American Second Civil War

We must all obey the great law of change. It is the most powerful law of nature. Everything changes; nothing remains without change Buddha (B.C. 568-488). The seen is the changing, the unseen is the unchanging. Plato (B.C. 427?-347?) As the blessings of health and fortune have a beginning, so they must also find an end. Everything rises but to fall, and increases but to decay. Sallust (B.C. 86-34). The question for history would now be how long this change would last and how it would adopt to changes. This was a concern for these new nations knowing that the change was inescapable as people and attitudes evolve; yet we can only pray they would never reach the level that it once had and that another great purge would never be needed. That would be the topics explored in the future centuries and may God help us all. My name is Josey Henry for this account. Naturally, this is not my real name, which I cannot use any existent names in this report, because most of these demons and angels were still alive as late as 2024. I was born in July of 1957; therefore, fortunate to have enjoyed a sadly Affirmative Action victim life. My government sold out my life, nevertheless, I was intelligent enough to find a method to join the bandwagon and live above the low level our government assigned to those such as myself. My loophole offered a surprise raft as the United States fell; my family and I escaped to a new home that had the technology to finish this account. As an adolescent, I understood the opportunities available for me in the Eastern Mountain foothills, therefore, required me to leave my hometown. You will not find this on a map, as most locations must be given false names. I will attempt to give enough clues for those with a need to know can discover the truth. Please remember, this account refers to events after the account is released. Accordingly, I left everything and flew off for four years in the Air Force, foolishly leaving it to return to the disappointing a prejudice family and hometown. I was engaged to a beautiful colored woman from Atlanta. This woman notified her family about this engagement during a visit at her home, only to be beaten by her brothers. This was shocking to me, as I never heard of the colored being prejudice. I was constantly flooded that whites were the sole race that was prejudice. This was reinforced when I traveled in military uniform, and received the hateful glares and snobs from the people of my race. Eventually, I traveled in civilian clothes. I entered the military after the United States left Vietnam. I was terrified about Vietnam, and was thankful it ended after the United States left Vietnam. The fear began while I was in the sixth grade ridding on a school bus seeing a high school boy crying on the bus because he was drafted for duty in Vietnam. For so many young men, this meant an injury-filled life, mental illness, death, or if fortunate labeled as baby killers, and rejected the remainder of his life. I remember, over twenty-five years later, a person who selected me for a sales position expressing his concern my veteran status, claiming the perceived extreme danger in hiring veterans. Fortunately, since his family had purchased my grandfather’s farm, he took a chance on me. I was never able to shake that from my status, combined with an Asian wife; I left everything once more and moved into the Seattle area in Washington. Afterwards, here my family shared with me the prejudice as Asians they suffered in Ohio. My children attended in an Elementary school that my Grandfather’s cousin help founded, and name was on the top of the plaque as they entered that school. It has once served as a high school, with their class pictures posted on the cafeteria walls, which included their grandfather in one such picture. Consequently, I was so busy denying my great educational experience and scrapping day to day to make a living, that combined with my military retirement barely made ends meet. The military instilled within me pride in leadership and my nation. I believed in following the law. Nevertheless, the United States changed during my just over eight years in Asia. Half of these years were with the United States Army, serving until my retirement in 1995. The initial shock came with my attempt to bring my wife back with me. Both our children were Americans, both in Korea on United States passports, son born in 1993, and daughter in 1998. Upon my application, we were married about eight years. Additionally, I purchased a home in Ohio prior to the application. The American government agency in South Korea would not grant my wife entry. Unfortunately, South Korea does not neighbor the United States, as does Mexico, where my wife could have walked over the border and gone straight to the welfare office. In addition, South Korea hosts the United States military with over eighty such sites, unlike Mexico, which does not. I had to write my congressional representative, who later became governor and an Ohio senator. The representative and BOTH Ohio senators wrote the American immigration administration in South Korea to grant my wife of eight years entry into the United States. This was my first experience where an American administrative agency, openly defied the Congress. I also wrote the President who ignored my request, only to have his wife later defend those who illegally enter the United States. I later discovered the President was eating pizza and smoking cigars while receiving sexual pleasure with his interns in the Oval Office. I, therefore, brought my two children back to Ohio, setting up our home, without a driver’s license, as my state would not renew my driver’s license. I would have been fully qualified to drive if I paid the renewal fee the years serving in the military in Korea, even though I did not drive in Ohio. Consequently, since Ohio had no intention of thanking me for my service, even though they taxed my military pay while in South Korea, I went through the permit and driver's license tests and of course paying the additional fees, became qualified once more to drive over the Ohio roads. This license qualified me to search for work, as the Demon Federal Government agency operating in South Korea required copies of two paychecks before allowing my wife entry into the United States. They finally granted her entry; interesting enough her plane ticket was paid for by the United States Army under my transportation-benefits post-Retirement. She equally important arrived as we began the re-bonding of our family. Our son had suffered disappointed in so many promises his mother was returning soon, to no fault of his parents, went unfulfilled. Our eight-month daughter, whose first birthday cake was baked by her older white American half-brother, had completely forgotten her mother. A few days of her mother’s tender loving care, revived this memory, even though no mother should have to suffer this pain.