said.
He swiveled. “Some of us do have political ambitions, of course. I think most of us are only interested in seeing the present system replaced by one more responsive to the actual needs of the electorate.”
“You’re planning a revolution,” Benny said.
“Not actively,” James said.
“Where would we get weapons?” The short man, Ray, bustled across the room to fill his cup. “You can’t fight a modern army with knives and homemade bombs.”
“Not every state has New York-style laws.”
“Sporting weapons,” Ray said. “Rifles and shotguns. Sorry, you can fight without me.”
“Well, there’s always Nevada,” Benny said. “You can buy anything from a hand laser to an atom bomb there.”
“But you can’t get it out,” James said. “The border guards are—”
“If you can buy an atom bomb, you can buy a CBI man.” I was a little surprised to see Benny talking this way.
“You seem to have given the matter some thought,” James said.
He shrugged. “Revolution is inevitable. Whether anything will come of it, I don’t know. It may depend on how prepared we are.”
“If you had proper organization,” I said, “and the support of most of the people, you might be able to do it without sophisticated weapons. That’s how the Vietnamese won.”
James laughed. “Looks like we’ve recruited a couple of fire-breathers.”
“Theory’s cheap,” Ray said, and James gave him a sharp look. “If it did come down to fighting, would you do it? Would you kill people?”
“I don’t know. The situation has never come up.” Benny touched his knife, probably an unconscious gesture. “I suspect I could kill if somebody was trying to kill me. Of course, it wouldn’t always be that way.”
Ray nodded, apparently satisfied. James shook his head, microscopically. (Suddenly I visualized what the world must look like to him when he shakes his head or nods.) “I, for one, hope it can be done without violence. None of you is old enough to remember the Second Revolution. I was ten. It was a terrible time.”
“And look what it accomplished,” Katherine said. “You men. How can you even think of… doing that again?”
The fourth man, Damon, had been sitting silently, alert He was tall and black. “Katherine. We all would prefer reform to revolution. But we can’t proscribe violence as a possible final resort. It is the State’s last resort against us.”
“Which they will only use if we provoke it,” she said.
“Please,” James said, “this is all familiar ground. Shall we get on with the week’s business?”
Katherine reported on a rally and petition drive, which she had organized but didn’t take part in physically. Ray had been in Washington for the past couple of days, where he had cultivated the friendship of the man who took care of the Senate’s steam room. He’d learned nothing beyond the level of idle gossip, but the man obviously could be an important contact some day. Damon had just come back from two weeks in Ketchikan, where he had tried to make contact with a group of non-Separatists, without any success.
Finally, James asked whether Benny and I might be willing to do some work for the organization.
“What happens if we say no?” Benny asked.
“Nothing drastic. We would ask that you not tell anyone about us, and of course we would watch you for a while. Or you may just want some time to think about it; that’s all right, too.”
“Tell me what it is you want.”
“Well, we want to take advantage of your writing skill.” He opened a briefcase and handed Benny a thick envelope. “This is stationery with the letterhead of the ‘Committee of Concerned Citizens,’ which has no members other than yourself. Be careful to handle it in such a way as not to add fingerprints to it. The fingerprints on it belong to the Swedish printer who made up the stationery, and the paper itself would be difficult to trace: it was made by an Italian firm that’s been out of
He swiveled. “Some of us do have political ambitions, of course. I think most of us are only interested in seeing the present system replaced by one more responsive to the actual needs of the electorate.”
“You’re planning a revolution,” Benny said.
“Not actively,” James said.
“Where would we get weapons?” The short man, Ray, bustled across the room to fill his cup. “You can’t fight a modern army with knives and homemade bombs.”
“Not every state has New York-style laws.”
“Sporting weapons,” Ray said. “Rifles and shotguns. Sorry, you can fight without me.”
“Well, there’s always Nevada,” Benny said. “You can buy anything from a hand laser to an atom bomb there.”
“But you can’t get it out,” James said. “The border guards are—”
“If you can buy an atom bomb, you can buy a CBI man.” I was a little surprised to see Benny talking this way.
“You seem to have given the matter some thought,” James said.
He shrugged. “Revolution is inevitable. Whether anything will come of it, I don’t know. It may depend on how prepared we are.”
“If you had proper organization,” I said, “and the support of most of the people, you might be able to do it without sophisticated weapons. That’s how the Vietnamese won.”
James laughed. “Looks like we’ve recruited a couple of fire-breathers.”
“Theory’s cheap,” Ray said, and James gave him a sharp look. “If it did come down to fighting, would you do it? Would you kill people?”
“I don’t know. The situation has never come up.” Benny touched his knife, probably an unconscious gesture. “I suspect I could kill if somebody was trying to kill me. Of course, it wouldn’t always be that way.”
Ray nodded, apparently satisfied. James shook his head, microscopically. (Suddenly I visualized what the world must look like to him when he shakes his head or nods.) “I, for one, hope it can be done without violence. None of you is old enough to remember the Second Revolution. I was ten. It was a terrible time.”
“And look what it accomplished,” Katherine said. “You men. How can you even think of… doing that again?”
The fourth man, Damon, had been sitting silently, alert He was tall and black. “Katherine. We all would prefer reform to revolution. But we can’t proscribe violence as a possible final resort. It is the State’s last resort against us.”
“Which they will only use if we provoke it,” she said.
“Please,” James said, “this is all familiar ground. Shall we get on with the week’s business?”
Katherine reported on a rally and petition drive, which she had organized but didn’t take part in physically. Ray had been in Washington for the past couple of days, where he had cultivated the friendship of the man who took care of the Senate’s steam room. He’d learned nothing beyond the level of idle gossip, but the man obviously could be an important contact some day. Damon had just come back from two weeks in Ketchikan, where he had tried to make contact with a group of non-Separatists, without any success.
Finally, James asked whether Benny and I might be willing to do some work for the organization.
“What happens if we say no?” Benny asked.
“Nothing drastic. We would ask that you not tell anyone about us, and of course we would watch you for a while. Or you may just want some time to think about it; that’s all right, too.”
“Tell me what it is you want.”
“Well, we want to take advantage of your writing skill.” He opened a briefcase and handed Benny a thick envelope. “This is stationery with the letterhead of the ‘Committee of Concerned Citizens,’ which has no members other than yourself. Be careful to handle it in such a way as not to add fingerprints to it. The fingerprints on it belong to the Swedish printer who made up the stationery, and the paper itself would be difficult to trace: it was made by an Italian firm that’s been out of
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