NECKLACE OF PINK DOLPHIN TEETH

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Working, living, loving, and dying in the third world - FIELD NOTES from November 12, 2009.

Walking into the small house with the dirt floors, I shouted my presence. The house faced west and was at the town's edge on the south side of a sandy, red dirt road. A female voice answered from another part of the house. She was 41 years old and had three children. Some years earlier, the local police declared her husband's death an accident. I never thought his death was an accident, and I will always believe that someone murdered him. He was someone I knew well and liked immensely. While in the United States, I heard of his death.

I frequently stayed in the City of Punchana, which is the capital of the Punchana District in the Maynas Province of the Loreto Region in northeastern Peru. Located in the Peruvian Amazon Jungle, this neighborhood is in the suburb of Iquitos, Peru. It is located on the fork of the Amazon and the Nanay Rivers. The house I stay in is typical of native homes. It is a large open building as most native houses are, except that smaller rooms were made by using woven palm frond dividers to separate the open space. Once inside and straight ahead of the front door, a divider opened into a small front bedroom. The open doorway was private only by a hanging bed sheet. The living room area is the main part of the house and can be accessed through a second door on the right. This room and the kitchen area all ran together. A small propane-powered cooking stove is set against the south wall of the kitchen area. On the east side of the room were six small white stools, and a wooden table. A five-gallon bucket full of clean water and a large, blue, plastic bowl used to wash dishes sat atop a small wooden table. A palm frond divider also divided this room. Two beds, one facing the other along with a cardboard box used for storing clothes, were the only furnishings. Large gossamer mosquito tents, looking like woven cobwebs, hung from bamboo stringers over each bed. There was a small bedroom outside this room, where the two youngest boys slept. A storage structure with three single shelves set against one wall of the kitchen. It held a dozen mismatched plates, an array of different size drinking glasses, and at least one fork, knife, and spoon for each member of the family. The guest was always given the best of the eating utensils, with younger members of the family having to eat later.      

The back door was reached by a clay step and a split-level back room. At the far end of the house was a bedroom with a single bed against the north wall. The divider was made of palm fronds and split wooden slats. A single cloth door divided this room from the main house. A heavy wooden back door opened onto a shed-type porch where a worn wooden bench was attached to the saw lumber and slat boards that made up the outside back wall of the house.      

A couple of wash basins and a bar of soap set atop the thick wooden shelf. Toothbrushes hung from nails hammered into the wall. Clean rainwater ran directly off the tin roof of the house and spilled into a rusting 55-gallon barrel. This water was used for personal hygiene. I always found pouring cool water over your body with a metal water dipper from the barrel most stimulating. The water always felt frigid for a moment. There was no indoor sanitary plumbing as a well-worn path led out across the backyard. A small, falling hovel that served as an outhouse.      

Entering the house, I shouted out for Mamita, whom I hoped was home. I used the most endearing term Mamita for Mother. She answered in Spanish, indicating that she was in the kitchen area. Upon walking through the house, I found her seated at the dinner table with three people. Two men were both eating. The man appeared to be in his mid-twenties, with a young woman beside him who looked like she was in her late teens or early twenties. A small stainless steel frying pan set atop the propane stove’s open flame, and a piece of chicken sizzling in the greased pan while a small amount of rice that I assumed had been left over from breakfast heated in another dish. Mamita introduced me to the elderly gentleman, but not the two young ones. The man, her father, was a shaman from Requena, a city 130 miles down the Amazon River from Iquitos. Mamita said the older man was her father and had come to visit for the day. I had heard of the man numerous times, but I had never met him. I spoke to him and was surprised that he knew who I was. He was a short, stocky man of medium weight and looked young for his age. A full head of curly dark-colored hair. He wore a pair of long pants, a checked blue and white short-sleeve shirt, sandals, and necklaces made up of beads, teeth, plant seeds, and a few assorted feathers.

Mamita said he had taught her all she knew of plant medicines and the healing effects of the rainforest. She was known in the community as a “Bruja” (brew-ha) or witch. Being referred to as a Bruja is not a bad name, as she processes powers that I sometimes find hard to explain. She has a vast knowledge of leaves, plants, trees, and other medicinal herbs that abound in the jungle.      

I left and went to the bedroom, where I retrieved four cheap pocket knives from my backpack before returning to the kitchen. I placed the knives on the tabletop and sat across from her father. I knew his last name was “Aguila” in Spanish, which meant “Eagle” in English.      

I had purchased a couple of dozen small, inexpensive single-bladed folding pocket knives made in China before leaving the United States. Half of the knives had an eagle embossed into the plastic handle scales. I asked him if he wanted one of the knives, and he quickly picked out a folder with an eagle’s effigy on the handle. I asked him with a smile if he'd like a few more knives to gift to someone else. His face lit up, and he immediately handed one to each of the two young people seated at the table. He thanked me again, putting a second Eagle folder into his pants pocket. We sat and talked before I went to a nearby small store to buy a local soft drink called Inca Kola.      

I poured everyone a glass of Inca Kola, sat at the table, and listened to the conversation. The visitors enjoyed plates of recooked chicken and rice. Night fell swiftly as we discussed the jungle, his family's origin, and their tribe. He told me that he was from a tribe that called themselves Colombianos. Colombianos Indians or people who the country of Colombia was named after, he added.        

Before they left for the night, I watched her father talking to his daughter before walking over to me. He had a gift for me but needed to caution me about its powers before I accepted it. He removed a necklace from around his neck. He placed the toothy adornment around my neck in what seemed to bring much amazement to his young proteges that were traveling with him.      

Mamita looked surprised and covered her mouth. His instructions were solemn and straightforward about wearing a necklace of pink dolphin teeth. He turned toward his daughter and quickly admonished her to impress upon me the gravity of this talisman of Pink Dolphin teeth that now hung around my neck before leaving the house with the others.      

After a few minutes, I examined the teeth on the necklace. They reminded me of jaw teeth from a dog or coyote, but more delicate.      

While Mamita was watching them, her younger niece entered. Her name was Illiana, and she was my girlfriend. She came to the table, spoke to her aunt, and reached over and kissed her on the cheek. Mamita explained to her niece that her father gave me a necklace of pink dolphin teeth. Her niece, who was in her mid-twenties, became very nervous and began speaking rapidly in Spanish to her aunt. I caught only a few words like 'peligrosos and mortales' which meant dangerous and deadly in English. The two women sat across the table from me and began telling me a story. They claimed that the necklace could only be worn constantly by someone with strong spiritual or magical abilities, like the renowned shaman. Mamita related that he had told her to make sure that I did not wear the necklace when I slept. Both of them knew the legend. There was a benevolent spirit that was in the necklace and it would kill me if I fell asleep with it around my neck. I smiled and laughed slightly at their superstition.  

Both women became solemn and concerned about my attitude. “Do not go to sleep with the necklace on,” they both scolded me emotionally.   

“Please, do not go to sleep with the necklace on,” my girlfriend begged. “It is very powerful medicine, and you do not understand ---- the spirit, it will kill you if you go to sleep with it around your neck.”    

I hunched my shoulders and shook my head with an off-hand promise to remove the necklace before bed. Thinking back, I believe I made that promise more to placate their superstition than anything else. It was nearing eight o’clock at night and with the sun down, the air cooled to a sweltering eighty-five or ninety. It was a beautiful evening, late summer, hot, humid, and oh-so-romantic along the promenade that laced itself along the riverfront.

The three of us took a jungle taxi to go out for dinner. We rode the taxi downtown, where we were going to eat dinner. We stopped at a small restaurant whose chairs and tables flowed out onto the white marble walkway. The breeze off the Amazon River was refreshing; the beer was cold and Mamita’s niece kept telling me what a great kisser I was. Life was good. What more could one ask for?      

We returned home and, I explained I was tired and going to bed. In reality, I think I had too much beer and the heat got to me. The Amazon Rain Forest has a unique combination of heat and humidity. I love it, but it takes about thirty days to acclimate to the heat. My bed was at the back of the house, close to the porch. I had purchased an electric fan at the market downtown when I arrived a few days earlier, and my mother always made sure that it was in my room when I slept. In the front bedroom, the women watched TV as the boys were out. I lay down stripped to my sleeping shorts, pulled the mosquito netting over my bed, and tucked the loose edges under my mattress; you learn the tricks quickly to keep the bloodsuckers out. I had turned the fan on the lowest setting, and it moved the silken sheets of finely woven cotton in repetitive folds like a flag in a stiff breeze.      

Darkness filled my dreams as I slowly woke up. It was as if I were paralyzed as I watched a boiling cloud of black soot forming above my bed. I saw my body on the mattress and sensed a presence in the room. I was jolted back into my body when I turned to see what was behind me. Something was tightening around my neck, choking me every so slowly, like a snake coiling around my chest. It constricted every so tightly around my neck. I tried to call out, to scream for help. I am not sure if I am dreaming, but I am unable to wake up, shout out or move. Something massive, powerful, and terrifying was pushing me into the bed and squeezing the life from my chest. My heart began to burn; I felt hot; sweat poured from every pore, soaking the sheet and mattress I lay on. Terrified at what was happening, once more I tried to shout out. I knew I was yelling, but I could not hear my voice. I was becoming desperate for a breath; I thrash about before feeling the tightness around my neck loosened so very slightly. After a pause, it crushed me again. That split instant was all I needed. I scream, I think, or maybe I cried out in udder anguish for something, someone, anyone, to help me.      

I began to fade in and out, as breathing became even more challenging; I heard distant voices shouting. It was the voices of women, wailing, screaming out to someone, or something. Then I felt hands on my body as they clawed and pulled at my arms that crossed my chest as I clenched my hands around my neck. Pulling my hands down from my throat, my mother grabbed the cord that hung loosely around my neck and pulled on it hard, breaking the cord that held the teeth. The necklace gave way from around my head, and instantly I was awake, gasping for breath. Confused, I pushed myself up on one elbow and took a deep breath. It was then I realized how truly wet the sheets, mattress, and my body were from perpetration.      

My mother and my girlfriend were both shouting at me. Mamita held the pieces of the necklace in her hand, shaking it wildly at me all the time, speaking in Spanish so rapidly I could not understand. Lilly also joined in on the Newt bashing as she seemed to be repeating some of the same rhetoric as her aunt. The Spanish word ‘idiota’ was being thrown around quite loosely in more than one sentence.

Mamita’s eyes were tear-filled as she shouted. "Remember when I told you not to wear that necklace to bed?" she asked. “It will kill you, my son,” she scolded in a harsh voice before quickly turning and rushing from the room with the necklace in her hand.    

Lilly came back into the room with a wet washcloth and began to wipe the cold, damp rag over my forehead and chest, cooling me down. Once I was calm and cool, she crawled under the mosquito net with me, and I whispered, “Thank you,” before kissing her.    

She spoke only one word. “Rico.”    

~Newt Livesay

I still don't know if there's a curse on wearing Pink Dolphin teeth while sleeping. However, I have never laced them around my neck again. They're boxed and stored, never to see the sun again.

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500 WORD WRITING PROMPT

JUST FOR FUN- 

The sailing ship writing prompt called for 500 words.  My small entry was 537 words. 

Chapter 1

The sun climbed slowly out of the Atlantic Ocean East of Norfolk Navy Shipyard. A fog that had laid over the area like a death-shroud began to fade. In the bay, a Sloop-of-War named the USS Mannford sat moored to the dock.  She was 225 feet long, with a beam of 44 feet at the waterline. She displaced 2,900 tons and was powered by a steam-engine and a sail rigging that helped her slice through the briny at a surface speed of 13.5 knots or about 16 miles per hour.

With a compliment of 310 men, her range was essentially unlimited. Armament consisted of 20, 9" Dahlgren smoothbore cannons that were backed up by 4 rifled-barrel 20-pounders.  She was commissioned on June 14th, 1859.  Little did the crew and her officers know but very soon she would play a major roll in the greatest and most tragic civil war in American history.

A guard holding a long-barrelled Joslyn rifle snapped stiffly coming to attention as an officer stepped from below deck.  

  

The young boatswain's mate saw the Captain as well. Coming to attention he shouted, "Officer on deck."  

  

Lieutenant Grafton, the officer on deck turned towards the tall man he also came to attention, "Good morning Captain."

"Ensign," The tall silver-haired man said.

A young boy of eleven or twelve came up from behind the senior officer. "Sir," he said extending a tray with a cup of hot coffee. "Your coffee sir."

The man nodded his approval. Taking the cup in his hand before raising it to his lips. He blew a breath across the dark brew before taking a sip. "Thank you, Davie.  My compliments to the galley, " he said.

"Thank you, sir, " the young boy snapped giving a smart salute, he spun on his heel before disappearing down a hatch.

The ship's master took another sip from the cup before setting his cup on the 'gun-wale' he took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the cool sea air. "Beautiful morning isn't it Ensign?"

Lieutenant Grafton stood at ease with his hand behind his back. A thin smile broke the corners of his mouth, "Aye, Captain. Beautiful morning sir, "

The tall silver hair man searchingly gazed out into the fog. Wrapped his hand around the warm porcelain cup.  "Stand ready to make way Mister Grafton," he ordered taking another drink.

Lieutenant Grafton came to attention and answered briskly,  "Aye Aye sir."  Turning to seaman standing off to one side of him he spoke sharply.  "Boatswain's mate, play us a tune, " he ordered.  

  

The boatswain's mate put his pipe to his lips and began blowing a series of shrill notes.  As if a small boy had kicked an anthill, men instantly poured from below deck out of every hole and doorway.  Some ran across the deck grabbing lines that were lashed to a bit post. Some scrambled into the rigging.  

  

"Weigh the anchor, Mister Grafton."

"Aye, Aye sir, " he answered before shouting out, "Weigh the anchor."

As the anchor cleared the water he looked forward and shouted, "Heave the front Hawsers," he ordered before turning to the aft. "Heave the rear Hawsers.  Hand over fist lads."

"Make Ready to trim the sheet, Ensign,"

"Aye, Aye Sir. Aloft," Grafton shouted. Men scrambled upwards into the lines, disappearing into the fog above.

This is a REPOSTING of a intel-briefing eMail FYI

BRIEFING CLASSIFICATION:  NOT RESTRICTED – OPEN SOURCE INTELLIGENCE//OSINT

                            SELECTIVE DISTRIBUTION –

SUBJECT OF BRIEFING:            Scenario creating American Cities exploding in violence

FOR YOUR ANALYSIS AND CONSIDERATION:

 The very real possibility now exists for civil unrest at levels not previously seen in America.  The riots and political marches of the late 1960’s will pale in comparison to what is now feared to be imminent.  Mentioned below is a step-by-step diagram explaining concerns for such a scenario.  With the advent of the Republican National Convention in Cleveland, Ohio later this month and the Democrat National Convention a couple of weeks later, both events are now actively targeted by combined Marxist/anti-American groups who have communicated their intent to bring chaos to the cities and surrounding areas of the sites hosting these political conventions.  The stated goal of at least 85 identified anarchist groups is to bring a collapse of the governmental, political, and social structures of this country.  Make no mistake, various intelligence reveals a most serious, even alarming, rise in coordinated communication, administration and logistics with anarchist groups from across the country now combining strengths and centering on the coming two national political conventions.  The discussion below is very worth your time and attention.  Vigilance alone may not prove sufficient to counter the pervasive patterns of deliberate and coordinated hysteria.  Self-protection along with planning for evasion should also become part of your personal inventory.

 The very real possibility now exists that planned riots will occur in multiple cities simultaneously.  The national political conventions may be flash points for the beginning of such unrest continuing to the national election in November.  One intercepted communication by and between anarchist groups’ talks about preventing the national election or at least seriously hampering such, thereby, skewing the results towards Clinton and the continuation of the Obama methods to bring America into the New-World Order with absolute economic, military, cultural, and foundational collapse. 

 Lyle J. Rapacki,Ph.D.

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 LYLE J. RAPACKI, Ph.D.

Protective Intelligence and Assessment Specialist

 Consultant at Behavioral Analysis and Threat Assessment

 Private-Sector Intelligence Analyst

 U.S. Border Intelligence Group

 ASIS International

 Association For Intelligence Officers

 Association of Threat Assessment Professionals – Arizona ATAP

 International Association Law Enforcement Intelligence Analysts

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Bracken: When the Music Stops – How America’s Cities May Explode in Violence:

 From Matt Bracken <http://www.enemiesforeignanddomestic.com/> :

In response to recent articles in mainstream military journals discussing the use of the U.S. Army to quell insurrections on American soil <http://smallwarsjournal.com/jrnl/art/full-spectrum-operations-in-the-homeland-a-%E2%80%9Cvision%E2%80%9D-of-the-future> , I offer an alternate vision of the future. Instead of a small town in the South as the flash point, picture instead a score of U.S. cities in the thrall of riots greater than those experienced in Los Angeles in 1965 (Watts <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Watts_Riots> ), multiple cities in 1968 (MLK assassination <http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/ops/king-riots.htm> ), and Los Angeles again in 1992 (Rodney King <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1992_Los_Angeles_riots> ). New Yorkers can imagine the 1977 blackout looting <http://www.wired.com/science/discoveries/news/2007/07/dayintech_0713>  or the 1991 Crown Heights disturbance <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crown_Heights_riot> . In fact, the proximate spark of the next round of major riots in America could be any from a long list cribbed from our history.

 We have seen them all before, and we shall see them all again as history rhymes along regardless of the century or the generation of humankind nominally in control of events. But the next time we are visited by widespread, large-scale urban riots, a dangerous new escalation may be triggered by a fresh vulnerability: It’s estimated that the average American home has less than two weeks of food on hand. In poor minority areas, it may be much less <http://www.marigallagher.com/site_media/dynamic/project_files/Chicago_Food_Desert_Report.pdf> . What if a cascading economic crisis, even a temporary one, leads to millions of EBT (electronic benefit transfer <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electronic_Benefit_Transfer> ) cards flashing nothing but ERROR? This could also be the result of deliberate sabotage by hackers, or other technical system failures. Alternatively, the government might pump endless digits into the cards in a hopeless attempt to outpace future hyperinflation. The government can order the supermarkets to honor the cards, and it can even set price controls, but history’s verdict is clear: If suppliers are paid only with worthless scrip or blinking digits, the food will stop.

STEP ONE: FLASH MOB LOOTING

In my scenario, the initial riots begin spontaneously across affected urban areas, as SNAP (supplemental nutrition assistance program <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supplemental_Nutrition_Assistance_Program> ) and other government welfare recipients learn that their EBT cards no longer function. This sudden revelation will cause widespread anger, which will quickly lead to the flash-mob looting of local supermarkets and other businesses. The media will initially portray these “food riots” as at least partly justifiable. Sadly, millions of Americans have been made largely, or even entirely, dependent on government wealth transfer payments to put food on their tables.

A new social contract has been created, where bread and circuses buy a measure of peace in our minority-populated urban zones. In the era of ubiquitous big-screen cable television, the internet and smart phones, the circus part of the equation is never in doubt as long as the electricity flows. But the bread is highly problematic. Food must be delivered the old-fashioned way: physically. Any disruption in the normal functioning of the EBT system will lead to food riots with a speed that is astonishing. This will inevitably happen when our unsustainable, debt-fueled binge party finally stops, and the music is over. Now that the delivery of free or heavily subsidized food is perceived by tens of millions of Americans to be a basic human right, the cutoff of “their” food money will cause an immediate explosion of rage. When the hunger begins to bite, supermarkets, shops and restaurants will be looted, and initially the media will not condemn the looting. Unfortunately, this initial violence will only be the start of a dangerous escalation.

The ransacked supermarkets, convenience stores, ATMs and gas stations will not be restocked during this period due to the precarious security situation. A single truck loaded with food or gasoline would be perceived to be a Fort Knox on wheels and subject to immediate attack unless heavily protected by powerfully armed security forces, but such forces will not be available during this chaotic period. Under those conditions, resupply to the urban areas cannot and will not take place. The downward spiral of social and economic dysfunction will therefore both accelerate and spread from city to city. These delays, in turn, will lead to more riots with the constant underlying demand that hungry people be fed, one way or another.

Catch-22, anyone? When these demands do not bring the desired outcome, the participants will ratchet up the violence, hoping to force action by the feckless state and national governments.

The “food riots” will be a grass-roots movement of the moment born out of hunger and desperation. It will not be dependent upon leaders or an underlying organization, although they could certainly add to the sauce. Existing cell phone technology provides all the organization a flash mob needs. Most of the mobs will consist of minority urban youths, termed MUYs in the rest of this essay. Which minority doesn’t matter; each urban locale will come with its own unique multi-ethnic dynamic.

Some locales will divide upon religious or political lines, but they will not be the dominant factors contributing to conflict. In the American context, the divisions will primarily have an ethnic or racial context, largely because that makes it easy to sort out the sides at a safe distance. No need to check religious or political affiliation at a hundred yards when The Other is of a different color.

We Americans are all about doing things the easy way, so, sadly, visible racial and ethnic features will form the predominant lines of division.

Would that it were not so, but reality is reality, even when it’s is a bitch.

Especially then.

NEXT STEP: FLASH MOB RIOTS

In order to highlight their grievances and escalate their demands for an immediate resumption of government benefits, the MUY flash mobs will next move their activities to the borders of their ethnic enclaves. They will concentrate on major intersections and highway interchanges where non-MUY suburban commuters must make daily passage to and from what forms of employment still exist. People making a living will still be using those roads to get to where they earn their daily bread.

The results of these clashes will frequently resemble the intersection of Florence and Normandie during the Rodney King riots in 1992, where Reginald Denny was pulled out of his truck’s cab and beaten nearly to death with a cinder block. If you don’t remember it, watch it on Youtube <http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eRgaRtTURdY&feature=youtu.be> . Then imagine that scene with the mob-making accelerant of texting and other social media technology added to stoke the fires. Instead of a few dozen thugs terrorizing the ambushed intersections, in minutes there will be hundreds.

Rioters will throw debris such as shopping carts and trash cans into the intersection, causing the more timid drivers to pause. The mobs will swarm the lines of trapped cars once they have stopped. Traffic will be forced into gridlock for blocks in all directions. Drivers and passengers of the wrong ethnic persuasions will be pulled from their vehicles to be beaten, robbed, and in some cases raped and/or killed. It will be hyper-violent and overtly racial mob behavior, on a massive and undeniable basis.

Some of those trapped in their cars will try to drive out of the area, inevitably knocking down MUY pedestrians and being trapped by even more outraged MUYs. The commuters will be dragged out of their cars and kicked or beaten to death. Other suburban commuters will try to shoot their way out of the lines of stopped cars, and they will meet the same grim fate once they run out of bullets and room to escape.

The mob will be armed with everything from knives, clubs and pistols to AK-47s. A bloodbath will result. These unlucky drivers and their passengers will suffer horribly, and some of their deaths will be captured on traffic web cameras. Later, these terrible scenes will be released or leaked by sympathetic government insiders and shown by the alternative media, which continue to expand as the traditional media become increasingly irrelevant.

Implausible, you insist?

This grim tableau is my analysis of age-old human behavior patterns, adding flash mobs and 2012 levels of racial anger to the old recipe. Early-teenage MUYs today are frequently playing “The Knockout Game <http://www.americanthinker.com/2011/07/the_knockout_game_racial_violence_and_the_conspicuous_silence_of_the_media.html> ” on full bellies, just for kicks, and proudly uploading the videos. They and their older peers can be expected to do far worse when hunger and the fear of starvation enter their physical, mental, and emotional equations. The blame for their hunger will be turned outward against the greater society, and will be vented at first hand against any non-MUY who falls into their grasp while they are in the thrall of mob hysteria. These episodes of mass psychology we will refer to as “flash mob riots”, “wilding <http://www.nypost.com/p/news/local/manhattan/man_admits_shooting_in_times_square_EtV2UkFBDVuDwNaOa35g7N> ”, or some other new name.

THE OFFICIAL POLICE RESPONSE TO FLASH MOB RIOTS

To gear up for even a single “Florence and Normandie on steroids” flash mob street riot, city police departments will require an hour or longer to stage their SWAT teams and riot squads in position to react. Ordinary patrol cars in small numbers will not venture anywhere near such roiling masses of hysterical rioters, not even to perform rescues. Those citizens trapped in their cars cannot expect timely assistance from local or state authorities.

Even in the first days of widespread riots, when the police forces are well rested, it might take several hours to mount a response sufficient to quell the disturbance and restore order to even one major street intersection riot. In the meantime, scores of innocent commuters will have been attacked, with many of them injured or killed and left at the scene. It will be a law enforcement nightmare to quell the disturbance, mop up lingering rioters, restore security, and bring medical attention to the living and get medical examiners to the dead. And each jurisdiction will face potentially dozens of such scenes, thanks to the ability for MUYs to cross-communicate at will using their wireless devices.

The far more difficult challenge for the police is that by the time they are suited in riot gear, armed and geared up to sweep the intersection, it will probably be empty of rioters. The police, with their major riot squad reaction times measured in hours, will be fighting flash mobs that materialize, cause mayhem, and evaporate in only fractions of hours. This rapid cycle time is a clear lesson taken from massive riots by immigrant French Muslim MUYs in their own religious enclaves and bordering areas <http://www.weeklystandard.com/Content/Public/Articles/000/000/006/308duchp.asp> .

The American flash mob riot will exist almost entirely inside the law enforcement OODA (observe, orient, decide, act <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/OODA_loop> ) loop. In other words, the rioters will have a much quicker reaction time than the police. Until fairly recently, superior police communications meant that they could use their radio networks as a force multiplier <http://www.thefreedictionary.com/force+multiplier> . With their networking advantage and cohesive reactions both within a department and among cooperating local agencies, police could act as shepherds guiding or dispersing a wayward stampeding flock.

Today, the mob has the greater advantage, immediately spreading word of every police preparation by text and Tweet, even in advance of the police movement. Attempts by the authorities to stop the flash mobs by blocking and jamming wireless transmissions will have limited success.

It is at this point that the situation spirals out of control.

The enraged mobs in urban America will soon recognize that their spontaneous street riots cannot be stopped by the police, and then they will grow truly fearsome. For the police, it will be a losing game of Whack-a-Mole, with riots breaking out and dispersing at a speed they cannot hope to match. The violence will spread to previously unaffected cities as an awareness of law enforcement impotence is spread by television and social media. After a few days, the police forces will be exhausted and demoralized. As the violence intensifies and spreads, and in the absence of any viable security arrangements, supermarkets and other stores will not be restocked, leaving the MUYs even more desperate and angry than before. The increasing desperation born of worsening hunger will refuel the escalating spiral of violence.

Nor will violent conflict be only between the inhabitants of the urban areas and the suburbs. The international record of conflict in tri-ethnic cities is grim, making the old bi-racial dichotomy formerly seen in America seem stable by comparison. In tri-ethnic cities the perceived balance of power is constantly shifting, with each side in turn feeling outnumbered and outmuscled. Temporary truces, betrayals and new alliances follow in rapid succession, removing any lingering sense of social cohesion.

The former Yugoslavia, with its Catholic, Orthodox and Muslim divisions, comes starkly to mind <http://www.icty.org/sid/322> . The Lebanese Civil War between the Christians, Sunnis, Shiites and Druze raged across Beirut (at one time known as “The Paris of the Middle East”) for fifteen brutal year <http://www.ghazi.de/civwar.html> s. Once a city turns on itself and becomes a runaway engine of self-destruction, it can be difficult to impossible to switch off the process and return to normal pre-conflict life. It’s not inconceivable that the United States could produce a dozen Sarajevos or Beiruts, primarily across racial instead of religious divides.

Vehicle traffic by non-minority suburban commuters through adjoining minority areas will virtually halt, wrecking what is left of the local economy. Businesses will not open because employees will not be able to travel to work safely. Businesses in minority areas, needless to say, will be looted. “Gentrified” enclaves of affluent suburbanites within or near the urban zones will suffer repeated attacks, until their inhabitants flee.

Radically disaffected minorities will hold critical infrastructure corridors through their areas hostage against the greater society. Highways, railroad tracks, pipe and power lines will all be under constant threat, or may be cut in planned or unplanned acts of raging against “the system.” As long as security in the urban areas cannot be restored, these corridors will be under threat. Even airports will not be immune. Many of them have been absorbed into urban areas, and aircraft will come under sporadic fire while taking off and landing.

In the absence of fresh targets of value blundering into their areas, and still out of food, MUYs will begin to forage beyond their desolated home neighborhoods and into suburban borderlands. “Safe” supermarkets and other stores will be robbed in brazen commando-like gang attacks. Carjackings and home invasions will proliferate madly. As I have discussed in my essay “The Civil War Two Cube <http://westernrifleshooters.blogspot.com/2010/07/bracken-cw2-cube-mapping-meta-terrain.htm> ,” so-called “transitional” and mixed-ethnic areas will suffer the worst violence. These neighborhoods will become utterly chaotic killing zones, with little or no help coming from the overstretched police, who will be trying to rest up for their next shift on riot squad duty, if they have not already deserted their posts to take care of their own families.

THE SUBURBAN ARMED VIGILANTE RESPONSE

In the absence of an effective official police response to the exploding levels of violence, suburbanites will first hastily form self-defense forces to guard their neighborhoods—especially ones located near ethnic borders. These ubiquitous neighborhood armed defense teams will often have a deep and talented bench from which to select members, and they will not lack for volunteers.

Since 9-11, hundreds of thousands of young men (and more than a few women) have acquired graduate-level educations in various aspects of urban warfare. In the Middle East these troops were frequently tasked with restoring order to urban areas exploding in internecine strife. Today these former military men and women understand better than anyone the life-or-death difference between being armed and organized versus unarmed and disorganized.

Hundreds of thousands if not millions of veterans currently own rifles strikingly similar to those they carried in the armed forces, lacking only the full-automatic selector switch. Their brothers, sisters, parents, friends, and neighbors who did not serve in the military are often just as familiar with the weapons, if not the tactics. Today the AR-pattern rifle (the semi-automatic civilian version of the familiar full-auto-capable M-16 or M-4) is the most popular model of rifle in America, with millions sold in the past decade. Virtually all of them produced in the past decade have abandoned the old M-16’s signature “carrying handle” rear iron sight for a standardized sight mounting rail, meaning that virtually every AR sold today can be easily equipped with an efficient optical sight. Firing the high-velocity 5.56×45 mm cartridge and mounted with a four-power tactical sight, a typical AR rifle can shoot two-inch groups at one hundred yards when fired from a steady bench rest. That translates to shooting eight- to ten-inch groups at four hundred yards.

Four hundred yards is a long walk. Pace it off on a straight road, and observe how tiny somebody appears at that distance. Yet a typical AR rifle, like those currently owned by millions of American citizens, can hit a man-sized target at that range very easily, given a stable firing platform and a moderate level of shooting ability.

And there are a far greater number of scoped bolt-action hunting rifles in private hands in the United States. Keep this number in mind: based on deer stamps sold, approximately twenty million Americans venture into the woods every fall armed with such rifles, fully intending to shoot and kill a two-hundred-pound mammal. Millions of these scoped bolt-action deer rifles are quite capable of hitting a man-sized target at ranges out to and even beyond a thousand yards, or nearly three-fifths of a mile. In that context, the 500-yard effective range of the average semi-auto AR-pattern rifle is not at all remarkable.

So, we have millions of men and women with military training, owning rifles similar to the ones they used in combat operations overseas from Vietnam to Afghanistan. Many of these Soldiers and Marines have special operations training. They are former warriors with experience at conducting irregular warfare and counter-terrorism operations in dangerous urban environments. They are the opposite of unthinking robots: their greatest military talent is looking outside the box for new solutions. They always seek to “over-match” their enemies, using their own advantages as force multipliers while diminishing or concealing their weaknesses. These military veterans are also ready, willing and able to pass on their experience and training to interested students in their civilian circles.

Let’s return to our hypothetical Florence and Normandie intersection, but this time with hundreds of rioters per city block, instead of mere dozens. Among the mobs are thugs armed with pistols and perhaps even AK-47s equipped with standard iron sights, and except in rare cases, these rifles have never been “zeroed in” on a target range. In other words, past a medium distance of fifty to a hundred yards, these MUY shooters will have little idea where their fired bullets will strike—nor will they care. Typically, most of the rioters armed with a pistol, shotgun or an iron-sighted rifle could not hit a mailbox at a hundred yards unless by luck. Inside that distance, any non-MUY could be at immediate risk of brutal death at the hands of an enraged mob, but beyond that range, the mob will pose much less danger.

Taking this imbalance in effective ranges of the firearms most likely to be available to both sides, certain tactical responses are sure to arise, and ranking near the top will be the one described next.

THE SNIPER AMBUSH: THE NEW TACTIC OF CHOICE

The sniper ambush will predictably be used as a counter to rampaging mobs armed only with short- to medium-range weapons. This extremely deadly trick was developed by our war fighters in Iraq and Afghanistan, taking advantage of the significant effective range and firepower of our scoped 5.56mm rifles. Tactics such as the sniper ambush may not be seen early in the civil disorder, but they will surely arise after a steady progression of atrocities attributed to rampaging MUYs.

Street intersection flash mob riots will not be the only type of violence exploding during periods of civil disorder. As mentioned earlier, the number and ferocity of home invasions will skyrocket, and they will be very hard to defend against. Neighborhood self-defense forces will be able to protect a group of homes if they are located on cul-de-sacs or in defensible subdivisions with limited entrances, turning them overnight into fortified gated communities. Individual homes and apartment buildings located in open grid-pattern neighborhoods with outside access from many directions will be much more difficult to defend, and the home invasions will continue.

Carjacking and other forms of armed robbery will proliferate to previously unimagined levels, leading to a total loss of confidence in the government’s ability to provide security across all social lines. Stray bullets striking pedestrians or penetrating houses will take a frightening toll, even in areas previously considered to be safe. The police will be exhausted by constant riot-squad duty, and will not even respond to reports of mere individual acts of violent criminality. They will simply be overwhelmed, and will be forced to triage their responses. The wealthy, powerful and politically well-connected will demand the lion’s share of remaining police resources, further diminishing the safety of average Americans.

In that context, neighborhood self-defense forces will form the nucleus of the armed vigilante direct action groups which will spring up next in the progression. Suburban anger will continue to build against the MUYs, who are perceived to be the originators of the home invasions and gang-level armed looting raids. Survivors of street ambushes, carjackings and home invasions will tell blood-curdling tales and show horrific scars.

The neighborhood defense teams will evolve into proactive suburban armed vigilante groups (SAVs) out of a desire to preemptively take the violence to their perceived enemies, instead of passively waiting for the next home invasion or carjacking. The SAV teams will consist of the more aggressive and gung-ho members of the self-defense forces, who met and compared notes. Often they will be young men with recent combat experience in the armed forces, who will apply their military training to the new situation. Major intersections and highway interchanges where ambush riots have previously occurred will be among the SAV targets. The SAV reaction times will be measured in minutes, compared to the hours required by major police department SWAT teams and riot squads.

A SAMPLE SNIPER AMBUSH SCENARIO

When word is received that a flash mob is forming at one of their pre-reconnoitered intersections or highway interchanges, the SAV team will assemble. Sometimes cooperating police will pass tactical intel to their civilian friends on the outside. Some clever individuals will have exploited their technical know-how and military experience to build real-time intel collection tools, such as private UAVs <http://diydrones.com/> . Police will have access to urban security camera footage showing MUYs moving barricade materials into position—a normal prerequisite to a flash mob riot intended to stop traffic. Tip-offs to the vigilantes will be common, and where the networks are still functioning, citizens may still be able to access some video feeds. Sometimes, police will even join the SAV teams, incognito and off-duty, blurring the teams into so-called “death squads.”

The operation I will describe (and it’s only one of dozens that will be tried) uses two ordinary pickup trucks and eight fighters. Two riflemen are lying prone in the back of each truck, facing rearward, with removable canvas covers concealing their presence. Their semi-automatic, scoped rifles are supported at their front ends on bipods for very accurate shooting. A row of protective sandbags a foot high is between them and the raised tailgate.

In the cab are a driver and a spotter in the passenger seat who also serves as the vehicle’s 360-degree security. The two trucks don’t ever appear on the same stretch of road, but coordinate their movements using one-word brevity codes over small FRS walkie-talkie radios <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Family_Radio_Service> . Each truck has a series of predetermined elevated locations where the intersection in question will lie between 200 and 500 yards away. Each truck is totally nondescript and forgettable, the only detail perhaps being the non-MUY ethnicity of the suburbanite driver and spotter driving relatively near to a riot in progress.

By the time the two SAV pickup trucks arrive at their firing positions on different streets and oriented ninety degrees to one another, the flash mob riot is in full swing. A hundred or more of the rampaging youths are posturing and throwing debris into traffic in order to intimidate some cars into stopping. The riflemen in the backs of the pickups are waiting for this moment and know what to expect, trusting their spotters and drivers to give them a good firing lane. The spotters in each truck issue a code word on their radios when they are in final position. The tailgates are swung down, and the leader among the riflemen initiates the firing. All-around security is provided by the driver and spotter.

Lying prone and using their bipods for support, the shooters have five to ten degrees of pan or traverse across the entire intersection. Individual rioters are clearly visible in the shooters’ magnified optical scopes. Each of the four snipers has a plan to shoot from the outside of the mob toward the middle, driving participants into a panicked mass. The left-side shooters start on the left side and work to the middle, engaging targets with rapid fire, about one aimed shot per two seconds. Since the two trucks are set at ninety degrees to one another, very complete coverage will be obtained, even among and between the stopped vehicles.

The result is a turkey shoot. One magazine of thirty aimed shots per rifle is expended in under a minute, a coded cease-fire is called on the walkie-talkies, and the trucks drive away at the speed limit. The canvas covering the truck beds contains the shooters’ spent brass. If the trucks are attacked from medium or close range, the canvas can be thrown back and the two snipers with their semi-automatic rifles or carbines will add their firepower to that of the driver and spotter.

Back at the intersection, complete panic breaks out among the rioters as a great number of bullets have landed in human flesh. Over a score have been killed outright, and many more scream in pain for medical attention they will not receive in time. The sniper ambush stops the flash mob cold in its tracks as the uninjured flee in terror, leaving their erstwhile comrades back on the ground bleeding. The commuters trapped in their vehicles may have an opportunity to escape.

This type of sniper ambush and a hundred variations on the theme will finally accomplish what the police could not: put an end to mobs of violent rioters making the cities through-streets and highways impassible killing zones. Would-be rioters will soon understand it to be suicidal to cluster in easily visible groups and engage in mob violence, as the immediate response could come at any time in the form of aimed fire from hundreds of yards away. Even one rifleman with a scoped semi-auto can break up a medium-sized riot.

Many citizens will take to carrying rifles and carbines in their vehicles, along with their pistols, so that if their cars are trapped in an ambush they will have a chance to fight their way out. If their vehicle is stopped outside the immediate area of the flash mob, they will be able to direct accurate fire at the rioters from a few hundred yards away. Inside the fatal hundred-yard radius, unlucky suburbanite drivers and passengers pulled from their cars will still be brutally violated, but the occurrences of large mob-driven street ambushes will be much less frequent once long-range retaliation becomes a frequent expectation.

THE GOVERNMENT RESPONSE TO VIGILANTISM

Where they will be unable to respond swiftly or effectively to the outbreaks of street riots by MUY flash mobs, the police and federal agents will respond vigorously to the deadly but smaller vigilante attacks. These sniper ambushes and other SAV attacks will be called acts of domestic terrorism and mass murder by government officials and the mainstream media. A nearly seamless web of urban and suburban street cameras will reveal some of the SAV teams by their vehicles, facial recognition programs, and other technical means. Some early arrests will be made, but the vigilantes will adapt to increasing law enforcement pressure against them by becoming cleverer about their camouflage, most often using stolen cars and false uniforms and masks during their direct-action missions. Observe Mexico today for ideas on how this type of dirty war is fought.

Eventually, the U.S. Army itself might be called upon to put out all the social firestorms in our cities, restore order and security, pacify the angry masses, feed the starving millions, get vital infrastructure operating again, and do it all at once in a dozen American Beiruts, Sarajevos and Mogadishus.

Good luck to them, I say.

A few hundred “Active IRA” tied down thousands of British troops in one corner of a small island for decades. The same ratios have served the Taliban well over the past decade while fighting against the combined might of NATO. Set aside for a moment the angry starving millions trapped in the urban areas, and the dire security issues arising thereof. Just to consider the official reaction to vigilantism separately, it’s unlikely that any conceivable combinations of local and state police, federal law enforcement, National Guard or active-duty Army actions could neutralize or eliminate tens of thousands of former special operations troops intent on providing their own form of security. Millions of Americans are already far better armed and trained than a few hundred IRA or Taliban ever were. And the police and Army would not be operating from secure fire bases, their families living in total safety thousands of miles away in a secure rear area. In this scenario, there is no rear area, and every family member, anywhere, would be at perpetual risk of reprisal actions by any of the warring sides.

In this hyper-dangerous environment, new laws forbidding the carrying of firearms in vehicles would be ignored as the illegitimate diktat of dictatorship, just when the Second Amendment is needed more than ever. Police or military conducting searches for firearms at checkpoints would themselves become targets of vigilante snipers. Serving on anti-firearms duty would be seen as nothing but pure treason by millions of Americans who took the oath to defend the Constitution, including the Bill of Rights. Politicians who did not act in the security interest of their local constituents as a result of political correctness or other reasons would also be targeted.

A festering race war with police and the military in the middle taking fire from both sides could last for many years, turning many American cities into a living hell. Remember history: when the British Army landed in Northern Ireland in 1969, they were greeted with flowers and applause from the Catholics <http://news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/dates/stories/august/14/newsid_4075000/4075437.stm> . The Tommys were welcomed as peacekeepers who would protect them from Protestant violence. That soon changed. Likewise with our tragic misadventure in Lebanon back in 1982 and 1983 <http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/ops/usmnf.htm> . Well-intended referees often find themselves taking fire from all sides. It’s as predictable as tomorrow’s sunrise. Why would it be any different when the U.S. Army is sent to Los Angeles, Chicago or Philadelphia to break apart warring ethnic factions?

For a long time after these events, it will be impossible for the warring ethnic groups to live together or even to mingle peacefully. Too much rage and hatred will have been built up on all sides of our many American multi-ethnic fault lines. The new wounds will be raw and painful for many years to come, as they were in the South for long after the Civil War. The fracturing of the urban areas, divided by no-man’s-lands, will also hinder economic redevelopment for many years because the critical infrastructure corridors will remain insecure.

 Eventually, high concrete “Peace Walls” like those in Belfast, Northern Ireland, will be installed where the different ethnic groups live in close proximity. That is, if recovery to sane and civilized norms of behavior are ever regained in our lifetimes and we don’t slide into a new Dark Age, a stern and permanent tyranny, warlordism, anarchy, or any other dire outcome.

 Dark Ages can last for centuries, after sinking civilizations in a vicious, downward vortex. “When the music’s over, turn out the lights,” to quote Jim Morrison of The Doors. Sometimes the lights stay out for a long time. Sometimes civilization itself is lost. Millions of EBT cards flashing zeroes might be the signal event of a terrible transformation.

 It is a frightening thing to crystallize the possible outbreak of mass starvation and racial warfare into words, so that the mind is forced to confront agonizingly painful scenarios. It is much easier to avert one’s eyes and mind from the ugliness with politically correct Kumbaya bromides. In this grim essay, I am describing a brutal situation of ethnic civil war not differing much from the worst scenes from recent history in Rwanda, South Africa, Mexico, Bosnia, Iraq, and many other places that have experienced varying types and degrees of societal collapse. We all deplore the conditions that might drive us toward such a hellish outcome, and we should work unceasingly to return America to the path of true brotherhood, peace and prosperity. Race hustlers of every stripe should be condemned.

 Most of us wish we could turn back the calendar to Norman Rockwell’s America. But we cannot, for that America is water long over the dam and gone from our sight, if not from our memories. John Adams said, “Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other.” If that is true, judging by current and even accelerating cultural shifts, we might already have passed the point of no return.

 The prudent American will trim his sails accordingly.

 Matt Bracken is the author of “When The Music Stops <https://westernrifleshooters.wordpress.com/2012/09/03/bracken-when-the-music-stops-how-americas-cities-may-explode-in-violence/> ” and other essays in The Bracken Anthology <http://www.amazon.com/The-Bracken-Anthology-Matthew-ebook/dp/B00A4SCLKK> , the Enemies Foreign And Domestic trilogy <http://www.enemiesforeignanddomestic.com/> , and his latest novel, Castigo Cay <http://www.enemiesforeignanddomestic.com/index.php?page=cce> .

Bracken: When The Music Stops – How America’s Cities May Explode In Violence

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