no escape.
Many of the black and Hispanic gang members attempted to resist the new law by shooting at the law enforcement officers who immediately called in the military. The young gang-bangers who were violent were no match for the organized military forces and many were killed.
Chapter 42
Eli returned to Warsaw on November 2, 2025. He closed his law office and gave his loyal secretary, Mrs. Gault a five years severance check. He told her of his plans and gave her his address and phone number in Lagos. He hired movers who packed his and Maggie’s things and put their houses up for sale, furnished.
On November 5, 2005, it was 8:30 pm when Eli left his house to go to the airport and it had started to rain. The cold, drizzling kind of rain that was mixed with snow and was typical of the Midwest in early November. As he walked to his car, he stopped and looked at Pike Lake. The water was calm and there were two young men in a small fishing boat fishing for the elusive walleye pike, a beautiful silvery fish with a lot of sharp teeth and big eyes, hence its name. He remembered him, Mack, and Maggie catching fish and having a fish fry in the evening. Those were good days as a small tear formed in his eyes, but life is so fleeting he thought as he continued to the car.
As he drove through Warsaw it reminded him of the Cabrini Green projects where he grew up. Even during the day the only people on the street were the young people, he could tell some of them were selling drugs; others were just hanging out doing nothing.
He would be glad to get back to Yolanda and the girls. Diki had arranged for Eli to board his helicopter at the Warsaw Airport for the ride to Chicago O’Hara Airport, where the Lear Jet was waiting.
Chapter 43
James O’Donnell was seventeen years old, chubby and thought that walking up a flight of stairs would keep him in splendid condition. James grew up in Warsaw, Indiana, his mother Julia and father Al both worked at Warsaw High School, the only high school in the small town. Julia was a bus driver and Al worked in the maintenance department. James best friend was Timothy O’Hara who was also seventeen years old. James had been the president of the chess and debating team and he was an A student and his I.Q. test showed he had above average intelligence. Timothy, known as Tim, was a big young man, standing 6’3 and weighing well over 200 pounds and was a standout middle line backer on the Warsaw Tigers football team that had won the state championship. He had been offered athletic scholarships to Notre Dame and Indiana University, but both young men had been expelled from school for selling marijuana to their classmates.
James and Tim were well known to the Warsaw police officers and both had extensive juvenile arrest records ranging from possession of drugs to petty theft. The young men had decided to expand their horizon and wanted to explore the new drug Ibo that was sweeping the country like a tornado. Timothy had a cousin, Vincent O’Hara who lived in Chicago and was the leader of the Brainard Thugs, an Irish street gang on the far southeast side of the city. James
“Suppose some of these young people refuse to go or resist?” the president asked.
“The law enforcement officers can use whatever force is necessary,” Warren said flatly.
“Does that include deadly force?” Lorine asked.
“Yes, if necessary,” the Senator said coldly.
“I guess the president will have to suspend Posse Comitatus, if we are going to use military troops?” Lorine said.
“Yes, he will, but that is within his powers as President of the United States.
“How do you suggest we prepare the public for this?” Mrs. Barnes continued.
“The president has already laid the ground work. Newspaper editorials, television news channels, and most importantly the American people are demanding drastic and immediate action. The protesters have stopped attacking the president and are now attacking the terrorist. When the Senate resumes next week I will, through my standing committee, introduce the bill,” the senator answered.
“You know this is going to be a hotly debated issue,” Lorine said.
“Do you think we will have the votes necessary,” the president asked.
“Yes I do, no one want to be seen as soft on crime, especially now,” the senator said.
Mrs. Barnes walked to the window. The protesters were still there and as the senator said their signs now were focused on the gangs and drug dealers, not attacking the president or his administration. For the first time Senator Warren noticed how attractive Mrs. Barnes was, despite the slight limp she had, the results of having polio when she was a child. She was of slight build, almost a wisp of a woman and was light skinned with long black hair that rested on her shoulders. She had a nice figure that her custom made business suits accentuated perfectly, but her most fascinating feature was her light brown eyes, intelligent and piercing, that seemed to change colors with her mood, they were hypnotic. He though how amazing it was that this little black woman from rural Georgia, was probably the second most powerful person in the world. Mrs. Barnes returned to her seat and spoke to the president.
“I recommend that before we introduce the bill requiring the registrations, we first introduce a crime control bill that would contain the following; a curfew bill prohibiting blacks and Hispanic males between the ages of thirteen and twenty-five from leaving their homes between 6:OO pm and 8:00 am. That it be unlawful for anyone black or Hispanic between those ages to wear jewelry in public or drive a vehicle under penalty of ten years in prison. At least we can show the American public that we are aware of the crime problem and are sensitive to their concerns and better still, we are doing something now to address those concerns. I think the camps should be the last resort.”
“What do you think Senator,” the president asked.
“Sounds like a good start,” the senator said.
The following week Senator Warren proposed his Curfew Bill. The bill was quickly approved and signed into law by the president. Most of the effected youngsters abided by the new law, but many others did not, mainly the gangbangers and dope dealers. Federal, State and local police were enforcing the new law vigorously and thousands of young people were being arrested and sent to prison.
The jails, prisons and the court system were overloaded with violators of the new law and the violence on the street continued. Six months after the new law went into effect, President Tolland called another meeting with the senator and Mrs. Barnes.
“Look like our new law is working,” the president said.
“The crime rate has gone down, but there is still gang violence and drive-by shootings and innocent people being injured and killed, plus the criminal justice system is reaching its limit. The courts are bogged down with cases involving curfew violators, the jails are overcrowded with violators waiting trial and the prisons are felled beyond their capacities. Additionally the police agencies are overworked. Maybe it’s time to look at the first option the senator proposed,” Mrs. Barnes said.
“The camps?” the president said.
“Yes sir,” Mrs. Barnes answered.
“Can you tell us how your plan would work, Warren?” the president asked.
Slowly and deliberately the senator said, “The first requirement would be the registration of the youngsters involved. Second would be the setting up of the camps. I would suggest we set up three camps, one for youngsters with no gang affiliation, one for known gang members and the last for the youngsters who have repeatedly violated the rules at the other camps and the hard-core gangbangers and dope dealer.”
“Where would these camps be located?” Mrs. Barnes asked.
“The first camp which we could call the Re-Education camps could be located maybe fifty miles from our major cities; Chicago, New York, LA. That way their parents and other family members could visit them. The second camp we could call the Re-Indoctrination Camps. These camps could be located in isolated areas of the country with limited visiting privileges and the third camp could be called the Disciplinary Camps. These also would be in isolated areas of the country with no visitation privileges.”
“With the problems we’re having now, I would suggest we change the age requirements for these camps to blacks and Hispanics eighteen to twenty-five. I do not think the bill would pass that would send thirteen and fourteen year olds to these camps,” Mrs. Barnes said.
“That’s fine with me,” the senator said.
“What would these people do at the camps?” the president asked.
“At the Re-Education camps, they would live in dormitories and take classes, at the Re-Indoctrination Camps there would also be classes but the emphasis would be on compliance with the laws and rules of our society, the last camp would be strictly disciplinary, no classes, no visitor, no nothing.
“How long would the youngsters stay at these camps?” Mrs. Barnes asked.
“That would depend on them. If they behaved themselves they could be released when they reached thirty,” the senator replied.
The following week Senator Warren, Jr. introduced another bill known as the Camp Relocation Bill. At first most of the senators were shocked. They could not envision camps just for blacks and Hispanics. Governor Newton called the president the new Hitler but when the proposed bill was leaked to the media, the pubic endorsed the bill. The senator was passionate about the bill and eventually his reasoning and arguments was so strong that even the most liberal members of the senate had to endorse it. The president signed the bill and it passed with no revisions.
In thirty days, the bill was the law of the land and implemented. All blacks and Hispanics males between the specified ages were required to report to their local police stations to register for the camps, anyone failing to register was immediately arrested and could be sentenced to twenty years in a federal prison.
Federal, state and local police officers were assigned to the black and Hispanic neighborhoods to enforce the law. At the police stations, the youngsters were searched for contraband, weapons, and jewelry and assigned to buses that would take them to the trains.
As expected, there was a loud outcry from the black and Hispanic communities. Black preachers and catholic priests denounced the new law, but what could they do; the law enforcement officials were also supported by the military.
Many blacks thought about leaving the city but where could they go, the law applied to the entire country. Young Hispanics tried returning to Mexico or some other Latin American countries but the border patrols and airport security officers were increased and the borders were closed, there was no escape.
Many of the black and Hispanic gang members attempted to resist the new law by shooting at the law enforcement officers who immediately called in the military. The young gang-bangers who were violent were no match for the organized military forces and many were killed.
Chapter 42
Eli returned to Warsaw on November 2, 2025. He closed his law office and gave his loyal secretary, Mrs. Gault a five years severance check. He told her of his plans and gave her his address and phone number in Lagos. He hired movers who packed his and Maggie’s things and put their houses up for sale, furnished.
On November 5, 2005, it was 8:30 pm when Eli left his house to go to the airport and it had started to rain. The cold, drizzling kind of rain that was mixed with snow and was typical of the Midwest in early November. As he walked to his car, he stopped and looked at Pike Lake. The water was calm and there were two young men in a small fishing boat fishing for the elusive walleye pike, a beautiful silvery fish with a lot of sharp teeth and big eyes, hence its name. He remembered him, Mack, and Maggie catching fish and having a fish fry in the evening. Those were good days as a small tear formed in his eyes, but life is so fleeting he thought as he continued to the car.
As he drove through Warsaw it reminded him of the Cabrini Green projects where he grew up. Even during the day the only people on the street were the young people, he could tell some of them were selling drugs; others were just hanging out doing nothing.
He would be glad to get back to Yolanda and the girls. Diki had arranged for Eli to board his helicopter at the Warsaw Airport for the ride to Chicago O’Hara Airport, where the Lear Jet was waiting.
Chapter 43
James O’Donnell was seventeen years old, chubby and thought that walking up a flight of stairs would keep him in splendid condition. James grew up in Warsaw, Indiana, his mother Julia and father Al both worked at Warsaw High School, the only high school in the small town. Julia was a bus driver and Al worked in the maintenance department. James best friend was Timothy O’Hara who was also seventeen years old. James had been the president of the chess and debating team and he was an A student and his I.Q. test showed he had above average intelligence. Timothy, known as Tim, was a big young man, standing 6’3 and weighing well over 200 pounds and was a standout middle line backer on the Warsaw Tigers football team that had won the state championship. He had been offered athletic scholarships to Notre Dame and Indiana University, but both young men had been expelled from school for selling marijuana to their classmates.
James and Tim were well known to the Warsaw police officers and both had extensive juvenile arrest records ranging from possession of drugs to petty theft. The young men had decided to expand their horizon and wanted to explore the new drug Ibo that was sweeping the country like a tornado. Timothy had a cousin, Vincent O’Hara who lived in Chicago and was the leader of the Brainard Thugs, an Irish street gang on the far southeast side of the city. James
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