|Posted on July 30, 2011 at 11:02 PM|
It is five-thirty in the morning and I am up getting ready for work when I hear a commotion next door at my friends Don and Mary’s house. I walk over to the window and look out to see if I can see anything going on and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sight I saw. There were at least five armed men standing in the front yard and others inside, just then there was a loud pop and then another that sounded like gunfire then two others came out and joined the five in the yard. I quickly grabbed my binoculars to get a closer look and noticed that these men were men of Arabic descent. The man across the street came out of his house and walked across to the men in Dons yard and started to converse with them, I read his lips as he asked what was going on and one of the men turned and shot him in the head! I dropped my binoculars in pure astonishment and fear of what was happening. The mans wife and teenage son came running across the street and were quickly shot down in the street, my wife awoke and asked “Honey what was that sound? What’s going on out there?”
I turned and told her to get in the closet and stay there because something was happening very bad outside. She asked “What about you?” I told her “I will be there as soon as I finish calling 911 and tell them what is going on sweetheart, now go!” She ran into the huge bedroom closet and shut the door. I ran back to the window with my binoculars, what I saw was absolute carnage as they were going door to door killing everything that was breathing, Women, children and husbands all were being made to get on their knees, and then they were shot in the back of their heads. I heard the sirens from the police cars getting closer and closer as these murderers continued to assassinate innocent families still in their sleep wear, I just could not believe my eyes as the carnage seem to continue on and on Just then two police cruisers showed up and I was astonished that that was all that was sent for something like this, I told them that there was mass murders being carried out by what seemed like a militant type group of men and to please send everything they have and this was it?
The Arabic group walked into the middle of the street together as the police were yelling at them to drop their guns and raise their hands in the air, but a short war broke out that resulted in every police officer dead and the Militants started to resume the killing as others watched for other police reinforcements to arrive. I called 911 again and by this time the phone line was busy as I watched in horror this murderous cell shoot down a whole street and possibly an entire neighborhood while waiting for law enforcement to take it as it was and that was a serious attack from within.
I looked hard into my binocular lens and saw our corner grocer Assam with an Uzi in his hand, and his son obi who went to school right here in the area everyday with all the other kids shooting his so-called friends in the head. Several others from the area that had been living here for years and had become part of the community were now heartless murderers without as much as a conscious. They were all yelling things in the air and shooting wildly as if this was a celebration for them, I swallowed hard and backed away from the window as I saw Assam heading toward my house, I ran to the front room not knowing what to do, I mean I don’t have a gun and if I did I wouldn’t know how to use it so I was in total fear that my wife and I was next.
I peeked out and saw Assam coming up the drive with another man and his son and just then the Calvary arrived and they turn quickly to join the others in another fight that they ultimately lost. I ran to the closet and opened it as my wife came pouring out into my arms “Is it over!” she said in a whispery voice and I said, “Yes I think it is for our street anyway.”
We held on to each other as we walked to the front door which was being banged on by officers and sharp shooters asking whether we were alright, I opened the door and shook my head speechless at the site behind them on the street. Assam lay there with his son at his feet shot multiple times with the others nearby.
My wife asked an officer “What happened here? Why would they do this?”
And the officer just shook his head and said “Maam, we may never know”
And he walked away with the other officers to check on the rest of the street. We stood there in our front yard and watched as they loaded all our neighbors into the many ambulances while leaving the seven dead men in the middle of the street for last retrieval.
As daylight came the news reports said that as many as twenty-six hundred innocent people were killed in our city alone by several cells of Militants who themselves were killed. It was written on many areas in the city,
“WE WILL KILL YOU FROM WITHIN, IN THE NAME OF THE FIGHT YOU DID NOT SEE US AND WE WERE IN PLAIN SIGHT.”
As we washed the blood stains and messages away from both our streets and our minds we are constantly now on our utmost alert when it comes to Arabic people that run our stores and motels and etc… because now we fully understand that we as a Government and people let this happen by simply being caring and Christian beings on this populace we call the land of the free.
Could this happen again? But next time all over the world at the same moment from within from literally thousands of secret cells that have been engrained into our society for years as good friends and neighbors who we have trusted to be American? I say the probability is quite excellent simply because we are who we are, and they just can’t make us be like them, heartless, maniacal, evil, brainless, and spiritually messed up in the head.
We will never forget the lives lost and most of all we will never forget the deceit that we all were subjected to by who we took in as our friends that ended up being nothing more than MILITANTS.