If the Invasion were Televised...
If the Invasion were Televised...
It started on the east coast… the invasion of our land. At first, we thought it was just… some sort of sick twisted joke. But, we were wrong… so very wrong. Until that day, our many peoples had lived in harmony with each other for hundreds of years, sharing the same vast piece of land. We all lived… on the same mother earth. Though, we divided ourselves into different groups, with different customs, laws, and economies, we all thrived. Our communities grew into cities and our hinterlands flourished. Many of our people began to travel great distances to do their jobs while others would stay in one place for generations! Diversity, industry, and innovation were the hallmarks of our society. Everything was going… great! And, then… they came. Destruction and despair would follow in their wake. In time, it would spread like a disease across this great land, until they had taken all that was good here… for themselves.
When the great hulking ships landed, only a short communication was sent by the community which greeted the new arrivals. It said only that beings from a strange land had arrived, that their vessels were like none they had ever seen… and, that they would investigate before reporting back. It seemed like a hoax, and many ignored it… until, the next transmission hit the airwaves. That’s when the speculation started, and social media began circulating images and video’s… of the invasion.
The second transmission, from what became known as Invasion Point, was short yet terrifying. It said simply, “the strangers seemed nice at first, but they turned on us. They murdered our entire populace! Only a few of us made it out, I’m sending this last message in hopes it reaches someone out there… before it’s too late! They will come bearing gifts in open hands… but, it is shackles they hold behind their backs. Don’t trust them!”
Still, many of our people thought it was some great joke, suggesting the pictures and videos were produced, photo shopped, and manufactured. We all went back to our daily lives as information trickled out, only to be dismissed by the distracted populace. Our people lived spread out across the land; I was in the west, so it was many years before I saw one of them. But, those in the east… those whose land they took first, were taken without much of a fight. I think they were caught off guard, having not encountered such a violent race before. Though some information got out, most of the people in the area died before they could call or email anyone. Once an area was taken, the invaders just moved right into the empty houses, started working the existing farm land… they claimed every aspect of the lives they had extinguished. And then… they brought more of their kin to our shores in their giant vessels.
Theirs was an invasion in slow and steady waves; I think it was this tactic which made the few stories that got out so unbelievable. Everyone was so lost in their own lives, and with their own communities, we just didn't pay enough attention. Unbeknownst to the majority of our people the invaders had taken up residence on our land and had begun to formulate their next tactical move. Land grabs and reports of invaders from the south, and from the north would follow. The next few weeks had been chaos… as the people of this land disseminated those earlier transmissions from the east… and the puzzle pieces began to fall into place. Before we knew it, we were besieged on the east, south, and north.
It took time for us to understand that the invaders were not all from the same violent place. No, there were three main groups, all set on claiming our land and resources for their own. Sometimes, they claimed our bodies, and our children. The reports flowed out that rape and enslavement were the fate of many of our people while death was the result for many more of them. One video I saw online was this poor girl who had escaped captivity, the things they did to her… are unspeakable. But, one thing she said cut me to the core; she said the invaders believed we were animals, just non-human chattel that they could treat as they pleased. I’ll never forget the wild look in that girl’s eyes… even when I wore the look myself, a few years later. We were sisters, me and that girl, though we never met.
Some of our people eventually joined with one group of invaders to fight the other groups of invaders, only to have the new ally turn on them after the victory. We watched videos of the conflicts across the land, scoured the internet for vines, tweets, and blogs as they were our life line to the world… a world, we no longer recognized. The cable system had long ago gone done, but the internet was still functioning, as were the cell towers… but no land lines. Now, our news came not from puppets reading from teleprompters, but from real people. Truth and desperation is an easier pill to swallow than lies and distractions… in times of war.
A few years into the war and they had not yet reached the west coast. But, the invaders from the north and south, had abandoned the land grab game, and seceded to the original invaders from the east. Those of us in the center and west of the country mistook the calm period for an end… it was not. It was just an impregnated pause in the conflict; for, the invaders had decided to better organize themselves… they were creating a new government! When the news reached us, shock and anger filled our people! How could one invade, steal, murder, and then just create a community and government as if this land was theirs by right?! Those of us left, began to organize, but we were divided by space… and, when we lost contact with those in the center of the country, we knew the invaders were coming for us next.
It was a desperate time in my life; I have never felt so trapped in all my days. We had information… lots of information, but could do nothing with it. So, we watched in despair as video’s came from the center of the country, and then from just south of us. But, they were mixed with images of propaganda and productions designed to bring us to heel. The invaders had infected our last safe haven…the internet.
The vile productions showed those who were taken in the east coast, farming, working, and slaving away under the direction of their new masters. They wore smiles… fake, plastic things, which I never believed for a second. Though violence had decreased overall, with the submission of so many of our people, the invaders met resistance when they got to the west coast. We fought… hard. South of us was the most bloody fighting, and the invaders were made to feel our resistance. But, in the end, we were simply outnumbered, and many found they could not fight their enslaved brothers and sisters. We lost ground and eventually lost the battle. Those of us that survived were scattered to the wind.
I travel alone these days… it’s easier, and simpler. I don’t go online very much anymore; it’s all just illusionary images of a compliant and obedient populace. Those of my people who remain are grouped up in prison camps, where they cannot leave, and also cannot flourish within the invisible boundaries. Many of my people are runners… like me. We live outside all forms of society… we, live free. I know they will come for me one day… they hunt my kind with dogs, and guns. If they catch me I will certainly be killed, but at least my time on this land, will have been my own. I can live with that fate… and, I cannot stop the colonial forces which took this land. I can only leave these words of warning for the future: the white man rules with his iron fist for now, he calls this land America and claims his God gave it to him. But, mother earth knows the truth, and I believe a time will come again… when my people will rise.