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The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography.
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Part 10 - The Guardian of Peace and Love
"What are you waiting for?" shrieked Harry R. Nance, who looked apoplectic with rage, both at the Christmas celebration and that his allegedly 'deputized' thugs were not rushing into the attack. "Shut this shit
down!!
"
"Hey!" a voice boomed over the speaker system. A child's voice. "Let go of your hate, and join our party!"
Tanya had turned her head and looked over her shoulder at the stage. I'd kept my head looking at the threat in front of us, but did see out of the corner of my eye that little Joy was the one who'd said it. I'd be told later that Joy had all but ripped the microphone out of Teresa's hands to deliver her message of peace and love.
Tanya grinned as she turned back around, and I might've been grinning a bit, too. And then we heard another voice behind us, coming through the wall of GOJMC members.
"Yes." said the Rev, Dr. Joseph E. Williams. "Lay down your weapons and your hatred. Join me and celebrate with us." He was putting his safety on the line to stop the conflict, exhibiting great bravery in doing so.
"I want that!" said a large black man at the front of the line, whose nickname I knew was 'Big Vic', and who was developing a rap sheet of small crimes. "I'm tired of the hate. I want the peace." He dropped the tire iron he'd been carrying and came forward towards the Rev. Williams. I could see a light in the man's eyes,
the
Light of a man turning to the Christ child. I nodded, and the GOJMC members let him through. "I want to know Jesus." Big Vic said as he and Rev. Williams hugged.
"Come, let's celebrate." said Rev. Williams. Another 20 or so in the group broke off and also came through, hugging the Reverend as they were applauded by the GOJMC members.
"You're all filthy traitors to your race!" yelled Dr. Lionel Carmela, his face red with rage under his unkempt massive black beard. He turned and said "Get them! Especially that kike Troy!"
"Hold on!" growled a voice behind me. It was Sheriff Griswold, who came up and stood between me and Tanya. "Even if you could deputize these people, Nance, which I doubt, that just puts them under my control. I am the supreme law enforcement authority in this County, and they answer to me, not you! And I'm telling you all to stand down, or I'll have all of you arrested."
"Don't listen to that old bastard!" yelled Nance. "You listen to ME!"
"May I join this party, Commander?" I heard a woman's voice say. It was FBI Special Agent Tracy Stone. She had come up and was standing next to me, and her eyes were unwaveringly fixed upon her target: the odious Dr. Lionel Carmela.
"By all means, Ms. Stone." I replied, then tapped my crowbar in my hand as I said loudly: "But be advised... we are not making arrests tonight. Any of these thugs that survive will be taken into the Hospital... for treatment of their hideous injuries."
The combination of Joy's message, several thugs joining us, the Sheriff's words putting Nance's authority and actions into question, and being outnumbered and about to take a massive crowbar beatdown, caused a large number of the red-shirted people to begin peeling off and heading back towards the road. Some of the green-shirted thugs stayed, wanting the fight, but Carmela's aides encircled him and started nudging him away.
"I swear to God I'll have your asses in prison!" yelled Nance, shaking his fist in impotent rage at us.
"You swear to
Who?
" I fired back. Ripples of laughter coursed through the GOJMC members as Nance retreated in disgust... and the shame of failure.
"Stand down!" I called out. "And thank you for standing with Commander Muscone and me tonight." As we went back into the ring that the bikers maintained, the most very timely music of Mannheim Steamroller's 'God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen' began playing, and the many hundreds in the audience began dancing to it.
After that, Teresa, having reclaimed her microphone from little Joy, said "They tried to stop us last year, too! But one man stopped them then, and he stopped them again tonight!"
The crowd roared, then Teresa continued: "I happen to know that Commander Don Troy likes this song. So I'm dedicating this to him, with our thanks for him standing up to Evil like he Iron Crowbar he is!"
The crowd roared again, and Teresa began exhibiting her beautiful voice by singing the lyrics of "Do You Hear What I Hear?" And it did remind me of the year before, hearing the notes and seeing the lights of the Town and the stars in the Heavens seeming to blink in time with it...
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The rest of the concert progressed smoothly. International rap superstar T-Square sang 'Little Drummer Boy' as Booker T. Washington High School's renowned Drum Corps marched and played in a spectacular display of choreography. Then his sister Paulina Patterson joined him in a rousing rendition of 'God Bless America', followed by the Handicapable Veterans Choir singing 'Battle Hymn of the Republic'.
And it seemed like time had passed in the blink of an eye as the Cancer Kids and Alice came out to perform the Transiberian Orchestra's arrangement of Pachabel's 'Christmas Canon':
This night, we pray
Our lives, will show
This dream, he had
Each child, still knows...
And afterwards, those Cancer Kids that did not do so before rushed up to Alice and participated in another group hug with her.
Next to last was 'O Holy Night' by Teresa, the Cancer Kids, and Alice on violin standing by Teresa. I heard Carole tell Teresa's Aunt Clarissa "This is gonna be awesome sauce!"