William H. Jackson - The People Versus The United States

Section One

Revolution

Section Two

Absolution

The People Versus The United States

William H. Jackson

Copyright 2018 William H. Jackson

All rights reserved

First Edition

Christian Faith Publishing, Inc

New York, NY

First originally published by Christian Faith Publishing, Inc 2018

ISBN 978-1-64079-904-2 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64079-905-9 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

This work is dedicated to my children: Timothy Donald , Renda Victoria , Rebekah Elizabeth , Rachelle Alexis , Sean Jamiel , and Autumn Marie .

Additionally, it is presented for the edification of all of Gods children.

Chapter 1

T he rays of the sun shone down upon the pool of the Mall in Washington, DC, reflecting off the surface of the water, making the pool look like some huge mirror that had caught the sun itself within its frame. A helicopter above roared as its propeller whirred. On the side of the craft, the local news channels emblem also reflected the suns rays to a lesser degree as the chopper passed over the pool.

It was a relatively clear day, with the petals of the cherry blossom trees floating aimlessly in the breeze. But stillness was not the case this day in the nations capital as throngs of citizens, disgruntled workers from every venue of industry, had vacated their jobs on this their designated day to gather at the Mall. They had come together as one man to show their dissatisfaction with how things, both economic and social, were panning out.

It had come to these peoples attention by many different voices (prior to this gathering) that the political and corporate regimes that operated around them were actually conspiring against them with duplicity and chicanery. Once they began to take heed to the various warnings, the people knew that it was high time to show their government and their employers that they had had their fill of the kleptocratic practices of the elitists, and todays demonstration rally was their statement to that effect. They would no longer stand idly by and allow the oppressive forces to keep them inactive and docile.

As their numbers increased, their rally attracted not only the attention of the media, with newscasters and reporters, something that they had anticipated, but also civil defense personnel arrived on the scene, who made their presence known with batons along with other riot gear.

Soon, as human nature dictates during potentially volatile confrontations, episodes of violence began to spring up as the civil defenders began to attempt to take control of the crowd. Batons and fists were seen to hit their targets. Bannerssome of which read, Flee the nightmare that the dream has become! Excessive taxation without true representation? and Let us people go !were seized from protesters, only to be found later strewn upon the grounds of the Mall.

Arrests were made and reports were transmitted back to news desks but what became apparent was that the more the authorities carted off protesters in packed vans and wagons, the crowds size did not appear to wane.

From among the crowd, a man in jeans and a sweatshirt came forward, carrying a document. His appearance was not extraordinary but something about his visage still inspired admiration from the other protesters but disdain and contempt in the various news hounds and reporters and law enforcement personnel. A hush settled upon all as the mans presence became more and more prominent.

He raised his empty hand as if feeling for something that was unseen, and as he lowered his hand, he raised his voice. With inflection that commanded attention, he began:

Many years ago, a servant of God addressed His people while they complained that they wanted to have a king like all the other nations around them. But there was a dear price that they would need to incur because of their insistence upon being like everyone else. Their children would become that kings slaves, they would be taxed, and over time, their dissatisfaction with him would rise to unbearable degrees.

The lesson of that time then should be noted today: The Lord God is the true King of the world. As one would use a candle during the night to light ones chamber, He designated ancient Israel back then to reveal Himself to the people of the world. He blessed them, allowing them to prosper and He also chastened them when they would not adhere to His policies. All this He did so that their neighbors could become acquainted with Him and align themselves with Him. If you are not acquainted with the history, refer to Jonahs assignment to address Nineveh.

Over time, another nation came to prominence within the world community, and during its inception, it had supposedly dedicated itself to Him, with the understanding that as they observed Him and His ways, He would prosper them. They acknowledged the God of heaven, even committing this phrase to be placed upon their currency: In God We Trust. And just like Israel of old, this country has turned its back on God and now only holds a deistic posture of heart toward the Almighty. By deistic, I mean that they know that God exists but they no longer deem Him to be a viable ally while they engage their desire for conquest.

Well, the time for a return to God is upon us. Our democracy is failing us, our government is failing us, and we ourselves are failing one another as we continue to allow atrocity after atrocity at the hands of multinationals and those who believe themselves to be superior to us, to victimize not only us in the present but those of us that will become citizens in the future.

From another place in the crowd, a shot was heard, and the speaker fell, his blood landing upon the document that had been in his hand while he spoke. The subsequent hustle and bustle by the civil defenders to recover the mans body was watched by all the protesters, who stood together in spite of the felling of one of their own.

Chapter 3

F our months earlier, things seemed to be flourishing in the life of Malachi Parks. He was energetic, curiously shrewd, and cleverly charming. His bravado could be felt by anyone who chanced to cross his path, challenging them to pay attention and to share.

A majority of his charisma, however, stemmed from a past that haunted him constantly. A time of mistakes, loss, utter despair, and a shame that, if whispered, could elicit scorn and contempt from ones neighbors.

He had only been able to overcome each hurdle by his previous exposure to the tenets of faith that his family had embraced for ages. He knew of God and even acknowledged that God had opened doors that no man could and carried him through school, experience in the business arena, and ultimately his reconciliation of death and what still could be accomplished for the generations to come before his own imminent departure.

Malachi was not always a healthy child. Some premature contacts with adult tendencies had birthed in him a skewed morality, which troubled his heart and mind in ways that he could not understand until he blossomed into manhood.

With college degrees behind him, savvy in the public marketplace with him, and a vision of what could be left behind for the next company of runners Malachi Parks took in the knowledge from his physician that he only had a short time left before his heart, due to a congenital anomaly that could not be repaired, was going to fail.