[Fiction] Streets of Rage: The Interview (Part 1: The Gangs)
Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2021 1:06 pm
Much has been written about the Great Ghost Dance. About its heroism, about its great achievements. How a single man (our civilization's hero narratives don't love ensemble casts) stood up against the forces of the United States government and its Mighty Military Machine. We all know the narrative: the evil megacorporations strong-armed the increasingly weak US government into scores of eminent domain seizures, a Resource Rush designed to make the rich richer, and the "Indian" (this was before "Amerind" became the nonsensical nomenclature of the day) impoverished or dead, either way.
Then the Amerind fought back, forming the Sovereign American Indian Movement, whose commandos fought a brave, guerilla conflict with the massive megacorps and their government stooges. (We love an underdog in America.) Commandos even went so far as to heroically breach the military's most secure bunkers, as SAIM commandos captured a nuclear silo, and threatened to fire its missiles. Nearly a fortnight of negotiation followed, the SAIM heroes against the government's lying liars, before The Man sent his jackbooted thugs into the silo, and in an act of defiance against United Oil, the SAIM commandos fired a missile...at Russia.
Government overreaction was immediate. Corporate propaganda spun the SAIM actions as "terrorism" and "misdirected" and "unthinkably unjust", and the masses ate the pablum like ambrosia, because such was the skill of the megacorp's nefarious journalists. Spurred on by waves of public support, the fascist government ordered anyone associated with SAIM to be rounded up and put into camps. (Even the Canadians joined the party, and they're the good guys, eh?) The Re-Education and Relocation Act sought to complete what centuries of reservations had started: the imprisonment of an entire people.
But out of the camps stepped a lone hero: Daniel Coleman (soon to be "Daniel Howling Coyote", which has just the right mix of nativist authenticity and colonialist familiarity) escorted his followers from the camps, before a hail of gunfire, but miraculously not a single injury was reported. (Too bad about the Sioux; not everyone gets a messiah.) Coleman disappeared, but his legend grew, and finally in 2014 he stepped bravely from the shadows and demanded with a clear voice that the Anglos, Asians, and Africans must leave his territory. The Native American Nations were formed.
The governments reacted as governments react: with force, with hatred, with lies. They called Coleman a terrorist, a despot, a madman, a criminal - so he detonated a volcano, to prove them wrong. Redondo Peak, gone in an instant, and Los Alamos (and its tens of thousands of residents) buried under a pile of ash, as befits all non-Amerind. When the corporations moved to seize him, great storms pulled their craft from the skies, like the fists of furious gods. Here is a messiah to speak of, with miracles on camera!
President Jesse Garrety - he of the Re-Education and Relocation Act - was assassinated by William Springer. 15 days later, three more world leaders are killed. Vice President William Jarman wins the election, and is immediately inaugurated. Three days later he orders the genocide of all Native Americans. Well, their removal from US soil: the Resolution Act of 2016, aka Executive Order 17-321, isn't specific that they all be killed, but we all know what he wanted. Our cultural narrative is very clear on that. Following centuries of deprivation, reservation, rape, and genocide, we had finally decided to do the unthinkable: kill every native, fulfilling the dreams of colonialists everywhere. There's no other way to think of it, no other perspective. The United States and Canada wanted all natives to die. So on August 17, 2017, at 17:30 GMT, the US military deployed The Genocide Campaign, intended to rid the Earth of every Native American. H-Hour had come.
Two minutes later, Mount Adams, Mount Hood, Mount St. Helens, and Mount Ranier erupted. The hero had struck back against the evil oppressor.
Then the Amerind fought back, forming the Sovereign American Indian Movement, whose commandos fought a brave, guerilla conflict with the massive megacorps and their government stooges. (We love an underdog in America.) Commandos even went so far as to heroically breach the military's most secure bunkers, as SAIM commandos captured a nuclear silo, and threatened to fire its missiles. Nearly a fortnight of negotiation followed, the SAIM heroes against the government's lying liars, before The Man sent his jackbooted thugs into the silo, and in an act of defiance against United Oil, the SAIM commandos fired a missile...at Russia.
Government overreaction was immediate. Corporate propaganda spun the SAIM actions as "terrorism" and "misdirected" and "unthinkably unjust", and the masses ate the pablum like ambrosia, because such was the skill of the megacorp's nefarious journalists. Spurred on by waves of public support, the fascist government ordered anyone associated with SAIM to be rounded up and put into camps. (Even the Canadians joined the party, and they're the good guys, eh?) The Re-Education and Relocation Act sought to complete what centuries of reservations had started: the imprisonment of an entire people.
But out of the camps stepped a lone hero: Daniel Coleman (soon to be "Daniel Howling Coyote", which has just the right mix of nativist authenticity and colonialist familiarity) escorted his followers from the camps, before a hail of gunfire, but miraculously not a single injury was reported. (Too bad about the Sioux; not everyone gets a messiah.) Coleman disappeared, but his legend grew, and finally in 2014 he stepped bravely from the shadows and demanded with a clear voice that the Anglos, Asians, and Africans must leave his territory. The Native American Nations were formed.
The governments reacted as governments react: with force, with hatred, with lies. They called Coleman a terrorist, a despot, a madman, a criminal - so he detonated a volcano, to prove them wrong. Redondo Peak, gone in an instant, and Los Alamos (and its tens of thousands of residents) buried under a pile of ash, as befits all non-Amerind. When the corporations moved to seize him, great storms pulled their craft from the skies, like the fists of furious gods. Here is a messiah to speak of, with miracles on camera!
President Jesse Garrety - he of the Re-Education and Relocation Act - was assassinated by William Springer. 15 days later, three more world leaders are killed. Vice President William Jarman wins the election, and is immediately inaugurated. Three days later he orders the genocide of all Native Americans. Well, their removal from US soil: the Resolution Act of 2016, aka Executive Order 17-321, isn't specific that they all be killed, but we all know what he wanted. Our cultural narrative is very clear on that. Following centuries of deprivation, reservation, rape, and genocide, we had finally decided to do the unthinkable: kill every native, fulfilling the dreams of colonialists everywhere. There's no other way to think of it, no other perspective. The United States and Canada wanted all natives to die. So on August 17, 2017, at 17:30 GMT, the US military deployed The Genocide Campaign, intended to rid the Earth of every Native American. H-Hour had come.
Two minutes later, Mount Adams, Mount Hood, Mount St. Helens, and Mount Ranier erupted. The hero had struck back against the evil oppressor.