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Submitter: Malcolm Arison Source: Planet Stuttgart, Public Terminal FT-34101-D Subject: FOR THE PEOPLE!
Guten Tag, fellow revolutionaries!
My name is Malcolm Arison, a 21 years old Stuttgarter, former spokesman of the Redefreiheit radio. I was born as the third child of a family conducting business and merchandise in our city, so we didn't have to worry about our living conditions at all. My grades were good during elementary and high-school and my father wanted me to attend a political school to become a lapdog of Kanzler and take a job in the Rheinland Reichstag. However, during the last year of high-school, I realized what the purpose of my existence is.
Me and my girlfriend, Natasha, accidentally stumbled upon a crowd of protesters, carrying banners of the Bundschuh with them and shouting the phrases of glory, unity and freedom on the streets of Stuttgart. One of the protesters, Max, who later became my comrade at the Redefreiheit radio, noticed me and Natasha standing idly on a sidewalk and ran to us. His words were more than enlightening, the things he described, it all opened my mind. I realized I've been a slave of the system all my life and had to free myself by force. I grabbed a banner and joined the fellow comrades at once. An hour later, the Riot police arrived and started to force the crowd into disarray with brutally beating the unarmed citizens with batons and shock prods. Max tried to resist arrest by throwing a brick at a Polizist, smashing his helmet and knocking him to the ground, but it only resulted in ten others surrounding us and beating the living soul out of me and him.
We were taken to prison. We were beaten upon our arrival, beaten in our cell, beaten before, during and after interrogation and almost beaten up before we were allowed to go. When I arrived home, I found out that my father and oldest brother were also imprisoned for reasons still unknown to me, my mother and other brother were kicked to the streets while our house was given to some high-up in the Reichstag. I couldn't make memories such as these vanish from my life. These oppressors were not only doing this to us, but all the other worksmen and workswomen around Rheinland.
I eventually looked Max up. He was a speaker of the Redefreiheit radio, a radio deemed 'illegal' by the Stuttgart government, only because it was giving the pure truth of the Kanzler's abuse over the people, encouraging the fellow laborers to resist the opression. The remnants of my family were positioned at the Radio's main building and I got membership and permission to publicize. Those years were the most wonderful ones of my life. We broadcasted all day, fueling the revolution of the working class. We spoke about true democracy, freedom without slave labor and abuse of the rich.
Yesterday, our main building was found by the Police. They rammed the building with an armored personnel carrier and opened fire at us without a warning... My mother and brother escaped, but Max and four comrades were shot by the stormtroopers. I'm now in an alley, accessing a public communication terminal. I've lost everything that I had in my life, but I don't mind as long as I could serve the good of the working class with it. However, I realized that I've been talking talking all my life with encouraging the revolution, but never actually participating in it. I would like to join the Volksfront to serve the people with arms against our oppressors. It's time to hit back. I will be on this terminal. I'll check it every day, waiting for your response.
