Norfolk, Icarie
Old Dominion University
12:25 PM 21 May 2013
The crowd gathered on Hampton BLVD in the moderately-sized city of Norfolk. The warm spring day lent itself to the purposes of the gathering as the azure sky sprawled in all directions. In the midst of the crowd, a small platform had been erected upon which a single microphone stood, with speakers dispersed frugally throughout. A young brunette haired woman with black-rimmed glasses stood there, barely taller than the microphone stand with a sheet of paper in her hand, from which she was reading as she spoke. The crowd itself was full of students and younger people from the surrounding area. Reports indicated that as many as five thousand had gathered. The group had placards reading various slogans aimed at freeing the people of Icarie and such.
Police were lining Hampton BLVD, all dressed in riot gear. The main thoroughfare had been shut, it's lanes closed by police order causing traffic chaos elsewhere in the city. Hovering above the crowd, three helicopters were present: two police helicopters emblazoned with the Norfolk Police Department logo and a single state-news helicopter covering the event. The police were under strict orders from the mayor, Anthony Simpson, to keep the meeting peaceful.
At the podium, the young woman finished her speech and relinquished the podium to her contemporary, a young man known very well to the crowd. They roared as he approached the microphone.
"Thank you," Jake Landon said as he motioned with his hands for the crowd to calm down, "Thank you very much!" The crowd roared again, then, as the cheering died down, he began, "For far too long we've been subjected to the whims and machinations of the Government. Recently, the so-called People's Congress, defeated a motion to free the national ballot box. They fear that if the will of the people is followed, that they'll be out of a job. You know what? They're right. The People's Congress has been, for far too long, a rubber-stamp for the whims of Michael Featherstone and his cronies. The time for change has come, and by God, we will have our change. Today, as we stand here, hundreds of groups like ours are holding similar protests across the nation. We are here today to petition our government to free the ballot box. To give back to the people the rights they stole almost 70 years ago when they came to power."
He continued, "The election of 1945 was rigged. You know it, I know it, and, most of all, they know it. Chairman Featherstone was not elected to his position. No, he was hand-picked by the late Chairman Trenton to take over when he died. We were promised by this very Chairman Featherstone that he would hold, as he described, fair and honest elections to fill the void. He promised us that we would have our say at the ballot box. He lied."
"Did he not, on the day of the election, decide to cancel the election due to some national security threat he dreamed up? Where were these men and women who were 'threatening the very values we as a nation hold dear'? Where are these militant groups who supposedly were influencing the decision of the people? He claims to have had them all arrested. But there are no credible reports from any citizen that such actions took place. There is no concrete evidence that a single Icarian was threatened by the barrel of a gun to vote against Featherstone. There was no fraud on the part of 'terrorist organizations' as he claimed."
"The only terrorist organization was Featherstone and his cronies! We have proof that Featherstone used the militia to influence votes. And we have concrete evidence that Featherstone's henchmen kept him well informed when he had enough votes to win, through intimidation, that he declared the election over. And it was his men who counted the votes, mind you. Now, three years later, we stand here demanding that he make good on his promise. We're tired of waiting. Our father's waited, our grandfather's waited. We're not going to wait anymore! We want our election and we want it now!"
The crowd erupted in cheer as he continued, "We will not back down now. Even as he threatens us with the police." Jake raised his voice louder, "You hear me, police, don't you! You can't intimidate us any longer! We will have our say!"
As Jake continued, the police began to worry. Mayor Simpson sat in a command unit a few blocks away watching the proceedings on the television. He shook his head in disbelief, "I can't understand why these kids want to do this now. Now when the People's Congress has already settled this matter." He picked up a walkie talkie on his desk and radioed his commander, "Chief Preston, how's the crowd?"
The crackly voice came across the radio, "Rowdy, sir. At the moment, we've a few who've spat on police officers."
"How are the men handling it so far?"
"With brave and steely determination, Your Honor. But, at the same time, you can see that the crowd isn't going to stop. Sir, every moment we wait, the more abuse is hurled at our officers."
"Well, we must follow the laws of the land here, Preston. Have the officers begin to arrest those who've been spitting at the police. Show these kids that we're not going to simply allow them to break the law because they feel like it. We gave them a chance to have their say, and they're having it. I'm not going to allow my officers to suffer the abuse of college kids."
"Ten-four, sir."
After the order had been given, the police began arresting a few people on the fringes of the group. The people refused to budge. Several men resisted fiercely to the police advancement to arrest those harassing the them.
"And you see!" Jake screamed into the microphone, "Featherstone is worried! Now he send his police to arrest us!" He pointed over the crowd at the police, who were now encircling the group.
From a bullhorn, Chief Preston spoke, "Alright, folks. Your little meeting here is over. You have five minutes to clear the street or you will be arrested. Time to go home."
Then a shot came from the direction of the police. A young woman slumped to the ground as blood poured from her chest. Members of the group started to approach the police in anger.
"What the hell was that!" screamed Preston over the police radio, "Who the fuck fired?"
Then a few more shots came from the police as the group crossed the barricades separating them from the police.
"HOLD YOU FIRE!" Preston screamed, but, in the commotion, few officers even heard. Students dropped to the ground with every fired shot. The entire affair took fifteen minutes to calm down. When all was said and done, thirty-four students were dead, dozens more went to hospital with wounds of varying degrees of severity including Jake Landon, who suffered a bullet grazing to the right shoulder. Preston had gained control of his officers, but the damage was done.
From his Presidential Mansion in Raleigh, Chairman Michael Featherstone watched as the carnage took place live on television. His advisors began to spin the event before the shots even stopped firing. He stood from his desk and calmed down his advisors.
"The official story is that these student attacked the police. The police acted in self defense," said Featherstone as he began to call his advisors.