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Sunday, April 28, 2024

Student anti-war protesters dig in as faculties condemn university leadership over calling police (AP) Students protesting the Israel-Hamas war at universities across U.S., some of whom have clashed with police in riot gear, dug in Saturday and vowed to keep their demonstrations going, while several school faculties condemned university presidents who have called in law enforcement to remove protesters. As the death toll mounts in the war in Gaza, protesters nationwide are demanding that schools cut financial ties to Israel and divest from companies they say are enabling the conflict. The decisions to call in law enforcement, leading to hundreds of arrests nationwide, have prompted school faculty members at universities in California, Georgia and Texas to initiate or pass votes of no confidence in their leadership. They are largely symbolic rebukes, without the power to remove their presidents. But the tensions pile pressure on school officials, who are already scrambling to resolve the protests as May graduation ceremonies near.

Long lines form and frustration grows as Cuba runs short of cash (AP) Alejandro Fonseca stood in line for several hours outside a bank in Havana hoping to withdraw Cuban pesos from an ATM, but when it was almost his turn, the cash ran out. He angrily hopped on his electric tricycle and traveled several kilometers to another branch where he finally managed to withdraw some money after wasting the entire morning. Fonseca is one of an increasing number of frustrated Cubans who have to grapple with yet another hurdle while navigating the island’s already complicated monetary system—a shortage of cash. Long queues outside banks and ATM’s in the capital, Havana, and beyond start forming early in the day as people seek cash for routine transactions like buying food and other essentials. Experts say there are several reasons behind the shortage, all somehow related to Cuba’s deep economic crisis, one of the worst in decades.

King Charles to ease back into public role, three months after cancer diagnosis (Washington Post) Three months after his cancer diagnosis, Britain’s King Charles III will ease back into public engagements starting with a visit to a cancer-treatment center in London on Tuesday. “His Majesty’s treatment programme will continue, but doctors are sufficiently pleased with the progress made so far that The King is now able to resume a number of public-facing duties,” Buckingham Palace said in a statement Friday evening. “Forthcoming engagements will be adapted where necessary to minimise any risks to His Majesty’s continued recovery.”

Ahead of Olympics, a packed Paris prison braces for crowds of inmates (Reuters) A police crackdown that aims to clear a poor suburb of petty crime and street vendors before the Paris 2024 Olympics is putting pressure on an overcrowded prison operating at almost double its capacity. Villepinte is a grey, concrete detention centre in the suburb of Seine-Saint Denis. It lies 2.5 km from the Paris Arena Nord, set to host boxing and fencing competitions during the Games beginning on July 26. It is among the most crowded prisons in France. Opened in 1991, Villepinte takes prisoners from the busy Bobigny courthouse nearby for pre-trial detention and short sentences. “The penitentiary authority needs to prepare for the worst,” Eric Mathais, chief prosecutor at Bobigny, said in an interview. Reducing inmate numbers ahead of the Olympics is unrealistic, Mathais said. As of April 8, when Reuters visited Villepinte with local senator Corinne Narassiguin, there were 1,048 inmates for 582 places at the prison, according to director Pascal Spenle.

In Western Ukraine, a Community Wrestles With War Deaths (NYT) It was sunset when Maj. Kyrylo Vyshyvany of the Ukrainian Army stepped into the yard of his childhood home in Duliby, a village in western Ukraine, just after his younger brother, also a soldier, had been buried. Their mother was still crying in the living room. A few days after the funeral, in March 2022, he was killed in a Russian missile strike on a Ukrainian military base and buried next to his brother, Vasyl. The Vyshyvany brothers were the first deaths from Duliby and the surrounding community after Russia began its full-scale invasion on Feb. 24, 2022. Since then, 44 more Ukrainian soldiers from the area have been killed. For Duliby and its surrounding enclave of Khodoriv—total population around 24,000—waiting for the next solemn death notification and the funeral that follows has become a bitter routine. But even as the town meets and buries the fallen with modest ceremony, some neighbors are quietly weighing the price they are willing to pay for a war with no end in sight.

India votes in second phase of national elections (AP) Millions of Indians voted Friday in a moderate turnout in the second round of multi-phase national elections as Prime Minister Narendra Modi sought to galvanize voters with his assertive brand of Hindu nationalist politics. People lined up outside polling stations as voting opened at 7 a.m. local time and braved hot summer weather with temperatures soaring up to 42 degrees Celsius (107 Fahrenheit) in the afternoon. The election authority said in a statement that approximately 60.96% of 160 million eligible voters exercised their right to cast a ballot in the second round. Nearly 970 million voters—more than 10% of the world’s population—will elect 543 members to the lower house of Parliament for five years during the staggered election, which runs until June 1. The votes will be counted on June 4. There are a total of 28 states in India.

Asia’s next war could be triggered by a rusting warship on a disputed reef (Washington Post) In the most hotly contested waterway in the world, the risk of Asia’s next war hinges increasingly on a ramshackle ship past her time, pockmarked with holes, streaked with rust and beached on a reef. To buttress its claims in the South China Sea, the Philippines in 1999 deliberately ran aground a World War II-era landing ship on a half-submerged shoal, establishing the vessel as an outpost of the Philippine navy. The BRP Sierra Madre, which has remained on Second Thomas Shoal ever since, has now become the epicenter of escalating tensions between the Philippines and China—and a singular trip wire that could draw the United States into an armed conflict in the Pacific, say officials and security analysts. China claims the vast majority of the South China Sea and, in recent months, has ramped up efforts to prevent the Philippines from providing supplies to personnel aboard the Sierra Madre. Analysis of ship-tracking data and videos over the past year shows that Chinese coast guard and militia ships have repeatedly swarmed and collided with Philippine resupply vessels. The Chinese vessels have also increasingly deployed water cannons at close-range, at times disabling Philippine ships and injuring sailors. Any further escalation, warn Western and Philippine officials, could lead to open conflict. Biden administration officials have stressed that an armed attack on a Philippine military vessel, such as the Sierra Madre, would trigger a U.S. military response under a 1951 mutual defense treaty.

Israel’s Military Campaign Has Left Gaza’s Medical System Near Collapse (NYT) Before Israel’s invasion of Gaza last year, Dr. Mahmoud Al-Reqeb worked in one of the Palestinian territory’s largest hospitals and had a private clinic, caring for women throughout their pregnancies. Now, he lives in a plastic tent in Rafah, a Palestinian border town where roughly half of Gaza’s population has sought refuge, and treats patients for no charge in another tent. Living under Israeli bombardment, with shortages of food and clean water, the pregnant women he serves struggle to find basic safety and nourishment, let alone prenatal care. Since the Israeli military began bombarding Gaza six months ago following the Hamas-led Oct. 7 attack, its forces have wrecked entire hospitals, struck ambulances and killed or detained hundreds of health care workers. Israeli restrictions on goods entering Gaza have prevented lifesaving medical supplies from reaching patients, according to aid groups. And shortages of fuel, water and food have made it difficult for medical workers to provide basic services. The result has been the near collapse of a health care system that once served Gaza’s population of more than two million. By late March, of the 36 large-scale hospitals across Gaza, only 10 were “minimally functional,” according to the World Health Organization. Aid groups, researchers and international bodies have increasingly been calling Israel’s dismantling of Gaza’s medical capacity “systematic.”

A 100-degree heat wave in Gaza offers a sweltering glimpse of a tough summer to come (NPR) For two sweltering days this week, as temperatures topped 100 degrees Fahrenheit, Mohammad Ayash's tent had become unbearable. Like thousands of Palestinians, Ayash and his family have lived for months in a modest, hand-built tent after leaving their home to flee from Israel's seven-month military campaign. But the tent Ayash erected—a modest triangle built against a cinder block wall, its outer walls made of blankets and cloth—was meant for the cold, rainy nights of a Gaza winter, he said. To keep him and his family dry, he had lined the tent walls with plastic, the sheets held in place by wooden boards nailed together. In this week's heat, he said, wiping the sweat from his brow, it was even hotter inside the tent than outside. By Friday, the two-day heat wave had broken, and temperatures had returned to the 70s. But for Palestinians and aid workers alike, the high heat served as a preview of a summer to come—during which the punishing heat will weigh daily on every facet of what has become normal life in the besieged Gaza Strip.

In war-battered Gaza, residents grow angry with Hamas (Washington Post) More than six months into the war in Gaza and with dimming hopes for a cease-fire deal, Palestinians there are growing more critical of Hamas, which some of them blame for the months-long conflict that has destroyed the territory—and their lives. The war has displaced most of the Gaza Strip’s population, killed tens of thousands of people and pushed the enclave toward famine, its infrastructure in ruins. The Israeli military waged a punishing campaign to eliminate Hamas after the group, which ruled Gaza for 17 years, attacked Israel on Oct. 7. But while the majority of Palestinians in Gaza blame Israel for their suffering, according to polling conducted in March, they also appear to be turning their ire toward the militants. In interviews with more than a dozen residents of Gaza, people said they resent Hamas for the attacks in Israel and—war-weary and desperate to fulfill their basic needs—just want to see peace as soon as possible.

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if-you-fan-a-fire · 2 years ago

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"YOUNG GIRL FOUND GUILTY OF BIGAMY," Windsor Record. February 17, 1920. Page 1. --- Left Hubby No. 1, Then Had No. 2 Arrested - Second Partner Now Faces Charge. ---- Marriage to Josephine Major and Bartolme Grassey seemed to be more of a habit than anything else according to the charges that they faced this morning in police court before Magistrate Leggatt. Both were brought up on bigamy charges, Josephine having two husbands, and it is alleged that Grassey has two wives.

On August 3rd Josephine Major was united in marriage to Noah Lucier by the Rev. Father McCabe, of Maidstone. After living together for eight months Lucier left her claiming that she would not prepare the meals or do any work around the house. This his wife denied, saying the real reason was because he brought other women into the house.

A second ceremony was performed April 39 by Rev. Arthur Carlisle, rector of All Saints' church, in which Josephine was again a blushing bride and the groom was Grassey. Both Father McCabe and Rev. Arthur Carlisle testified that they performed the ceremonies.

Grassey was living with the girl when the couple was arrested a few weeks ago. The arrest came about when husband No. 2 started to beat his wife. She applied to the police to have him locked up. When an investigation was made it was found that the girl had been married twice.

After hearing the evidence the magistrate found the girl guilty and remanded her for sentence. All during the trial and after her conviction she was laughing and giggling. When she was taken back to the chief's office to await transfer to Sandwich she laughed and joked with the officers.

"No matter what he says about me, I still love Noah, for when you once love a person you can't be otherwise," said the girl. It is thought that she is mentally unbalanced.

Grassey was forced to face a charge of willfully marrying the girl when he knew that her first husband was living. Grassey denied this, saying that the girl told him she had been a widow three months. The case was adjourned until Thursday to allow the crown to prepare evidence.

After the adjournment of the first charge against him Grassey was held on a charge of marrying marry the Lucier girl when he had a wife in the old country. Grassey said that he received a letter from some friends telling that his wife was dead.

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reddeadreference · 2 years ago

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Saint Denis Times No. 55

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This issue is available after completion of the mission: Uncle’s Bad Day

(All article transcripts below the cut)

Articles marked with * are exclusive to this region’s issue.

Articles marked with ** are only there upon completion of the related mission.

Bureau of Investigation Founded

SECRET SERVICE VETERANS JOIN STAFF. PROMISE TO ROOT OUT ORGANIZED CRIME.

The Attorney General has formed an autonomous investigative agency to be headed up by veteran law enforcement officer Edgar Ross in an attempt to track high profile and dangerous criminals. The Bureau will also be tasked with investigating financial fraud and other organized crimes.

Ross served for many years as a senior agent with the Pinkerton Detective Agency under the mentorship of the late Andrew Milton and then went on to work at the National Bureau of Criminal Identification, founded by the National Chiefs of Police Union in 1896, which was tasked to record information on criminals and gangs and work with law enforcement. He has been billed as one of the most humble, innovative and honest law enforcement officers of his class, and colleagues say that Ross produces results where others fail. Upon swearing in, he stated: "I want all criminals to know that here in America, everyone will eventually pay for what they have done."

Unrest in the Tropics

COST OF FOOD, FUEL ANGERS CITIZENS. SUGAR BARONS TO BLAME.

Island residents from Barbados to Cuba are experiencing soaring prices and short supply of food and fuel. They are blaming local politicians and sugar barons for the situation. Shortly after the political unrest in the area, including the assassination of prominent sugar industry advocate and Guarman governor Alberto Fussar in 1899, American banking institutions, including JD McKnight and Co., took control of the sugar industry on several islands, including Barbados, the Virgin Islands, and Guarma.

Fields which once flourished with locally grown foods and were used to feed the island nation suddenly switched to growing sugar cane. As a result of a single crop economy, all foodstuffs are imported, to great expense for local peoples. Foreign investors hire locals to guard and police their massive plantations, subjecting workers to harsh conditions and penalties.

Local groups argue that island residents are suffering the most, while businesses say heavy investments by American financial institutions have allowed for the revitalization of the local economies.

'We Are Helpless'

TOWNS DECRY UNCHECKED VIOLENCE. OUTLAW GANGS RUNNING RAMPANT. LED BY NOTORIOUS CRIMINAL MICAH BELL.

A cacophony of outrage has been building at the lawlessness that prevails in towns across the area. Numerous outlaw gangs seem to operate unchecked or unstoppable by law enforcement, rendering terrified citizens helpless. The reward for the killing or capture of infamous outlaw Micah Bell and his gang was recently increased by government officials in response to the unanimous outcry from citizens that something must be done about this murderous gang of thieves and killers.

Mr. Bell and his associates continue their spree of killing and robbing while running roughshod over law enforcement. His acts of lawlessness rival that of Van der Linde himself. They pay no debts and dynamite banks and buildings as a recreational pastime. Bell has long been a suspect in the Blackwater Bank Robbery and Strawberry massacre back in 1899 and numerous train robberies that have ended in dismemberment or death of passengers in the years since then. Little is known of Mr. Bell's origins.

Reverend Swanson Leads NY Church

DELIVERS POWERFUL MESSAGE

Reverend Orville Swanson was inducted into his official capacity as minister at the First Congregational Church of New York this week, having moved to the city to accept the position. A service was held and then a reception was given to celebrate the appointment. Encouraging reports from attendees indicate that Reverend Swanson delivered an impassioned and heartfelt sermon about acknowledging sin and seeking redemption. He spoke about his own break from faith, a dark period when he could not attend church, falling into sin, depravity and wanton gluttony.

He chronicled the period where he rediscovered his faith and began witnessing on street-corners, to then become assistant pastor at a church in Ohio and now New York. During his recent attendance at the Convention Meeting of First Congregational Churches he delivered a very moving oration, impressing attendees as an eloquent and persuasive speaker, and was almost immediately offered the position.

Tallulah Jetty Gang Killed

BANK RAIDED IN BROAD DAYLIGHT. CITIZENS FORM POSSE.

United States Marshal Fulkerton received a dispatch from Silver Springs indicating that after years of evading capture, the Tallulah Jetty Gang was chased down after a brazen bank robbery in broad daylight. After a series of outrages, including the killing of several women and elders, officers placed 200 men in pursuit of the gang, which was overtaken near Anadarko.

A combination force of Cherokee Indians and a militia formed after the bank robbery pursued the gang to a cave in the bluffs south of the area, where a spectacular gun battle took place, killing several officers. After a period of quiet, one man entered the cave where he found a gravely wounded William Bishop bleeding out next to deceased henchmen Harold Sutton and James Shaw.

Liquor Smuggled Into Indian Territory

DEPUTIES PURSUE OUTLAWS, ONE KILLED.

A dispatch received from Comanche Indian territory yesterday says that Deputy United States Marshal Tidwell and another deputy attempted to arrest Cletus Yarnell and Lawrence Branch for introducing intoxicating liquors into Indian Territory. The outlaws resisted arrest and a gun battle ensued, with Marshal Tidwell's horse being shot out from under him. The desperados fled into Indian territory and were pursued. Yarnell was mortally wounded, Branch was arrested.

Bubonic Plague in San Francisco

CITY STILL REELING AFTER EARTHQUAKE THAT KILLED 3,000.

After an earthquake that destroyed 80 percent of the city and killed over 3,000 people, the city of San Francisco now reports that a second epidemic of bubonic plague has broken out. It is believed the outbreak is due to the large number of rats in the area. Fleas from infected rats transmit the disease, resulting in fever symptoms, seizures, gangrene and necrosis of the extremities, along with, in many cases, death.

New Railroad Completed

A GRAND PROJECT OUR MANIFEST DESTINY

The final ties were laid and spikes driven through to complete the Central Union rail line stretching through New Hanover. Passengers will be able to bypass the Grizzlies, Rhodes, and Scarlett Meadows, drastically reducing travel time. Now with a direct line connecting Cornwall Kerosene and Tar and Saint Denis, freight and commuters will flow fast and freely.

The project came with complications, including controversy over missing workers' wages and a land dispute. Representatives from towns such as Van Horn Trading Post and Annesburg say the new line will result in the decline of their towns. Civic planners hail the railroad as a new dawning day in American progress and history.

The Art of Angling by Jeremy Gill

SOCKEYE SALMON.

Last year while fishing in the Alaskan territories, I soon discovered that a family of bears was fishing too, and one particularly angry Kodiak took exception to my overwhelming success of pulling dozens of Sockeye Salmon out of the water. I could not blame him; however, now his head sits sentry above my foyer with a salmon in its mouth, a testament to the hunter becoming the hunted.

In cold streams, and particularly in the Grizzlies, salmon will strike river lures and are possibly the best tasting fish you can bring home for supper. They are so plentiful you may take as many as you like with no consequence. Happy casting.

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josefavomjaaga · 10 months ago

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This is an addition to my first answer for @joachimnapoleon and relates to an article by André Gavoty from the Revue des Deux Mondes, 1 July 1957. It does not have much Fouché in it, but at least some, and much more about another high ranking member of Fouché’s police (whom, funnily enough, I had already "met" in Nicole Gotteri's book, during Soult’s troubles in Portugal and Spain), Pierre-François Denis de Lagarde. But mostly it concerns a lady about whom Napoleon, on 27 July 1805, i.e. during Eugène’s first days as viceroy, felt the need to personally scribble the following message:

Saint-Cloud, 8 thermidor year XIII. I am informed that you are in correspondence with a woman called Dervieux. I don't know if you know that this lady is just a girl [meaning, I presume; unmarried], a schemer who has often been used by the police. A woman like that should not receive letters from you: that's the filth of Paris! I think I should warn you about this so that it serves you as a guideline.

As this is, as stated above, a letter by Napoleon in his own handwriting, there is actually some confusion about the name of the lady. An older historian had read "Derviez", Gavoty however claims it must be "Dervieux" and identifies her as Louise-Jeanne-Nicole-Arnalde Denis de Trobriand, sister to one of Davout’s ADCs, married (yes, indeed, Sire!) since 1791 to one Barthélemy Dervieu(x) Duvillar(s/d) – seriously, the spelling issues in this era kill me! - or du Villar(s/d), and best known as Fanny du Villars, cousin to South-American hero of independence Simon Bolivar. Hence the title of Gavoty’s article.

I had already read that Fanny was supposed to have had two children from Eugène (apparently according to family lore) but this is the first detailed description of their relationship. Though Gavoty does not really add much when it comes to this particular aspect.

Now, according to Gavoty, the rather brutal reproach by Napoleon cited above had been due to an intrigue by Fouché. During the Consulate, Fanny du Villars had been one of many salonnières, belonging to and moving in the same circles as Madame Recamier, i.e., wealthy bourgeois, not necessarily happy about the idea of an empire and increasingly in opposition to Napoleon’s plans. Eugène had frequented her salon and actually had been friends with both her and her lover Lagarde. When Eugène became viceroy in Milan, Fanny sent him a letter of congratulations along with the request to find a lucrative post for their common friend Lagarde. Eugène did indeed ask Napoleon to employ Lagarde as chief of police in the Kingdom of Italy, and he also sent Fanny some "friendly replies" to thank her for her congratulations.

[See, Murat? That’s how it’s done! - Sorry, couldn’t help myself. That correspondence will never cease to amuse me.]

Anyway, that "friendly reply" was apparently the correspondence that had caused Napoleon’s outburst. As Gavoty relates, before employing Lagarde, Napoleon had asked the opinion of Lagarde’s boss, Fouché. And Fouché was on one hand very eager to have one of his men in Italy in order to keep him informed, but on the other hand he feared the close personal relations between Lagarde and Eugène. And so he denounced both Lagarde (a bit) and Fanny (a lot) to Napoleon, making sure that Napoleon would not want to see Eugène in contact with either of the two.

We actually have Napoleon’s response concerning Lagarde in DuCasse’s publication of Eugène’s letters (tome 1):

Saint-Cloud, 27 July 1805 […] I have just given orders for Monsieur Lagarde, who works for the Minister of Police, to go and see you. He is a man who has played many roles; in short, a police officer. Keep him at a distance and only communicate with him through Méjean. Stick to what I tell you, and not to your twenty-year-old heart. For four years I have used him a lot in the police, and I have never seen him: that is not absolutely what you should do too; but, if you see him four times in a year, that is enough. Be careful not to let your opinion show; on the contrary, he must believe that you are concerned about him. […]

As to Eugène’s reply to Napoleon’s letter about Fanny du Villars, Gavoty quotes it, too:

Milan, 9 August 1805 [...] This morning I received a letter from Your Majesty in the post. I thank Him for the advice He has been kind enough to give me with regard to Madame de Dervieux. I must also inform Your Majesty that this is Lagarde's mistress and that she is going to accompany him to Italy. Your Majesty may rest assured that I will take advantage of the advice He has been kind enough to give me […]

I’m not sure in how far this is polite Beauharnais speak for "Thanks, up yours". But I agree with Gavoty that Eugène clearly takes great pleasure here in informing Napoleon about a detail that Fouché likely had forgot to mention: Lagarde and Fanny being lovers, and the depraved woman Eugène was not allowed to write to thus soon coming to Milan. Eugène also makes a point in calling her "Madame".

Actually, she’s very much married, Naps! She just doesn’t care, you know?

Presumably, his imperial stepfather was aghast at this Sodom and Gomorrha surrounding his stepson. And so was, a couple of months later, apparently the new vice-queen, a certain "prudish" princesse Auguste of Bavaria. By that time, Fanny and Lagarde had moved on to Venice and had found a suitable third for a happy ménage-à-trois in the French consul at Venice, Julien Bessières, a cousin of Eugène’s friend, the marshal. Eugène around this time apparently wanted to see Julien replaced, though I am unsure if this really was due to Auguste or in any other way related to Julien’s personal relations with Fanny and Lagarde. I know there is some correspondence detailing Eugène’s conflict with Julien Bessières but I have not checked for more information.

Just wanted to share this bit, as little as it is.

Hello! I was wondering if you’ve ever come across anything regarding Eugène’s relationship with Fouché? I was just browsing Hortense’s memoirs and she off-handedly mentions that Fouché disliked Eugène. It’s the first time I’ve seen either mentioned in regard to the other so now I’m curious. Here’s the excerpt; the “attempt” in question was when Friedrich Staps tried to murder Napoleon in 1809:

“The generals and other officers, shocked that such an attempt should have been made and alarmed at the idea of what might have happened, had considered seriously the situation arising from the absence of any direct heir to the imperial throne. They debated who might have been chosen as the Emperor’s successor had the attempt succeeded, and unanimously voted for the Viceroy. Public opinion throughout France indorsed the verdict. Rumors of this reached the Emperor and displeased him. They revived all his ideas concerning a divorce and later caused him to say to me during one of our conversations: “It became a necessity; public opinion demanded it.” I believe also that Fouché, with his skill for intrigue and dislike for my brother, took advantage of the episode to bring the matter of a divorce again to the Emperor’s attention. He perhaps even mentioned that my mother and I were deliberately engaged in promoting Eugène’s popularity.”

Hi, and thank you for the Ask! 💖

Of the top of my head, I could not point my finger to any particular interaction between the two, neither negative nor positive. Once Eugène was in Milan, while Fouché stayed in Paris, there was barely a chance for them to be at odds with each other, at least directly. And before that, Eugène simply had not had a high enough rank (officially) to be of much importance.

That Eugène was not fond of Fouché, especially after Fouché had tried to talk Josephine into a divorce in 1807, that I will believe. Josephine wrote to Eugène in detail about it. When Fouché in 1813/4 went on his mission to Italy, he not only saw Murat but also Eugène, and in his memoirs he (or whoever wrote in his name) claims that only after Fouché had explained it to him did Eugène understand that his future, too, was in jeopardy should Napoleon fall (which, I believe, is somewhat contradicted by Eugène's own correspondence with Auguste and their constant worries about the future of their children).

And then, during the second Restauration, Fouché, on the run and kicked out of France, asked Eugène for protection and an asylum in Bavaria. Which Eugène politely but very firmly declined. And that's rather unusual, for him.

As to the events Hortense relates in her memoirs, being the malicious person that I am I always read that a little differently 😊:

First of all, I assume it to be blown somewhat out of proportion, with Hortense trying to give Eugène more importance than he truly had. Though, in fairness, there are Austrian sources that point in the same direction, so something may really have gone on in the army (Napoleon's main base of support!). That there was a huge portion of dissatisfied men and officers ever since the Polish campaign, that much at least seems to be clear (the "Roi Nicolas" affair in Portugal, with several high-ranking officers either conspiring with the enemy or at least revolting against Soult, happens almost at the same time). It's possible that they (or some of them) picked Eugène as a rallying figure, as somebody who might bring some calm and restraint for the future.

And secondly, I always understood this to mean that Josephine and Hortense of course really had intrigued on Eugène's behalf and tried to win public support for the idea of Eugène as Napoleon's successor. Fouché had reported to Napoleon about it - as was his job! -, Napoleon had not taken it well (as was to be expected), and now Fouché was an enemy of Eugène's in the eyes of Josephine and Hortense 😁. (Napoleon did react badly to all signs of Eugène gaining a reputation of his own at this time, there's also Eugène's panicked reaction about a book someone had written about his campaign and that he had not managed to seize in time before it reached Paris. And as to Hortense and Josephine pushing Eugène into the limelight, there is another incident during the Russian campaign, when an account of the Battle of Malojaroslavetz praising Eugène and the Army of Italy to the sky "accidentally" found its way into a French newspaper...)

So, from the little evidence we have, I'd argue Fouché was rather Josephine's enemy, and only in extension that of Eugène (Eugène being designated as Napoleon's successor would of course have resolved the question of a divorce forever). If he acted in opposition to Eugène, it surely was in accordance with Napoleon's plans (which may or may not have coincided with Fouché's own).

As usual, I wish I had a better answer. But I'll pay attention from now on, maybe I come across some more actual interaction between the two in the future. Thanks again for the Ask!

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silkling · 3 years ago

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Of Rules and Regulations

Of Moments of Life AU

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Chase didn’t understand humans, sometimes. Chief spoke of the importance of following the rules, but fairly often the human let the citizens of Griffin Rock get off with very little punishment in regards to their rule breaking. Yes, he did ticket speeders and illegal parkers, but all too often he would allow people to break the same rule multiple times and would not increase the penalty, as so many human law books suggested was prudent. It confounded him. He did not understand. Were rules not important?

Chase knew they were. Rules were the pillars of a structured society. The Rescue Force, when it had still stood, had been built on rules and order. They had functioned best when the regulations and protocols had been followed…hadn’t they? Unbidden, the police bot found himself remembering Sigma-17’s encounter with the energon eater. He knew what protocol would have dictated, in that circumstance. ‘Do not cease the rescue operation, not until all other options have been exhausted and there is no chance of mission success.’

That was one of the Rescue Bot codes. Had they followed it, they would have pushed past the energon eater to follow the distress signal. Except….Chase knew now that the signal had been a false one. If they had not halted the rescue operation, then Sigma-17 would have continued to try and save bots that did not exist, and would likely have lost one, or more, of its members to the space beast. So in that circumstance, it would have been foolhardy to follow the rules. But…that was an exception, wasn’t it? Surely it was best to follow the rules at any other time?

He was so caught up in his own processor as he went down to the bunker that he didn’t notice when his path led him directly into that of another. Chase let out a surprised shout when he impacted something hard and large, and the force of it, even if he hadn’t been walking fast, enough to make him stumble back and almost trip over his own pedes. Thankfully, a large hand caught his shoulder and righted him quickly. He looked up to thank who had caught him, thinking it to be Boulder since no one else had hands close to that size, only for his voice to die in his throat when his optics met the red gaze of Dreadwing.

“Ah. Dreadwing.” he said, shuffling awkwardly. Dreadwing was another case that made Chase’s processor ache.

Again, he knew what protocol would dictate about the Seeker’s circumstance. A jail cell until a trial could be held. But every time he tried to think of that idea, his spark ached and protested it, and he didn’t know why. It just…didn’t feel right. Dreadwing had done horrible things in the name of the Deception cause. He knew this. The Seeker had even admitted as such. Yet….he didn’t want to go see him punished either. He knew why the flyer had done the things he had. He didn’t understand, not truly, but his reasons had been just, even if his actions had not been. And given what Chase had learned of his Dreadwing and others like him had suffered when they hadn’t been under the Decepticon banner, well. Chase couldn’t see himself demanding recompense. It was hard to. Dreadwing was not a saint, he knew that. But…he wasn’t some violent, sparkles monster either.

“Hello, little one.” The Seeker’s deep rumble tore him from any further spiraling. “You seem troubled.”

Chase opened his mouth to deny it, but his vocalizer faded to static. It clicked as he forced it to reset, the Cybertronian equivalent of clearing one’s throat, and he sagged. “Perhaps.” he agreed.

He thought again of his confusion, and his processor all but screamed with discontent as it struggled to make sense of the data it had been given. He didn’t know who he could talk to about this. None of his teammates were as stringent about rules as he was, and he doubted the humans could grasp out protocol and regulations were practically a part of Chase’s core coding. They weren’t Cybertronian, after all.

Except…

Except Dreadwing had been a high ranking officer in a structured military for longer than modern human civilization has existed. He, of all those Chase could talk to, was the most likely to understand. But could he? The Seeker had once been a Decepticon, so would be even be willing to help?

His mind flashed to Blades, and the way the copter’s rotors had been happily fluttering as he told the team how Dreadwing and he had swapped stories of their brothers, and how the older flyer had taken the younger bot to the back of the island at night for in depth flight lessons. Dreadwing had been a Deception once, true. But he seemed more than willing to help Blades, and Chase found himself praying that that odd fondness wasn’t just for the copter bot.

“Dreadwing.” he straightened his spinal strut, meeting that red gaze head on. “If you would be willing, I would require your advice. There is a matter that is causing me severe distress and my processor is unable to understand the data I have gathered on the topic.”

Dreadwing simply stared at him for a moment, his right wing twitching in a gesture that Chase didn’t know how to interpret. He knew flyers were capable of communicating with their flight appendages. It was why Dreadwing was so attentive to every movement of Blades’s rotors. But he was no flyer, and he didn’t know what that twitch meant.

Thankfully, Dreadwing quickly seemed to realize this, because he instead dipped his helm. “I would be most amenable to help, little one. Perhaps you would prefer to sit somewhere comfortable? I sense this will not be a short discussion.”

Chase nodded his agreement, quickly leading the way to the lounge. He pulled over one of the bot sized beanbags for himself, settling into it comfortably while Dreadwing took a seat on the couch. After a moment of organizing his thoughts, he lifted his gaze. “I am struggling with my core beliefs and understanding whether or not they may be wrong.”

Dreadwing tipped his helm to the side. “I see.” he hummed.

Chase figured he likely would. The Seeker had had to recently shift his entire worldview of where his loyalties lay, after all. “I…have built my understanding of the world and my surroundings on rules. There are rules to everything, I have learned. Not just the laws that govern society, but strict rules of how certain things operate and function within the world. The rules of organic reproduction, for example, or the rules that bind Earth to a cycle of different seasons. These are all set rules that do not break.”

The Seeker hummed. “So I see. Then here does your issue lie?”

“I….” he trailed off, then reset his vocalizer. “Chief Burns consistently lets the people of Griffin Rock off with lesser punishments than he should, if he were following the laws of his society. Just this morning, when he should have given Mr.Harrison a much harsher penalty for once again causing a mass public disturbance, he let him off with merely a word of warning.” The cop bot sounded frustrated. “And there is also…” He looked down. “You. Protocol dictates you should be locked within a cell until such time you can stand trial. But I find myself disliking that idea and I have no desire or intention of actually following through on it. I am aware you have done horrible things in the past, yet my spark insists that you can be given a better chance to make amends here and with your freedom than locked away in a jail cell.” he finished, frustrated and angry with his own lack of understanding.

To his credit, Dreadwing let him finish before he spoke. “I believe I understand now.” he stared hard at the smaller bot. “Rules are important. You are correct about that. In a well functioning, proper society, rules create the pillar upon which order is maintained.”

Chase made a frustrated noise. “Then why-“

Dreadwing cut him off. “However. In such societies, there is also often a deep sense of community. That means there is an understanding among all those within that society that some of the rules that establish their land are more important than others. Vos operated under such a system. The Senate despised us for it, as it meant there were instances in which Vos’s children did not fit into the societal rules they had set for the rest of Cybertron.”

Chase blinked. “But what does that have to do with it?”

“In such a society, where some rules are deemed less important, it is also generally understood that if one breaks those rules they may not necessarily have to face the punishment written by the law as long as no one was harmed. Take speeding, for example. I know one of the citizens on this island does so consistently, and yet Chief Burns only ever gives him a single ticket.”

Chase jerked. “How did you-“

“You rant about that specific man very often, Chase.” the Seeker said dryly. “Now, in that instance, the Chief is in the right. He could ticket the human more, he could jail him for the night, but that would not help matters. Perhaps it would stop him, but it would also build a sense of resentment.”

Chase crossed his arms. “What does that matter?”

“It matters quite a bit.” Dreadwing sighed. “In a society built on a sense of community, like Vos was and like Griffin Rock is, it is not lack of total and complete order that causes things to crack. It is resentment. Vos, this island, they were, and are, both built on the backs of their children’s’ respect and regard for one another. Once that respect and regard is lost, so to are the foundations that make Griffin Rock a community.” he explained.

Chase blinked. “Chief…does not penalize the citizens of the island more harshly because they are a community?”

Dreadwing hummed. “Precisely.” he agreed. “Without the proper community, it would not truly be Griffin Rock. As such, the people of the island have an unspoken understanding that, so long as no one is harmed when something goes wrong or when someone breaks a rule, then it does no harm to let them off with a lesser punishment.”

“Or even no punishment at all?”

“Or even no punishment at all.” Dreadwing seemed pleased that Chase was starting to understand. “As for the second half of your concerns…I do understand that as well. You are correct. Any legal system would demand my incarceration. However, one must also look at the specific circumstances.” he leaned back. “I cannot tell you how you should think on the matters of my crimes and the penalties I should face. That is not a decision that is mine to make.”

Chase blinked, then sagged and nodded. “I know. And the fact that you are not trying to sway my opinion says much more about your willingness to make things right than any long term imprisonment could, I believe.”

Dreadwing chuckled. “Thank you, little one. I will do my best not to misplace your faith. Primus saw fit to gift me a second chance and the opportunity to make amends. I will still avenge my brother one day, but I will not squander what I have been given here.”

Chase smiled despite himself. “Good.” Then his expression dropped a little, and he looked down. “What about in societies that are not built on community? Are rules not important there?”

Dreadwing tilted his helm. “Hm.” he narrowed red optics. “That is a more complicated matter. If the society functions and all within it are content, then yes, I suppose the rules would be important. But that is not often the case. Before the War, Cybertron functioned under strict rules, but it was in fact those same rules that caused so much suffering.”

Chase looked at the Seeker in confusion. “I…was aware of the discontent. I knew the lower castes were struggling. But how bad was it exactly?”

Dreadwing tilted his helm up. “The root of the problems lay in Functionism itself, little one. It was a plague. The Rescue Force, by some odd miracle, was not affected by Functionism. They believed that as long as a Bot was willing to train, then any frame-type could be used in rescues, as there was not only one kind of rescue and some would require unorthodox frame abilities.” the Seeker sighed heavily. “However, the rest of Cybertron was not so lucky.” Fingers drummed against the couch, and the Seeker was silent as he considered his next words. “Your teammate, the little bulldozer? Had he not been a Rescue Bot, then the rules of Functionism would have forced him to be a construction worker, whether he wished it or not. And if he did not bend to his function, then the Senate would have punished him severely and they would have been allowed by law to do so.”

Chase went still, optics wide. He couldn’t imagine that happening to Boulder. He knew what sort of punishment Dreadwing was talking about. Anything from jail to…empurata. He shuddered as the thought crossed his processor. He couldn’t imagine Boulder, warm, soft-sparked Boulder forced to bare the markers of empurata. That penalty was too much. Even he had been aware of that much of the Senate’s darkness, even if he hadn’t understood how bad it had truly been.

“I….see.” he whispered.

And he was starting to. Rules had defined his life up unto now, but…his life had dramatically changed, and so had to the rules that defined it. Perhaps it was time he changed his own understanding of rules as well. He looked up to meet Dreadwing’s gaze, standing up from his beanbag. “I…thank you, Dreadwing.” he said gratefully. “I do not understand fully, but I believe I will eventually. You have given me much to think about. Your advise….it was much appreciated.”

Dreadwing too, stood. He nodded at the littler bot, and Chase found his spark was starting to hammer at the thought that this, whatever is was, was going to end. “Movie!” he blurted.

At Dreadwing’s confused stare, he reset his vocalizer. “I would like to share something of mine with you, now that you’ve shared your advice with me. If you’d be open to it. Blades has shown you his favorite Earth entertainment, and if you would not be opposed than I would like to show you mine.” he said, and despite himself he couldn’t keep the hopeful note from his voice.

Dreadwing seemed to catch on to his true intentions, because the Seeker had a knowing glint in his optics. There was a brief silence as the flyer considered, then his helm dipped in acquiescence. “I would be interested in seeing what it is that garners your enjoyment, young one.” he agreed, retaking his seat on one end of the couch.

Chase relaxed, and was quick to set up the movie and grab the remote. It was the first movie in his favorite series of detective films. This series wasn’t quite as silly as some of the others, and some of the crimes were genuinely thought provoking. Chase was hoping Dreadwing would appreciate the moral complexity. He moved to the beanbag as the movie started up, and paused to glance at the empty space next to Dreadwing. After only a moment of hesitation, he pulled the beanbag to the nook where it was usually kept with the others like it, then went to take the empty seat on the couch. Dreadwing only shot him a glance, but did nothing else before returning his attention to the film.

After the movie had progressed, Chase felt his frame shift slightly, instinctively seeking out the warmth and closeness of the larger frame by his side. His shoulder pressed into Dreadwing’s arm, and when he realized what he’d done he tensed and made to pull away. Only…Dreadwing didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the large Seeker only shifted his position, freeing up space for Chase to rest more comfortably against his side. After a second’s thought, the police bot did so, tucking in against the larger Cybertronian and enjoying the quiet closeness. Cybertronians were a social species after all, and physical touch was just as important to them as it was to the humans.

Dreadwing didn’t drape his arm around the youngling, as he did whenever Blades burrowed in close to him. He seemed to understand that it would make Chase more uncomfortable than relaxed, because he simply kept it tucked back so that Chase was leaning back on it as he curled into the Seeker’s side.

The movie progressed, and Chase found his processor settling more and more as time went on. Eventually, the usually loud data processing that flowed through his mind quieted to a gentle buzz, and he felt himself relaxing against the frame of the older Cybertronian he’d tucked himself into. He still had a lot he had to figure out, but now he was more certain of one thing.

He would enjoy having Dreadwing around. The Seeker wasn’t quite so bad, after all.

In fact, Chase thought, frame and processor at peace with each other for the first time since Sigma-17 had departed Cybertron on that fateful mission. In fact, I think I truly do enjoy having him here. He feels…he feels like family.

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And here we have the second installment in the “of moments in life” AU! No Blades this time, but there is Dreadwing and Chase bonding! Chase is starting to accept that not all is black and white, and Dreadwing is starting to find a new place and purpose for himself. Also, he’s a dad now. He just hasn’t really realized it yet.

I hope everyone enjoyed that! I had a lot of fun with it! There’s going to be more of this in the future, so if y’all wanna make sure you don’t miss the updates and whatnot, follow the “of moments in life au” tag.

I’ll see you all in the next fic. Until next time, friends!

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“There Was Blood All Over”: Muslim Persecution of Christians, January 2021

by Raymond Ibrahim

The following are among the abuses inflicted on Christians by Muslims throughout the month of January, 2021:

Attacks on Churches

USA: Arsonists torched an Armenian church in San Francisco in a spike of anti-Armenian hate crimes believed to have been inspired by Armenia’s recent clash with its Muslim neighbors, Azerbaijan and its Turkish supporter. According to the Jan. 6 report,

In the San Francisco Bay Area alone, there have been four hate crimes committed against the Armenian community over the last six months including a local Armenian School being vandalized with hateful and racist graffiti, which was followed by an arson attack on St. Gregory Armenian Apostolic Church. There are about 2,500 Armenian-Americans living in the San Francisco Bay Area, so these crimes per capita is a very high number given how small the community is. For a region of the country that prides itself on its progressivism, diversity and acceptance of all cultures, these latest attacks should be a warning sign that hate and violence can rear their ugly heads irrespective of where you may live…. The vandals at the Armenian School in San Francisco spray-painted the colors of the Azerbaijan flag and used threatening language in Azerbaijani. In many ways, these latest hate crimes, coupled with the resurgence of hostilities in the South Caucasus, are a continuation of the Armenian Genocide that is now finding its way to the San Francisco Bay Area. It is often said that those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. We are clearly seeing these prophetic words come to life for Armenians in the San Francisco Bay Area who have fought for decades for recognition of the Armenian Genocide. As victims of oppression, Armenians see these latest attacks as an extension of Turkey and Azerbaijan’s denial of the 1915 Armenian Genocide and a threat to their very existence.

Sweden: Twice over the course of four days, an 800-year-old church in Stockholm was firebombed. First, on Sunday, Jan. 24, 2021, several Molotov cocktails were hurled at the twelfth century Spånga church, which is located in a Muslim majority area. According to the church’s pastor, “the alarm was triggered when a window was smashed and flammable liquid thrown at the front gate and one of the windows. However, the fire was quickly put out by the police, who used a powder extinguisher.” The same church had been fire-bombed just four days earlier, on Jan. 20, 2021: two explosives were hurled at and smashed through the church windows, and another was lobbed at the church gate. Moreover, according to one report,

Spånga parish has been subjected to attacks on several previous occasions. In December 2018, an explosive device was detonated in the same parish. No one was convicted for the blast.

Hailing from the 12th century, the Spånga Church is one of the oldest in the Swedish capital. It is located on the outskirts of Tensta and is flanked by Rinkeby, both notorious for their heavy presence of immigrants (about 90 percent of the population)… Both areas are dominated by immigrants from Muslim countries and are formally classified as “particularly vulnerable” (which many consider to be a palatable euphemism for a “no-go zone”) due to failed integration and major problems including unemployment, rampant crime and Islamic extremism.

Attacks against churches have become a familiar sight in Sweden. Last year alone, a number of churches, mostly those in troubled suburban [i.e., heavily Muslim migrant] areas, were subjected to various types of attacks and vandalism, including those in Gottsunda, Uppsala and Rosengård, Malmö.

Philippines: An Islamic group consisting primarily of teenage Muslims opened fire on a church. According to the Jan. 8 report,

the Islamic State-linked Bangsamoro Islamic Freedom Fighters [BIFF], a terrorist group based in the southern Philippines, attacked a parish church after conducting a raid on the town’s military and police outposts. After a 15-minute firefight, both the church building and a statue of the patron saint bore bullet holes. Police and military authorities said the BIFF had also plotted to set ablaze Sta. Teresita parish church and the church-run Notre Dame of Dulawan high school in the area. However, their attempt to burn the two church facilities was foiled by policemen and soldiers.

BIFF is an Islamic separatist organization operating in the Philippines; it swore allegiance to the Islamic State in 2014. Right before the church attack, dozens of gunmen from the Islamic group attacked the local police station and burned a police vehicle parked outside. The police attack came after two men connected with the group were arrested and is seen as a reprisal attack against police. Muslim terrorism has been on the rise in the Philippines, the population of which is 86% Christian. According to the report,

In August [2020], pro-ISIS terrorists blew themselves up in attacks that killed at least 15 people … and injured 80 others in the city of Jolo … in the far south of the country, whose population is majority Roman Catholic.

In 2019, terrorists set off two explosive devices at the Our Lady of Mount Carmel Cathedral, also known as the Jolo Cathedral, in the Mindanao region. The attack resulted in approximately 100 injuries and about 20 dead.

In August 2019, pastor Ernesto Javier Estrella of the United Church of Christ in Antipas, Cotabato Province, was shot and killed on the Island of Mindanao.

In June 2018, Catholic priest Richmond Nilo was gunned down in a chapel in Zaragoza town in Nueva Ecija province, at the altar where he was preparing to celebrate mass.

Slaughter of Christians

Pakistan: The bloated bodies of two Christian sisters, who had long rebuffed the advances of their Muslim employers, were found in a sewer in January 2021. Earlier, on November 26, the sisters, Sajida (28) and Abida (26), who were both married and had children, were reported as missing. The two Muslim men for whom they worked had regularly pressured them to convert to Islam and marry them. Even though the young women “made it clear that they were Christian and married, the men threatened them and kept harassing the sisters.” Forty days after they were reported missing, on January 4, 2021, their decomposed bodies were discovered. Their Muslim supervisors, during their interrogation, “confessed that they had abducted the sisters,” said Sadija’s husband; “and after keeping them hostage for a few days for satisfying their lust, had slit their throats and thrown their bodies into the drain.” The widower described the families’ ordeal:

When police informed us that they had identified the two bodies as those of our loved ones, it seemed that our entire world had come crumbling down…. I still cannot fathom the site [sic] of seeing my wife’s decomposed body.

Discussing this case, Nasir Saeed, Director of the Centre for Legal Aid Assistance and Settlement in the UK, said,

The killing of Abida and Sajida in such a merciless way is not an isolated case, but the killing, rape and forced conversion of Christian girls have become an everyday matter and the government has denied this and therefore is doing nothing to stop the ongoing persecution of Christians. Unfortunately, such cases happen very often in the country, and nobody pays any attention – even the national media – as Christians are considered inferior and their lives worthless.

Nigeria: On Jan. 16, Muslim Fulani herdsmen opened fire on and killed Dr. Amos Arijesuyo, pastor of Christ Apostolic Church and a highly respected professor at the Federal University of Technology. “The university condemns in the strongest terms this senseless attack that has led to the untimely death of an erudite university administrator and counselor par excellence,” the university said in a statement. “Dr. Arijesuyo’s death is a big loss to FUTA, the academic community in Nigeria and beyond. It is a death that should not have happened in the first place…. Our prayers and thoughts are with the wife, children and family members of our departed colleague at this difficult period of unquantifiable grief.”

In the two weeks before this murder, Muslim Fulani herdsmen killed 26 more people and wounded three in Christian majority regions. A separate report appearing in mid-January revealed that “More Christians are murdered for their faith in Nigeria than in any other country.”

Finally, in a speech released in January, Abubakar Shekau, the leader of the Islamic terror group Boko Haram, made clear that, despite Western claims that his organization is motivated by secular interests, religion colors everything. According to the Jan. 28 report, Shekau called on the new Chief of Defense Staff, Lt. General Lucky Irabor, a Christian, to “repent and convert to Islam.” He also told the new Chief of Army staff, Major General Ibrahim Attahiru, that, by going against Boko Haram, his behavior is “un-Islamic” and “he is no longer regarded as a Muslim.”

Attacks on Apostates and Evangelists

Uganda: A Muslim man beat his 13-week-pregnant wife, causing her to miscarriage, after he learned that she had converted to Christianity. On Jan. 13, Mansitula Buliro, the 45-year-old woman in question and mother of seven, was preparing for Muslim evening prayers with her husband when she began to have Christian visions. On the following day she secretly visited a Christian neighbor, prayed with her, and put her faith in Christ. Right before she left, a Muslim man knocked on the Christian neighbor’s door and said, “Mansitula, I thought you were a Muslim—how come I heard prayers mentioning the name of Issa [Jesus]?” Then, when Mansitula returned home her husband informed her that he had been told that she had become Christian. “I kept quiet,” Mansitula later explained in an interview:

My husband started slapping and kicking me indiscriminately. I then fell down. He went inside the house and came back with a knife and started cutting my mouth, saying, ‘Allahu akbar, Allahu akbar, Allahu akbar [jihadist slogan “Allah is greater”], I am punishing you to not speak about Yeshua [Jesus] in my house. This is a Muslim home.’

Her screaming caused her two youngest children (six and eight) also to start screaming, prompting neighbors to rush and stop the attack. “There was blood all over from my mouth,” Mansitula said. “My in-laws arrived, and in their presence my husband pronounced divorce: ‘Today you are no longer my wife. I have divorced you. Leave my house, or I will kill you.’” A neighbor took her by motorcycle to a nearby hospital. “I was examined, and they found that my fetus had been affected, and after four days I had a miscarriage…. It is now very difficult to reunite with my family. I am now Christian, and I have decided for Issa’s cause.”

Separately, on Dec. 27, around 7 pm, eight Muslims ambushed and beat Pastor Moses Nabwana and his wife, a mother of eight, as they were walking home from a church function: “They began by beating my husband, hitting him with sticks and blunt objects on the head, the back, his belly and chest,” Naura, his wife, said. “I made a loud alarm, and one of the attackers hit me with blows and a stick that affected my chest, back and broke my hand.” Christian neighbors rushed to their cries, prompting the assailants to flee. Due to the severe injuries they sustained, the wife was hospitalized for five days and her husband, Pastor Moses, was hospitalized for several more days. The assault came after area Muslims learned that an imam had converted to Christianity and joined their church; mosque leaders incited the attack. On that same night, “area Muslims demolished the roof, windows, doors and other parts of the[ir] church building that has a capacity for 500 people, leaving a heap of broken debris… Chairs, benches, musical instruments, amplifiers and other items were destroyed.”

Then, around 4:30 am on Sunday, Jan. 24, while the pastor was still recovering at the hospital, three Muslims broke into their home, again beating his wife, Naura—who was still recovering from her first beating—as well as two of their eight children. “I heard loud noises and plates being broken,” Naura recalled. “The children and I woke up. The attackers had broken the door and entered in. One started strangling me, while another threw one of my daughters outside through the window and broke the skin on her leg.” The Muslims fled before inflicting more damage once they learned that her brother-in-law and his family were rushing over: “The assailants left behind a Somali sword,” she said, “which I think they possibly had planned to use to rape and then kill me.” Naura’s 10 year-old daughter suffered a deep cut on her knee, and her 12-year-old daughter suffered an eye injury. Atop all the injuries she suffered from her first beating, Naura’s neck was injured: “I am still in great pain, and the doctor has recommended that my uterus, which is seriously damaged, needs to be removed,” she said. “This will need a big amount of money.” According to a church leader who visited Naura and her family in their thatched-roof dwelling the day after the attack, “She is still in pain and needs basic assistance in the absence of the husband, the bread-winner.”

Iran: On Jan. 18, the Islamic Republic’s “morality police” arrested Fatemeh (Mary) Mohammadi, a 22-year-old convert to Christianity and human rights activist, on the accusation that “her trousers were too tight, her headscarf was not correctly adjusted, and [that] she should not be wearing an unbuttoned coat.” This is the third time officials arrest Mary. She did six months of prison time, after her first arrest, for being a member of a house church—which the regime recently labeled as “enemy groups” belonging to a “Zionist” cult; she also spent a brief time in jail after participating in a peaceful protest in April 2020. Officials have also pressured her employer, whom she always had a good relationship with, to prevent her from returning to work as a gymnastics instructor; and she was kicked out of her university on the eve of her exams. Reflecting on her travails, Mary wrote that:

Everything is affected… Your work, income, social status, identity, mental health, satisfaction with yourself, your life, your place in society, your independence…. And as a woman it’s even harder to remain patient and endure, in a society so opposed to women and femininity, though crying out for them both.

Attacks on Christian ‘Blasphemers’ in Pakistan

Pakistan: On Jan. 28, hospital employees slapped and beat a Christian nurse who had worked there for nine years, after a Muslim nurse told them that she had said “only Jesus is the true Savior and that Muhammad has no relevance.” A hospital member recorded and loaded a video of the attack on Tabeeta Nazir Gill, a 42-year-old Catholic gospel singer. It shows the woman surrounded by a throng of angry Muslims who slap her and demand she “confess your crime in writing.” “I swear to God I haven’t said anything against the prophet [Muhammad],” the Christian woman insists in the video. “They are trying to trap me in a fake charge.” “Fortunately, someone called the police, and they promptly arrived on the scene and saved her life,” Pastor Eric Sahotra later explained. After questioning the accused, police concluded, based also on the testimony of other co-workers, that “A Muslim colleague made the false accusation due to a personal grudge,” continued the pastor:

Other hospital employees were misled into believing the allegation, so they also attacked Tabeeta…. News of the incident spread quickly through the social media, raising fears of mob violence outside the hospital and other areas.

A Muslim mob later descended on and besieged the police station; this prompted police to register a First Information Report against Gill under Section 295-C of Pakistan’s blasphemy statues—which calls for the maximum death penalty for anyone who verbally insults Islam’s prophet, Muhammad. Last reported, the woman’s two young children were “in a state of shock since the time they saw the graphic video of their mother’s beating,” said the pastor. No legal action was taken against the Muslim nurse who fabricated the blasphemy accusation to instigate her coreligionists. The report adds that,

In Pakistan, false accusations of blasphemy are common and often motivated by personal vendettas or religious hatred. Accusations are highly inflammatory and have the potential to spark mob lynchings, vigilante murders and mass protests. Many of those accused of blasphemy never reach the courtroom; violence has killed 62 accused people since 1990, with few prosecutions.

Separately, hundreds of Muslims descended on the village of a 25-year-old Christian man, and threatened to behead him and torch his and adjoining homes, soon after it became known that he had shared a Facebook post critical of Muhammad. According to the Jan. 5 report, on first learning that Muslims were angry, Raja Warris apologized, pointing out that he had only shared the post “for academic understanding between Christians and Muslims and did not mean to offend any Muslims.” The matter seemed to be closed after that; but then, and in the words of Rev. Ayub Gujjar, vice moderator of the Raiwind Diocese of the Church of Pakistan,

[W]e were informed by our congregation members in Charar that a huge mob had gathered in the locality on the call of a cleric affiliated with the extremist religio-political outfit, Tehreek-e-Labbaik Pakistan [TLP], and were demanding the beheading of the catechist. Fearing violence, hundreds of Christian residents fled their homes while around 400 anti-riot policemen were deployed in the area to thwart violence.

Rev. Gujjar and other Christian leaders rushed to the police station, which was quickly surrounded by Muslims who “chanted slogans against Christians,” prompting police to insist that Warris be handed over. Police then registered a First Information Report under Section 295-A and Section 298-A of Pakistan’s blasphemy laws, which call for up to 10 years imprisonment for blasphemers, and then showed it to the mob leaders, at which point they called off the siege and dispersed. Discussing this incident, Bishop of Raiwind Diocese Azad Marshall said that “Warris is an educated youth who loves to serve God.” Even so,

Christians especially need to be more careful in sharing content, because any faith-based post could be used to instigate violence against the community… We need to understand that Islamic religious sentiments run high in our country, therefore it’s important to carefully analyze the content before posting it online.

General Hostility for Christians and Christianity

Pakistan: On Jan. 5, a Muslim man severely beat his Christian employee because he had taken leave to attend a Christmas Day prayer service. Even though Ansar Masih had compensated for the missed day of work by working on the following Sunday, his manager was abusive. “When I argued with him, he called four other staffers to teach me a lesson for going to church and arguing with him,” Masih later explained. “They abused Christians for their religious practices and said derogatory words when they came to know that I was busy praying at the church.” The Christian man sustained several injuries during the assault and was taken to a local hospital. According to the report, as often happens in such cases,

Police officials and the men that assaulted Masih are now putting pressure on his family to settle the matter out of court. Masih has submitted an application to police regarding the incident, but not action has been taken by officers against Masih’s assailants.

Austria: According to a Jan. 5 report, approximately 40 Muslim migrants rioted and burned down a Christmas tree in Favoriten. On coming to extinguish the large tree, the fire brigade heard one of the migrants yelling: “A Christmas tree has no place in a Muslim district,” even as the raging mob pelted the emergency service officials with projectiles to screams of “Allahu Akbar.”

Raymond Ibrahim, author of Crucified Again and Sword and Scimitar, is a Distinguished Senior Fellow at the Gatestone Institute, a Shillman Fellow at the David Horowitz Freedom Center, and a Judith Rosen Friedman Fellow at the Middle East Forum.

About this Series

The persecution of Christians in the Islamic world has become endemic. Accordingly, “Muslim Persecution of Christians” was developed in 2011 to collate some—by no means all—of the instances of persecution that occur or are reported each month. It serves two purposes:

1) To document that which the mainstream media does not: the habitual, if not chronic, persecution of Christians.

2) To show that such persecution is not “random,” but systematic and interrelated—that it is rooted in a worldview inspired by Islamic Sharia.

Watch video below as Ibrahim describes his monthly report.

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#Islam #Muslim #Sharia #Jihad #Immigration #Legal #Law #News #Media #Politics #Mosque #persecution #Terror #Travel #Religion

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shellibisshe · 3 years ago

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wip day

tagged by @chazz-anova @tommymillers and @jackiesarch thank you all!!

not tagging anyone cus ,,,tired

have some more marthur I meant to share this with the rose tag game but I forgot

He nodded, but now he was more curious. And he was sure he knew who she was. “How’d you end up doin’ this?” he could picture her face, way back on his lone trip to Saint Denis. The woman arguing with the chief of police, “Weren’t you some sort a’ bounty hunter?”

“What?”

“I remember you, from Saint Denis,” he turned back to her a bit, the horse still trotting forward, “you were arguin’ with that officer.”

“Oh,” she sighed, dredging up memories, but then she remembered what else happened that night, “you were the one that ran into me.”

“You were in my way.”

“No, you were in my way.”

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #my writing #tag game #arthur morgan #oc: marian ramos

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retrograderesemblance · 2 years ago

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sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins:

𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲. When the headline of the Blackwater Massacre met the top of her desk, she knew that she needed to be quick on her feet if she wanted a chance at breaking this story. Almost as quickly as Dutch van der Linde and crew left the scene with Pinkertons at all sides, she needed to utilize speed to get a headstart on her scope. It’s said that Blackwater is shut tight and it’s unknown when the Pinkerton agents will leave the areas, but as questions lingered in the air, she felt as if the answers to her own questions were still within reach. Only if she was quick enough at securing them.

This race she put herself on required desperation, and she found it in the sight of a conman. If she didn’t need a horse so badly for the travel to Blackwater, she wouldn’t have wasted her time with the smooth words of a conman. She held her guard around him, but it was fraying at the edges each second she stayed rooted here in the dirty Saint Denis roads.

She closed her eyes and took in a breath, chilling her fury. She opened her eyes and steadied her voice. She suppressed the impatient tapping of her foot on the dirt below. ❝ And I don’t interview conmen. ❞ If he looked for a story, it would have to wait, but most conmen avoided any chance of public attention unless it served them. He shouldn’t be any different. She eyed the stable just behind him with a flicker of her brown eyes. ❝ If you can talk the owner into a cheap price for a horse, I’ll give you anything you would want. ❞ A broad deal like this might end up burning her when it’s finished, but the little money she had was needed for the trip. How long this whole excursion would cost her, she had no clue, but she wasn’t willing to part with her cash if she could. Anything else, she wagered, was amenable in a deal.

@retrograderesemblance

❝ I don’t interview conmen. ❞

It was a blunt statement and there was something about it that vexed him; if anything Face felt a tad insulted now that he knew he wasn’t the desired topic of inevitable yellow journalism. Still, the statement made things less complicated. He wasn’t exactly eager to remain in one place too long; he was sure he was on the cusp of drawing attention from Police Chief Lambert. The last thing he needed was Lambert realizing he had returned to town and placing a bounty on his head.

❝ If you can talk the owner into a cheap price for a horse, I’ll give you anything you would want. ❞

He doubted she had anything he wanted and yet there had always been more ease when it came to cons when a woman was willing to participate.

Sighing, Face asked, “Any color preference?”

@sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins

#worth your while #sharp teeth and wide grins #// don't mind me as i struggle to use the new editor xDD

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fonfan121 · 3 years ago

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Alexandra Higgins

Born in San Francisco 1872 with her twin sister Elizabeth, their mother Delilah died during birth. The father (they refused to say his name out of spite) was a racist asshole and railroad baron, who helped develop the rail between San Francisco and Los Angeles and eventually the rail from Los Angeles to Saint Denis (stand-in New Orleans)

Despite their father being an asshole, he got them good educations. Alexandra learned Spanish and Medicine but doesn't pass and Elizabeth learned French and Economics, acing her studies. Still being an asshole he tried to groom the twins to be married into rich families, they have absolutely none of it. At the age of 17 Alexandra punches one of her would be suitors in the face, infuriating her father.

Alexandra is eventually fed up with dad and Elizabeth helps make a plan to flee from San Francisco to Los Angeles at age 21, stealing dad's wallet with several hundred $$$. Elizabeth furthered her education and joined a small business, while Alexandra starts heavy lifting work and doing ring fights on the side. The pair are forced to split up in 1895 when Elizabeth is discovered to be using her father's name to drum up business and Alexandra is busted courting (or rather cavorting at the time) with a prominent citizen's daughter.

Elizabeth heads to New York in an attempt to create her own business, with dreams to become as successful if not more so than individuals such as Leviticus Cornwall while Alexandra heads to Saint Denis in early 1896, before drifting around doing odd jobs and eventually settling into Blackwater in 1897.

By late 1897/early 1898, Alexandra has rented a small office/bedroom in Blackwater while doing assigned jobs for individuals such as Sheriff Freeman, the McFarlane Ranch, various postal/train stations and occasional deliveries to the Adler family.

Later in 1898 she is wrongfully arrested in connection for the death of Mr Phillip LeClerk, being sent to Sisika Penitentiary. When freed by Horley via Jessica LeClerk, little fuss is made due to her established reputation among the people of West Elizabeth/New Austin.

After assisting Blackwater’s chief of police apprehend a conman hiding in Pike's Basin the chief points Alexandra to Rhodes, where Sheriff Gray was said to be in need of bounty hunters to stem the flow of Braithwaites/Lemoyne Raiders in the area. After an encounter with The Woman With no Name (That's literally what it says her name is on the wiki) and acquiring a bounty hunter license, Alexandra quickly sets out to establish a reputation for herself, while also assisting the various law enforcement groups under the recommendation of Horley.

While checking the pockets of one of her bounties, she comes across a richelieu amethyst necklace. When taking it to a local fence for appraisal, she is instead pointed towards a mysterious woman by the name of Madam Nazar. Upon meeting the madam she agrees to look for more "curios" and "artifacts" during her travels, for which she would be surprisingly well compensated.

During these events, Ms Higgins is approached by Cripps to help start his trading company. She agrees to help but only part-time, as she still has prior engagements with bounty hunting, Madam Nazar and finishing business with Mrs LeClerk.

To increase their reputation and income across the states, the Woman With no Name tasked Alexandra with hunting more "infamous" and Legendary" bounties. They included the successful captures of Etta Doyle, Phillip Carlier, Red Ben Clempson, Nikolai "Yukon Nik" Borodin and Gene "Beau" Finley; the deaths of Cecil C. Tucker (arsonist fucker had it coming), Sergio Vincenza, the "Owlhoot Family", the "Wolf Man" and Tobin Winfield. (dumbass got himself killed, priority was the deeds he had stashed)

After the failed attempt to capture Barbarella Alcazar (Too many goons, tired and bloody after the initial capture she escaped during a rest stop en-route to Tumbleweed. Was not killed by Alcazar due to mutual respect for being hard-as-nails) Alexandra was forced to reconsider her tactics, taking a more careful, tactical approach. This proved to be invaluable in the capture of Carmela Montez when being severely outnumbered and outgunned.

Cripps would eventually contact her, saying that other associates of Mrs Leclerk she worked with have started a moonshining operation with his old flame, Maggie Fike. He requests that she keep an eye on the group so they don't get killed during their business.

Once Alexandra has finished filling out Madam Nazar's requests for items, Nazar informs that she must leave before the year is out. Having more than enough money to tend things in Blackwater for several years, Ms Higgins decides to accompany the Madam to Mexico, avoiding the events of RDR2 and establishing herself as a bounty hunter across the border.

During her stay in Mexico, Alexandra developed an affinity for vintage Gran Corazon Madeira and began a relationship(?) with Madam Nazar. Aside from bounties, she was also occasionally hired as security for the current local government.

Capturing bounties in Mexico required much more tact and stealth, as she stuck out like a sore thumb even in crowds. Despite earning far less pay or fame than in the US, her reputation and her arsenal still expanded.

The pair returned to Blackwater in 1901 and Alexandra refurbished her office to accommodate both of their work. She also bought a small plot of land on the south road into Blackwater, to build a house for them to store things that wouldn't fit in the office.

Eventually Alexandra got back to bounty hunting in the US, her reputation now cemented on both sides of the border. The adopted tactics from both her career's turning point and from Mexico payed off in the long run, as her name and sometimes face had become very recognizable to targets. She would accompany Nazar on her roaming caravan trips, keeping a low profile for whatever reasons the madam deemed appropriate.

Alexandra would have a chance encounter with Sadie Adler in 1902 while hunting the same bounty as her in Gaptooth Ridge, the latter mentioning the loss of her husband and subsequent travels with Arthur Morgan. They paired up for a second time when a group hired by her father arrives to take her back to San Francisco, Alexandra payed Sadie well for her trouble and wishes her the best before making plans to find and confront her father. (Screenshots are by me, artwork was commissioned from u/greenecowpoke on reddit.)

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead online #rdr2 #oc

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roamingtigress · 5 months ago

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Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dutch van der Linde/Benjamin Lambert, Hosea Matthews/Dutch van der Linde Characters: Dutch van der Linde, Benjamin Lambert, Hosea Matthews, Original Characters Additional Tags: Hurt Dutch van der Linde, Past Hosea Matthews/Dutch van der Linde, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Crack and Angst, Fluff and Crack, Crack Relationships, Crack Treated Seriously, Police Uniforms, Police, Red Dead Redemption 2 Spoilers, Video Game: Red Dead Redemption 2 (2018), Bottom Dutch van der Linde, Eventual Smut, Mentioned Hosea Matthews, Cuddling & Snuggling, Eventual Sex, POV Third Person, Sub Dutch van der Linde, Widowed, Widowed Dutch van der Linde Summary:

Dutch was finally caught and arrested -- as he was going to visit the grave of his beloved Hosea.

While in jail, he develops feelings for the Chief of Police for Saint Denis, Benjamin Lambert -- and develops guilt for it.

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imaginesforallkindoflove · 4 years ago

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Not me writing this in one hour and it is past one am now.

Anyway enjoy a mythical fix it fic with Arthur Morgan and my self insert. It is only platonic feelings yall, and Arthur lives :) sorry for any mistakes i wrote this without glasses on my phone and very late at night. Maybe I should sleep??

Arthur didn't know how he escaped death.

He was doomed. He had known since he started to cough, and the doctor he saw in Saint Denis confirmed that. He was sure he was done for. When Micah left him to die on that mountain, when he started to make his way with intense difficultly toward the edge, feeling the warm sun welcoming him, as if God or any higher being was there with open arms, forgetting him. He remembered how he closed his eyes, clutching at his hat and snatchel. He had forgotten to give someone something to remember him by. But... somehow he was happy with that: he will be faded into history. No one will remember him. Maybe that photographer, Albert Mason... or that widow, Miss Balfour... Or that strange and French painter...

French... Like the little maid they picked up from the burning Braithwaite mansion. Hosea took her out with him, arguing with Dutch and some others -mainly John who told him she deserved to die for being with the people who kidnapped his son- as she was just some girl servant trying to survive. The old man cared for that little maid, he really seemed to be fond of her. She was so shy and quiet, so frightened by that new life and by them. Sometimes he watched her, making sure no one was bullying the poor girl. She made fiends with Kieran and Sean... Molly even liked the girl more, doing her hair and being like... a mother figure of some sorts. All her friends were dead when he thought about it.

Arthur entered her life pretty late, but he defended her from Micah, that rat. The way the man was staring at her was disgusting and he knew he had to step in. After that event, she stayed with him when he was around the camp. Calling him words in her language he didn't understand... She was a breath of something new, of love, of... renaissance and redemption, a gift perhaps for him. Arthur had lost his son a long time ago but he found in that girl a little figure of a daughter. He took her fishing and hunting and riding... He took her to Saint Denis and bought her a fancy dress for the hell of it. He taught her how to ride a horse. He had taught her a lot of things...

He hoped she had made it out.

She never had commit a crime. If Milton or one of his agents laid a hand on her, he swore to whatever was hearing him that he would haunt them.

She didn't deserve to die, unlike him.

However, to his surprise, he opened his eyes and breathed deeply.

His lungs...they felt free of anything blocking them. They didn't feel like a burning fire ravaging a forest. He could breathe normally, without coughing himself to blood. He was still very thin and pale but... he was alive. A voice was speaking a few meters away from him. He knew that strange voice full of slangs he didn't know of... Who was it?

He eventually found the strength to stand up, walking with wobbly legs toward the voice. The person seemed to tell jokes or funny stories, because a second voice laughed and chuckled. Oh god, he knew that voice too. He reached a door and opened it, stumbling on the ground.

"Arthur!"

It was her. She was alive. She was alive. That little maid had run off to him and hugged the poor man hard, he moaned in pain and she released him with a pained look on her face. His hands travelled to her face and he caressed her cheeks lovingly, just like a father would do.

Her brown hair was neatly tied up like Molly had taught her, she was wearing the dress he had bought that day in Saint Denis and she... she looked so joyful and so relieved to watch him breathe.

"Na... Naomie..." He finally said, a smile creeping on his face.

"I thought you would die!" She exclaimed, tears streaming down her face quietly.

"I am not... I don't know... What happened?"

"Well... it was the least I could do to thank you mister Morgan."

Behind her was again a strange and unknown man he had helped a few months ago. He didn’t remember his name clearly, but the man had tasked him to find rock carvings and the ending was like a dark fairytale. He didn’t question it, because he felt like an idiot. The man with the birthmark smiled warmly at him.

"Glad that young and elegant miss found me on time. Actually... I had a bad feeling about you mister. I decided to... visit when I encountered poor little Naomie crying and riding while clutching your body for dear life. Luckily for you, I had medicine to treat your illness and we cared for you while you were delirious." He explained proudly.

"He is fantastic!" The girl exclaimed.

"Yeah yeah... I am sorry but I forgot your name-"

"Francis Sinclair."

"Right. Thank you mister Sinclair..."

"I will leave you two to your found happiness. Don't forget to leave in a week or two or else the law will catch you both and I am afraid I won’t be here to save you this time if it happened." Francis Sinclair stated before bowing and taking his leave. "Mister Morgan, this is a thank you for helping me." He declared before disappearing again.

Arthur sat down to write in his journal, then would sleep for hours and ate a lot over the days. He felt much better but the words of Sinclair was still fresh in his head: they had to leave soon. He looked in his snatchel and found all of his money. A few dollars were missing tho but he didn't care.

Naomie entered the little home they shared and unlike any other day, Arthur decided to ask her about what happened after he left the camp for the last robbery with the gang. The young woman sighed deeply, seeming embarrassed.

"I would rather not speak about it."

"I want you to tell me what happened. I need to know. I have the right to. I was dying then I came back to life. Naomie, please." He begged.

"Dutch had two keys for the money box. I... stole his, that one poor miss Grimshaw was keeping. I took the box and hide it somewhere. Then, Pinkertons came and they took Abigail. Tilly and Jack escaped and Miss Grimshaw was nowhere in sight." She started. "So... I felt like it was time for me to leave. I took the box and ran as fast as I could. I came across a barn and I remembered that you had a horse stored there... I lied that you were my father and the man believed me."

"You took Alexander out? That big horse?" Arthur asked, impressed.

"Yes." She nodded. "I found mister Sinclair next. He led me here and I hide the money again. Then he suggested I go looking for you and I did! Something... Animals were on the road, waiting for me. I think it was a coyote and a stag... they led me to you. You were still breathing and no soldier was present so I took your body and ride as fast as Alexander could." She stopped to take a breathe. "Then, I brought you back here. Mister Sinclair gave you some medicine and you felt much better immediately!"

"You saved me." The man breathed out. "You saved me."

"I would have been so lost without you... you are like... like a father to me." She looked at him. "And I have lost so much people in my life. I couldn't afford to lose someone else."

"You... You did good. So good. Come here." He took her in his arms and she looked so small compared to him. Then he released her and started to become serious. "Francis Sinclair is right. We should pack it up, and go somewhere else. Somewhere where no one will find us. And not an island. I was thinking... California?" He suggested, suddenly reminding of the doctor's words. "With this money, we will be able to have a good life. I will find a job... maybe as a deputy or some shit and you... you will have a good education. I will make sure of it."

"Really?" She sounded so excited.

"Or maybe Canada? Maybe we will find Charles and the natives... I hope so." He mumbled.

As he started packing Alexander outside, Arthur saw something strange. He stopped what he was doing. It felt so... dream like.

A stag and a coyote were present, watching intensely. The coyote was siting, its black fur not matching with the golden ray of the sun but its piercing eyes were staring inside the former gunslinger's soul deeply. Meanwhile, the stag was magnificent, dominating the forest with its giant antlers and stood tall, looking at the man too, and he seemed to approve his new life.

Slowly, Arthur tipped his hat off to them, and he didn’t have any peculiar reasons to do that. But... he wanted to thank them. For some reasons.

Arthur Morgan was redeemed. He had acquired his redemption and was reborn through his ashes.

*Many years later...*

They didn't feel like they aged a lot. But here they were, settled in California for many years. It was the end of the first wold war, and Arthur Morgan didn't participate in it, as he didn't fill any of the requirements for the US army. He was glad he didn't go to war, or else Naomie would have been left alone and he would have hated that.

However, he cared for the young and old soldiers. Some came back disfigured, scared by endless fights and traumatic experiences. He tried everything he could to help them, and even invited other rich people to do the same. He worked in the police now, and was a respectable deputy chief. Soemtimes, he laughed at his condition. When they arrived, he still was doing some bounty hunts then a deputy offered him to take a place and here he was.

He entered the home he shared with his now legally adopted daughter, with a smile on his face. He hung his coat himself, as maids and other servants were hurrying to prepare dinner and doing all kind of chores. He paid them well and was kind to them. Hosea would have done the same, he thought.

Some years after they settled in, Arthur Morgan was able to contact most of the people he helped, even Mickey the fake war veteran who died three years ago. He helped him, finding him a simple job and home. Charlotte was well too, a little old by now but she had nephews and nieces as well as grand nephews and grand nieces to take care of. Albert Mason reached to him first, inviting him to his new exposition whereas Charles Châtenay came back one day, knocking on Arthur's door.

He didn’t had contact with any of the old gang members, except maybe Mary Beth. He would buy her books and read them avidly, feeling proud on how far she had come. One time, he even had tears when she wrote a serie about them. The characters looked and thought as them, and he felt proud again. He grinned when he thought about that brave captain Monroe who would sometimes visit them. He had found a wife and had children on his own. Also, they would often tour in those states to visit the graves of their fallen members as well as the native son of that chief. Arthur felt the need to see them every two years. He didn’t want to forget about them and would write any new memory in his diaries.

They didn't age, he quickly noted. They both stayed in the state Francis Sinclair found them. Perhaps that mad man gave them something, but he was glad it was not toxic or anything.

Naomie was a good student, scoring high in female universities but couldn't access to more as she looked too young for anything and was a woman. That was the only downside, he believed. She was mad of course, but with time, she seemed to be more interested in so many things and began to write numerous essays and books under a male name.

They were comfortable. They were safe. No one was asking about their shady past. He hoped John and his family were still alive as well as Karen, Tilly and Charles. He missed Charles a lot. However... He hoped Dutch was feeling miserable, as miserable as himself was when he thought he was dying that evening.

One day, a man working for him came finding Arthur in his office, saying a young black haired man was searching for him.

"What is his name again?" Despite being high in society, Arthur stayed the same.

"He said: "Lancelot Milton". A rubbish name if you ask me sir. Do you want me to do anything about it?"

"I swear if this is another man asking for my daughter's hand, I will put a bullet through his skull." The man spoke as he went to see who send for him.

He opened the door and saw a man tending to a beautiful horse. He was wearing a familiar hat, Arthur thought, and from the back, the strange man reminded him of someone he knew but the memories were blurry. He cleared his throat and the stranger turned. Then the older man knew and it took his breath away. The eyes, the face, the hair...

"Hello, my name is Jack Marston. I believe you knew my father?"

#n speaks #my f/os #f/os #self shipping #self shipping community #my s/i #platonic fo

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sawyer-craft · 4 years ago

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50 questions about your OC: Answered

1. How old are they? 28 years old in 1899.

2. What gender are they? Male/Nonbinary.

3. What is their romantic/sexual orientation? Pansexual/Ace.

4. How tall are they? 5’11

5. What do they look like? (See #caleb jackson tag for picrew images.)

6. What are their defining features? Caleb is tall, nearing 6ft in height and it makes him stand out in a crowd.

7. Does their name have a meaning? No, but his nickname does! “Crow” Jackson was a nickname he developed by reputation by becoming a successful collector and a vicious competitor.

8. What family do they have? As of 1899, Caleb has one younger brother (Elijah jackson, 21) and his mother. (Elanora Jackson, 49)

9. Do they have a good relationship with their family? Caleb has a close relationship with his mother and a somewhat distant but friendly one with his brother.

10. If not, why not? (Relationship status established above)

11. Where do they live? Saint Denis, USA

12. Is it a safe place? Somewhat. The law enforcement is large and mostly capable but the cities crime rate is still high, conflicts with outlaws happen often and the police themselves are known for making unjust arrests.

13. Are they poor, middle-class or wealthy? Caleb is in the middle class! His job as a collector helped him bring his family out of poverty and keeps them stable for now.

14. Do they look up to anyone? Caleb looks up to his mother for her determination, something that never faltered whenever the Jacksons were dragged through hard times. He looks up to his brother Eli for his bravery and sense of adventure, and admires him for it.

15. Who is their best friend? Unfortunately, Caleb hasn’t made a friendship close enough to call someone his ‘best friend’. He’s worked with people around the city, made some reliable informants and casual friendships in different towns but remains, for the most part, alone.

16. Do they have any enemies? He has plenty of rival collectors and writers, and has even gotten into a few close calls with outlaws on the outskirts of town. (See question below for more details.)

17. Who is the person they hate most in the world? Angelo Bronte, the local tyrant of Saint Denis. Caleb hates him the most for the way he’s taken over the city, for the way he throws his wealth around and most of all, his child trafficking business. Caleb’s investigated it before and his goal is to reveal Bronte’s crimes to the public and take him down so that his wealth will be ripped away from him (and hopefully redistributed to the community) his ridiculous mansion can be repurposed and the children he’s roped into working for him or sold off can be returned to their families. Caleb hasn’t been caught before but he’s sure Bronte knows he’s been snooping around. Bronte and Caleb occasionally bump into each other during city gatherings (parties held by mutual coworkers) and their interactions are full of barely restrained venom.

18. Do they have any love/hate relationships? Not with anyone currently, no.

19. Have they ever fallen in love? No, but its something Caleb thinks and worries about often. He’s been in a few relationships before, but they were short and they never sparked any feeling in him. It makes him feel as though there must be something wrong with him, and as a result he feels very lost.

20. Who is the person they love the most in the world? Caleb loves his mother and his brother the most, they are the people he’s closest to.

21. Does that person love them back? They do!

22. Have they ever hurt or lost anyone? Caleb’s lost his father to tuberculosis when he was a child and Eli was still very little. He’s hurt people around him as he was growing up as a result of lack of communication, anger over losing his father, and conflicts with his brother-turned-outlaw. He’s lost romantic partners before for similar reasons and he’s lost a few pets too.

23. Are they a good shoulder to cry on? As much as Caleb would like to be able to comfort and reassure without issue, he’s not the best person to rely on for it if you aren’t close to him. He panics when no immediate or logical solution comes to mind, has difficulty understanding emotional reactions to certain situations, and gets rather awkward with his words. He’ll offer his hanker-chief and listen to what you have to say but that’s about the extent of his abilities. He’s much better at offering support to his family, he allows them to hug him and sometimes words won’t be needed at all, he knows how to calm them down.

24. Are they well liked? Caleb can sometimes come off as cold or uncaring to a stranger. He’s not hated, but he’s not well known either, and he ends up unintentionally blending in as another passerby in the crowded miserable city.

25. How do they handle being complimented? Caleb does not handle a genuine compliment well, he’s more used to careless formalities since those are the types of conversation that he’s familiar with. He’ll have a hard time believing that someone has something nice to say to him, he’ll probably deflect it to divert the attention on to something else. But he won’t forget it.

26. Are they an affectionate person? When you get to know him, yes. Caleb expresses his affection in many different ways, through gifts, keeping track of someones favorite things and special days, and occasionally an affectionate touch. (It just takes awhile to break through his shell.)

27. Are they very driven? Yes. Caleb is very passionate and works hard, when he puts his mind to something he’s not going to stop until the task is completed.

28. Are they very political? Not really no.

29. What kind of state is the world that they live in? As much as he would like to think otherwise, the world around Caleb isn’t safe or balanced. It’s not hellish but problems and stressors follow him constantly, and it’s very hard for him to maintain a routine that will keep him and his loved ones out of danger.

30. What are the world leaders like? The technical leader of Saint Denis is Bronte, because of his tyrannical control you can only imagine what he’s like.

31. Does the character worry about their place in society? Yes. While Caleb has worked hard to get where he is now, he worries quite often about how long it will last. He worries that more powerful people in society will take everything he’s built and achieved away from him, and that he’ll end back up at square one.

32. If they could change one thing, what would it be? Caleb would move his family far far away, somewhere quiet, open and safe. Somewhere like California, where they could settle down and stay close to one another.

33. Do they like themselves? Caleb likes how he looks, he knows who he is and what he is capable of, but he feels incomplete and unsatisfied with himself.

34. Are they a good person? Caleb is Lawful Neutral and his intentions are good. While he’s not high honor, he’s not morally gray either. Caleb falls somewhere between the two.

35. Are they very forgiving? Caleb might be quick to forgive a transgression but he never forgets it either.

36. Do they believe in destiny? No. Caleb thinks more logically.

37. Are they trustworthy? If you are close to Caleb then absolutely, theres little he wouldn’t do for you. But if you are a stranger or competitor, don’t be so sure.

38. Are they a good liar? Yes, and a bit of a compulsive one too.

39. How do they react to criticism? He takes criticism quite well if it’s constructive, he welcomes it and will correct and learn quickly. If it is not constructive however, he’ll have a few choice words for you.

40. What is their moral alignment? As stated above, Lawful neutral!

41. Can they fight? Ultimately, no. Caleb can wrestle fairly well as someone who grew up with a brother usually is but in terms of a proper fistfight or brawl he’s not very skilled. In a gunfight he’s decent but not quite as good a shot as his brother is.

42. Would they ever purposefully hurt someone? Mentally? Absolutely. If they are a competitor or an enemy he’s not above using his words to cut people down, but it’s something he reserves for dire situations and people he despises. Physically he would never hurt someone and he would never consider intentionally hurting a friend or someone close to him with his words either.

43. Have they ever been seriously injured? Yes. Caleb’s been stabbed and fallen into critical condition before on the job. He was once bitten by the Saint Denis ‘vampire’ and was nearly killed, but managed to escape and recover with aid.

44. Do they know first aid? Yes, Caleb learned from his mother, a retired nurse.

45. Do they have any other survival skills? Caleb’s not an outdoorsman by any means but he’s skilled in first aid and can build a stable campsite.

46. Are they a fast learner? Yes!

47. How intelligent are they? Academically, he’s exceptional.

48. What is the school system like? Caleb didn’t go through the school system when he was a child, and learned most of the things he knows from his mother and books. He learned other skills by watching and listening to people around the city.

49. What is their job? Caleb is a writer and a collector.

50. Do they enjoy their job? He enjoys both his jobs very much.

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“YOUTHFUL THIEVES PROWLING STREETS,” Kingston Whig-Standard. October 22, 1932. Page 1. ---- Saint John Police Have a New Problem — Pounce Upon Available Loot ---- SAINT JOHN, Oct. 32— Hundreds of children denied the privileges of home life without parental guidance and affection and, in many cases lacking proper nourishment, are prowling about the streets of Saint John at night, constituting a menace to peace and safety and a troublesome social problem, it was revealed today by Chief of Police E. M. Slader, who foresaw a dangerous criminal trend in an increasing number of juvenile theft cases.

Available institutions for housing juvenile delinquents are filled to capacity, he said. The list of minors engaged in criminal offenses is increasing rapidly and excepting punishment for such offenses, no solution of the problem has been found.

‘We experience no difficulty in recovering stolen goods or apprehending the juvenile thieves," said Chief Slader. "The problem is wow are we stop the growing wave of youngsters prowling like wolves about the streets of the city, pouncing down upon casr or stores stealing anything they can get their hands on.

"The fault lies in the home. There is no question about it. Parents of a certain type have forgotten their duty of parenthood. They treat their children like animals, let them fend for themselves, live under appalling conditions, and so lay the foundation for development of a hardened criminal character."

[AL: As always, the individual parent and family, and not capitalist social relations, are blamed for poverty crimes committed by youth.]

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Savary, Duke of Rovigo.

Anne Jean Marie René Savary, Duc de Rovigo, by Robert Lefèvre, 1814.

Anne Marie Jean René Savary was born on April 26, 1774, in Marcq (Ardennes), son of an officer who had managed, thanks to his service, to become a Knight of the Royal and Military Order of Saint Louis and at the end of his career, major of the Place of Sedan. That’s where the young boy grew.

He had two older brothers, and the eldest, Ponce, was a classmate of Napoléon Bonaparte in Brienne and in the Régiment de La Fère. Savary himself enlisted in 1790, aged 16, in a cavalry regiment, the Royal-Normandie (1674-1962).

As many officers emigrated, Savary was promoted sous-lieutenant in September 1791. His career was only beginning. He fought with Général Custine, then Pichegru, Moreau, Férino, and finally Desaix.

With Desaix, he was in the Armée du Rhin and then in Egypt. He participated to the Battle of the Pyramids, and to the Second Italian Campaign, till Marengo, where he was the one to find and recognize Desaix’ s body. Savary, who liked Desaix and admired his skills and humanity, brought his body back to the closest town to be buried, and broke the news to Bonaparte.

Trusting Desaix’ judgment and impressed by his loyalty and his energy Bonaparte took him as his aide-de-camp.

Savary then became Napoléon’s right-hand man. Bonaparte gave him several police operations to lead. He even became close to the family by marrying a distant relative of Joséphine, Félicité de Faudoas.

In 1803, Savary, now a Général de Brigade, discovered the Plot of Cadoudal, which incriminated generals Pichegru and Moreau. Pichegru was arrested and killed himself, Moreau was exiled. Cadoudal himself refused to ask for mercy and was beheaded.The conspirers seemed to have been waiting for a prince of the royal blood to come back to France.

In 1804, Bonaparte decided to have the Duke of Enghien, of the House of Condé, princes of the royal blood, emigrated to Germany, arrested, for supposedly being part of the Cadoudal Plot. Many reasons have been offered regarding his real motives, but the Duke was kidnapped in Germany, brought to Strasbourg and then Vincennes, judged without witnesses and Savary was present. He was close to the First Consul, led the elite gendarmerie troops of Vincennes, and his presence undoubtedly weighed on the verdict.

The Duke denied any participation to any plot, but bravely stated his opposition to the Republic, for which he was condemned to death. He was shot in the moats of the Castle of Vincennes, by these gendarmerie troops, in front of Savary. Later, writing his memoirs, Savary would minimize his own part in the execution.

General Savary then found himself back to the battlefields, participating to the Campaign of Austerlitz, and then the Campaign of Prussia and Poland (Fourth Coalition). He excelled in Iena where, chasing the routed Prussians, he managed to capture a whole regiment of Hussars. In early 1807, he had to replace an ill Marshall Lannes at the head of the Vth Corps, covering Varwaw after the Battle of Eylau, and on February 16, he won his major victory, defeating the Russians in the battle of Ostrolenka. The Emperor rewarded him with a pension of 20000 francs and the Great Eagle of the Légion d’Honneur.

After a short term as a governor in Eastern Prussia, he was sent as an ambassador to Saint Petersburg. He was charged in particular to make sure the continental blocus would be respected. In spite of the Tsar’s affected amiability, the Russian aristocraty saw him as the muderer of a prince; plus, his bluntness and taste for action did not fit the diplomatic profile; the Emperor replaced him with Caulaincourt.

In 1808 he was created Duc de Rovigo and sent to Spain.

Savary was sent to bring Napoleon’s orders to Murat. At this time many things were kept secret and informations and orders were contradictory. When Murat fell ill, Savary had to take his place; his orders had to be countersigned by Murat’s chief of staff, Général Belliard, who obeyed him unwillingly.

Savary found another opponent in the French Ambassador La Forest, who objected to Savary’s preference for repression. He also had to come to terms with Napoleon’s orders and the fact that they did not often take into account the information he had sent the Emperor. For example, he was ordered by him to send all available back up to Marshal Bessières, ignoring General Dupont in Bailen. Bessières won in Medina de Rioseco, but Dupont finally capitulated in Bailen, which was the first serious defeat for Napoleon.

That’s when rumors of a plot let by Talleyrand and Fouché reached Savary and Napoléon - to replace the Emperor with another member of the family (supposedly Murat). Fouché fell then in disgrace, and Napoléon replaced him with Savary.

After a friendly interview with Savary, Fouché systematically and methodically burned all of his police archives, leaving his unpopular successor blind. The whole network had to be rebuilt.

Savary slowly managed to ingratiate himself and do some efficient work; his wife’s receptions helped, as well as his own efforts on his harsh temper. Even the royalist milieux somewhat relented.

But the Minister of Police took many unpopular decisions (placing on files, recordings, bans, censorship ), making his own prefects uncomfortable. Madame de Staël was the most famous victim of this censorship.

For as much as Napoleon relied on him, he often favored his opponents whenever he had a dispute with the other ministries (Decrès, Maret). And finally the Imperial Police was humiliated when Général Malet, detained for conspiracy, escaped, went to the nearest barracks with a fake senatus-consult in hand, claiming that the Emperor was dead in Russia and that the Republic had been proclaimed. The attempted Coup d’Etat eventually failed, but the Police was discredited and Savary especially ridiculed (as the conspirers had surprised him in bed and sent him to the prison of La Force).

Napoléon, displeased, had other major problems to consider first. Savary was loyal to him to the end, in spite of his doubts. When Marie-Louise and Joseph Bonaparte left Paris with the King of Rome, it was against Savary’s advice. But he made a mistake himself, allowing Talleyrand to stay in Paris, and to finally negotiate with Marmont.

Savary did join Napoléon during the Hundred Days, and was greeted without enthusiasm. Fouché was again the Minister of Police.

After Waterloo, Savary did not join Napoléon in Saint Helena (excluded by the British for his role in the execution of the Duke of Enghien). And Fouché had him on a prosciption list. Sentenced in absentia, Savary went to Smyrne (today, Izmir), but had soon to leave the Ottoman Empire, and moved between Trieste, Gratz, Smyrne again, London, and back to France.

His second trial began in December 1819, and his lawyer, André Dupin, was the one who a few years ago had defended Marshal Ney. This time, Savary was unanimously acquitted. He kept his titles and dignities, but no responsibility - what could he hope for, as he was considered the Duke ‘s murderer.

This was a blemish he tried to reject onto others; in 1823, he published his Memoirs regarding the catastrophe of the Duke of Enghien and proved the fault was on Talleyrand- who retaliated with a skillfull press campaign. Talleyrand won, and the Duke of Rovigo was retired at age 49.

In 1828, Savary published his Memoirs to serve the History of Emperor Napoleon; it was a success. The next year, he left France for Rome and Italy.

His wife being friendly with Louis-Philippe’s Minister of Foreign Affairs,Savary went back to France. He participated to the conquest of Algeria, and his repression stunned even the Army.

He died in Paris the 2 June 1833, and his politics in Algeria were condemned by a Commission d’Enquête Parlementaire the next month.

He was undoubtedly devoted to the Emperor, but the d’Enghien Affair was always a millstone around his neck; he never recovered from how ridiculed he had been by Malet’s attempted Coup d’Etat; and finally, the brutality of his policies, making Fouché look good, ensured his unpopularity.

#napoleonic #anne jean marie rené savary #police history #général savary

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