Bountiful Park
"All we are saying is..." Livia Barberina yelled into the mike.
"Give Peace a Chance," echoed the crowd. This was more than just idealism—it was a very important part of the political struggle. Thus far the growing political movement for independence had used peaceful tactics, had avoided violence in the streets though they had defended themselves from national socialist thugs.
They were well prepared now for the military government’s hammer . Any heavy-handed impulse to break up the gig would be defeated by the sheer weight of numbers and the unspoken fact that many within the political establishment were secretly pleased that they now had the excuse of popular dissent to put their feet on the brakes on the otherwise inexorable drive towards global destruction. In any case, the police would be impotent to break up a demonstration of such numbers. There weren't enough of them to make a difference and anyway they were so corrupt and compromised that they no longer commanded any respect; you rarely saw them doing anything but eating at cafes and glaring at demonstrations and rallies now. The Militias of the Communist, Socialist, Feminist and Intellectual Parties dominated the city. The military had the weapons to deal with social dissent, but they were of little use against a peaceful protest however many laws were being openly flouted. Not with Pahath-Moab’s much vaunted respect for local and protectorate government. He had promised not to send the army into the city again; they were largely holed up at their bases near Iphigenia. And they had better plans now; they had listening post systems, they had spies at the bases, they would ideally know when any movement began.
Many people in the crowd were in various states of dress, but very few were following the Compulsory Nudity Act, even if all they wore was a shawl around the waist, a t shirt or a pair of shorts; they were all in various ways defying it.
One of the local bands, the Fishermen’s Friends, were going to perform today. They had catchy tunes and inspired arrangements, that was for sure. They also had an extra spark revealed by their exuberant showmanship. With only a modicum of technology, they immediately grabbed the audience's attention and got them to dance and even sing along to tunes that were a reminder of a far distant age of an agrarian Edom. It wasn’t the kind of music Livia had begun her career with—she had wanted to be offensive and defiant in a different way, but as she asked the crowd to give it up for the Fishermen’s Friends, she had the feeling they were onto something as she asked them to perform what the Gloria Regis blogosphere had voted for
the new anthem of Gloria Regis.
And I say it ain't far to this land from where we are
Take my hand, come with me, where the children are free
Come with me, take my hand, and we'll live
In a land where the river runs free
In a land through the green country
In a land to a shining sea
And you and me are free to be you and me
I see a land bright and clear, and the time's comin' near
When we'll live in this land, you and me, hand in hand
Take my hand, come along, lend your voice to my song
Come along, take my hand, sing a song
For a land where the river runs free
For a land through the green country
For a land to a shining sea
For a land where the horses run free
And you and me are free to be you and me
Every boy in this land grows to be his own man
In this land, every girl grows to be her own woman
Take my hand, come with me where the children are free
Come with me, take my hand, and we'll run
To a land where the river runs free
To a land through the green country
To a land to a shining sea
To a land where the horses run free
To a land where the children are free
And you and me are free to be
And you and me are free to be
And you and me are free to be you and me
Amid the cheers and laughter, Livia Barberina, in a flowing green chiton that emphasized her slender limbs, her long dark crinkled hair and expressive thin face, raised a hand and held the microphone. "Weren't they great?" she smiled at the cheers. "There's hardly ever been an athem like that...I could sing that all day. You know, citizens, I look over your smiling faces, I look over this beautiful country, and I think that we should be free. And we seem to be--we've had our elections, we are in government. But you know what? We're not free if we live on sufferance. I see a lot of people like me wearing what they want to...and the National Government tolerates that. But how long will they tolerate it? At any moment they could tell us to strip just as they did after the shootings." she listened to the ugly growl in some of the crowd, the groanings and noises of grief in other parts. "So I have to say...that it doesn't seem right to me. But you know what? I didn't come here to talk to you all like some tyrant! So I want in the coming days for YOU to think about what YOU want, because the whole point of this government is so that YOU can decide how you want the place you live run! Now put your hands together for Fishermen's Friends as they sing their next song..."
The Palace of the Ethnarch
Nelson Smith lay in a bed with a breathing fork attached to his lumpy nose, covered by a sheet, with his long time companion Vera beside him, reading to him from the Sixington Reader.
THE SIXINGTON LEADER
VOL. 32 NO. 163
CITY FINAL
SATURDAY JANUARY 4, 2014
SIXINGTON, Gloria Regis— After the Protectoral Legislature of Gloria Regis recently passed the New Finance Bill that polls have shown to be very unpopular with the public, a group of concerned citizens has called for mandatory referenda for all laws passed before the state.
"We want real democracy, and we want it now!" proclaimed Jason Cavanaugh, Co-Leader of the Intellectual Party which holds 13% of the Protectorate's Legislature, the Senate “The fact that this latest law went through has proven that voting for a Legislature every four years is obviously not enough. Laws must be passed by the masses - that is the only way we can be sure that the will of the people is truly being enforced! We must have mandatory referenda for ALL new laws. In this case we are NOT happy with a law that will destabilize already successful financial institutions in the protectorate."
However legislator and deputy communist party leader Remegius Macro had another thought. "This is a ridiculous and dangerous idea! Referenda are costly and inefficient, and a direct threat to the fine institution that is our Legislature. Are you aware that there are outside forces constantly trying to undermine what little we have achieved? We need to focus on achieving land reform and financial reform of this protectorate! I know that Comrade Smith would want it that way.”
"Referenda are a good idea in principle, but to make them mandatory for each and every law is simply impractical," states Political Scientist Abraham Zhimo. "Representative democracy exists because direct democracy would never work in practice in a large society such as Gloria Regis. Just think of all the bureaucracy and expense that would go into it! I suggest that referenda be allowed, but only if at least a third of voters sign a petition requesting one. That should be a nice balance between democracy and practicality."
Smith sighed and put the paper down. “I’d want it that way, would I? I’m glad he knows…” he felt exhausted just reading the paper.
“Macro is a fighter—that’s why you put him forward as deputy party leader.” Vera pointed out calmly. “Are you in pain, do you need the nurse?”
“No, I’m just tired all the time. Damned ridiculous…a heart attack! I’m in the prime of my health!” Smith grumbled.
“And more stress than you’ve ever dealt with in your life,” Vera pointed out. “Take this as a chance to rest—it’s an extreme way of getting it but you’ve never done things by halves….”
He smiled slowly. “No…that’s true enough, old girl, I haven’t….”