Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now

T. Patrick Graves

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Johnny Desmond is a racist and a believer in white separatism. He tells us of past exploits and then, on instructions from his mentor, beats up a Jewish college professor.
Johnny also tells the back story of how he was born in Mississippi but ended up in foster care in Iowa, where he is bounced from family to family and often abused. Finally he ends up at reform school.
He finds comfort and family with Peter, the head of Iowa’s right-wing commandoes. He also is willing to do the dirty work of the movement. After he places a bomb, he realizes that someone is in the building.
It’s also the story of a Des Moines detective who arrests Johnny.
Johnny goes on trial for arson, attempted murder and several other charges, enough to have him spend the rest of his life in prison. There is a lot of evidence against him, but will that include the testimony of the man who was left in the building?
Will Johnny go to prison? Will he choose the right woman to be with for the rest of his life? And, will he find his mother again? Find out in Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now.

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• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 26 juin 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669834915
• Langue: English

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Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now
 
 
 
 
 
T. Patrick Graves
 
 
 
Copyright © 2022 by T. Patrick Graves.
 

Library of Congress Control Number:
2022911559
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-6698-3493-9

Softcover
978-1-6698-3492-2

eBook
978-1-6698-3491-5
 
 
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 
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Rev. date: 07/27/2022
 
 
 
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Contents
Prologue
Book One: There must be some way out of here
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Book Two: Shelter from the storm
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Book Three
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Book four
One
Two
Three
Four, The Last Chapter
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
For Karen, Kelly & Daniel
Prologue
I  KIND OF WANTED to get up front to see and hear Trump, but Peter told us to stay back. We had some clubs, of course, and I kind of figured he was trying to keep us out of trouble. But Trump told us that we were all walking to the Capitol, and that he was coming with us, and that’s when Peter told us that we were going to start off to the Capitol right then. There were some others who were headed that way already, maybe 200 or so then.
Lots a people had red hats, carried Trump flags or American flags, even a few Confederate flags which I liked. Lots of people had some other stuff too, I saw plenty of guns.
Lots of ‘em wore shirts that said Proud Boys or had some pictures, a bunch of guys wore ones with big green shamrocks with swatsikas in the middle of the shamrocks. Another group of guys was wearing Hawaiian shirts over military fatigue pants. Some of them had flak jackets over their Hawaiian shirts and a couple had assault rifles hanging from their necks. Some guys had shirts with big yellow words, Oath Keepers. A few people wore masks, but it was to keep themselves from being known, I think, not to protect them from the China virus. Everybody I saw was white, although there was an Oriental or two. One guy I recognized was from Des Moines. He was wearing a blue T-shirt with a big Qannon sign right in the middle of it. I liked that. Just lately I’ve been reading some Q stuff, and it makes so much sense. Some of them were yelling. It wasn’t like Charlottesville. They weren’t yelling about Jews. They were yelling that Biden stole the election, which, I’m pretty sure he did. And something about Pence and Pelosi. Trump. Told us to get them and we were going to try.
When we got to the Capitol there were a few police behind some steel barricades. Wasn’t much and I was pretty sure we could get past those guys. I was close to the front and more and more people were coming up behind us. A few people were yelling at the cops. There were only four or five or so and they just kept yelling at us to stand back. I saw one of the Proud Boys grabbing on to the barricade. I didn’t do nothin’, just watched. All four of us stood together, our clubs down by our sides, our guns and knives hidden by the jackets Peter had told us to wear. Then a couple of other guys were grabbing the barricades. One of the cops hit one of ‘em with his big black baton. That pissed us all off and we surged forward. Peter was saying something but damned if I knew what. There was a lot of noise. There was some kind of chant, “Stop the steal” I think it was. Also, “hang Pence.”
The barricades came down and the four or five cops started running up the steps toward the building. We followed. By then there had to be four or five hundred of us. Mostly, but not all, men. Quite a few women, in fact. Lots of Trump flags and American flags. A few confederate flags. A few flags had Nazi symbols. By now, I could see quite a few firearms.
When we got up the steps there was another group of guards, Capitol Police, I guess. There were ten or twelve and our numbers were surging. We were within thirty feet or so of the building. We walked up alongside this tall aluminum structure that I didn’t know what it was. Someone told me it was for the swearing in. “Let’s take it down!” I said, but Peter was right behind me. He told me they’d use it to put Trump into office and never mind. Behind me, they were passing up some timber. We helped pass it up and some rope and I didn’t know what it was for. When I left the building later, I saw it was a scaffold and it looked pretty good. ‘Course, no one was hanging there, but there was a sign that said it was for Pence.
The Pence stuff all kind of surprised us. I thought he was one of our friends and had stood by the Prez pretty well. But there was lots of shouts of, “Kill Mike Pence,” and “we want Mike Pence”and “find the VP.” I had heard Trump say something about how Pence wasn’t doing the right thing, but I figured, if we got in there and he was with us, he would do right. He would overturn the election in a heartbeat. It had been stolen. Somebody needed to.
The police ran back to the building, went in the doors and we followed. I wasn’t sure where we were exactly…I’d never been in the building before…but it was locked and there were riot cops on the other side of the door. I looked around, backed up and went down the side of the building ‘cause I could see someone tryin’ to smash something with a flagpole. Another guy was using a riot shield…didn’t know if he’d brought it or taken it from a policeman. Then I heard glass breaking. They kept hammering at it, it broke some more. Then someone went through it. And then the doors to the Capitol opened from the other side.
Guess I should of hesitated. Would it be a crime to go in? I was just finishing probation and couldn’t afford…but goddamn it anyway, the President of the United States told us to do it. Which meant, I figured, them cops there were the ones committing a crime.
I followed a few people into the doors. More were coming behind me. I heard later about some skirmishes between us guys tryin’ to do the right thing and the cops…but I didn’t see anything much like that. Right as we entered into the building there were a few cops tellin’ us to back out and leave but we just walked right by them. A few of the cops talked to us, I guess they were admitting we were in the right.
“Hang Mike Pence!” I heard. “Trump won,” I heard. “Fraud” I heard. “The President is with us,” I heard. And, “Where is Nancy Pelosi?”
We were in this big hallway. Part of the sides were marked off with red cones and we just followed the path it had set out. Didn’t see anybody cross those cones. We entered this great big room with a really tall, round ceiling. Parts of it were colored glass. There were some big statues and some big paintings on the wall, most of it was pretty old. You see Washington, Lincoln and some others. Knew they’d be proud of us. Lots of flags were flying. Saw a couple of guys waving theirs, American, one, but with something else in place of the stars. One was a Confederate flag. Thought that was cool. If the guys who carried that flag during the Civil War had been in this building, we might not have had any of these current problems.
Just ahead was the guy in the blue shirt, the guy from Des Moines. We followed him up a flight of stairs. Things kind of stopped for a moment, so I moved up and then I saw this Afro policeman. He was saying something and pushing out with his hands. He shoved the guy from Des Moines and then backed away. He had a baton, I think. We followed him. Figured he was going where we wanted to go. We wanted to go where the votes were being “counted,” where the election was being stolen. We followed the black cop up another stairway, then we were outside some great big room. There were a bunch a doors. I heard some guys trying to break in their windows, so I went to the one to my left, extended my baton and then hammered a window. I don’t know if I was the first one in the place, seems like a bunch of us went through doors about the same time. It was a mezzanine, like you find in old-time move theaters, I guess. We looked down and there was a big room with a bunch of desks.
Peter came up behind me. “I think this is the Senate chambers,” he said. “Cool,” I said.
“Ya,” he said, “‘cept I think the votes are being counted in the other chamber. The House.” He turned and walked back through the door I’d walked through. I looked down on the Senate floor. There were a few people by the big desk but nobody by any of the smaller desks. A few people were still going out