Signs of the trouble have been evident for a while. People need to be aware of the dangers, and learn from the warning signs that we find in 20th-century history.
In the interest of making people aware of 20th-century dangers, here's an excerpt from my 2007 novel, Glass half-Full.
In chapter 22, detectives detectives Derek Trent and Lee Nguyen are questioning a suspect, Barney Bluntell, about a slue of recent crimes in the D.C. metro area:
Trent’s eyes narrowed. Again, he stuck his face right into the other man’s. “Tell me something, Barney. Why were you out trying to knock up a nice Jewish girl instead being at home with your wife? Why? Was it personal? Or is there something going on with this list between you and Moa Grindell? Let me tell you something. We’ve been to Mo’s place. We know about the Fascist bullshit that he’s feeding on and propagating. We know about the porno, the methamphetamines, the snuff films.”
Then Barney spoke seriously, looking right at the intimidator. “You’ve got the wrong man. I’ve stayed away from the IEDs. I’ve got nothing to do with them.”
Derrick Trent sat down, poured himself half a glass of water. He looked at the prisoner, but didn’t say anything.
Nguyen spoke calmly to the prisoner. “If you’ve got no direct connection to the bombings, you can prove it now by revealing the identities of the bombers.”
“I didn’t say I know who it is.”
“Okay. Put it this way. What do you know about the bombings?”
“You make this out to be like some kind of crime syndicate or something,” said the prisoner, defensively. “It’s not. We’re trying to bring this country back to its roots.”
Nguyen and Trent were stunned by the improbability of this statement. Trent started to speak. Nguyen quickly set his hand on Trent’s arm, motioning for silence. The two of them looked with askance at the strange man who sat at the table in front of them. But Barney Bluntell looked lost, as if he were a deer in headlights. His deep-set eyes, encircled with flaps of dark skin, betrayed a flash of eccentricity, or even schizophrenia. He was tottering on a decision to speak or clam up.
Nguyen decided to risk tipping the balance with a serious question. “Barney, what roots are you trying to bring this country back to?”
“This country has a history of decent people, white people, who can make it run right without interference from the communists and Jews who’ve taken it over.”
Trent gave a low whistle and shook his head. He was trying to respond to the statement with a reasonable rebuttal, but could think of nothing right away.
But Nguyen spoke, calmly. “And did these decent, white people keep a list of young women and then rape them?”
“Women have to know their place. If men don’t keep them in their place, then other men have to rise up and set things right.”
“By raping them?” Trent was incredulous, getting irate. Nguyen touched his arm again, signaling restraint. He wanted to ask another question, prime the pump, get to the source of this perversity. He probed further:
“So, are you going to put these women in their place?”
“You’re damned right.” Barney was on the soap box now, showing his true colors, almost unaware of his prisoner status, lecturing the cops on what would have to be done to get society straightened out.
“And how did you know who these women are…the ones that need to be put in their place?”
“It’s the Jewish women. They started the whole thing. Now its infecting everybody. The men don’t know how to handle their women. They’ve fucked everything up. The Jews started communism. Marx and Lenin were Jews. You know that, don’t you?”
Now Nguyen thought he’d take a chance. “Is that why you bombed the Holocaust Memorial?”"
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