Monday, May 25, 2015 14:57
By Brooks Agnew
I was thinking of riding my Honda Shadow 1100 to Twin Peaks today to
have some wings and enjoy the sports on TV on this gorgeous Memorial
Day Weekend. The sun was shining, and the temperature was a perfect 82
degrees. I rode by the mall, with only moderate traffic and saw a
couple of other bikers out doing the same thing I was doing; riding with
no particular place to go.
I was riding alone and was not with any other bikers, but we always
exchange the extended two-fingered peace sign as we pass one another on
the roads winding through the countryside and through the cities of
America.
As I made the turn onto the frontage road along the busiest shopping
center in town, I noticed two police vehicles in the parking lot. One
was a cruiser with black wheels and the new, aggressive paint scheme.
The other was a black SUV with a light bar on top. I rolled through the
parking lot in a Pavlovian state of mind, thinking about the delicious
wings they serve and the beautiful and cheerful servers they have with
this biker-friendly franchise.
Then I remembered Waco. A wave of trepidation swept through me. I
looked around for snipers on the rooftops, and other police vehicles
that might be parked nearby at the ready. I saw two more, parked with
their driver side doors facing eachother. Then, I looked over to the
mall side of the parking lot, and I noticed an elevated police
observation tower than had been raised up with its blacked out windows.
I never actually stopped my bike. I decided that this looked too
dangerous, even though I have a perfectly clean record, including no
traffic citations for more than 10 years. I thought about those 9
bikers, shot in the head and neck with police assault rifles for doing
nothing but the same thing I was thinking about doing; having some wings
with other bikers who were out enjoying the beautiful weather. Were
there scuffles at biker places where I have stopped for great food
before? Sure. Nothing ever happened that was serious. Bikes and beer
can sometimes get out of hand, but friends don’t let it last long. They
all ride away and let it go like water under the bridge. After all,
there are far too many 4-wheel threats out there for bikers to be
fighting amongst themselves very long.
But Waco changed that for every biker in America. Every Wednesday
evening, hundreds of riders come to our local Twin Peaks because they
cater to our market. We are mostly working professionals, lawyers,
dentists, engineers and school teachers who like to ride motorcycles as
clubs or groups of friends. But this time, when 170 bikers rode to the
Twin Peaks at a major shopping center in Waco, just as they have done
twice a month for 18 years, police snipers were already in position.
SWAT members were geared up and ready for a killing. Even a fully
equipped MRAP troop carrier was parked in the adjacent parking lot.
It turns out that the ATF claimed they had an anonymous tip that the dreaded Black Widow biker gang—you remember those scoundrels from the Clint Eastwood movie Every Which Way but Loose—was
going to arrive looking for trouble. It’s too bad Clyde wasn’t around
to throw those guys in the used French fry oil tank. The ATF was there
with their Federal guidance to make sure that justice was swift and
absolute.
No shots were fired by anyone inside the restaurant. No shots were
fired by anyone at the police. When bikers decided to leave the
restaurant and enter the parking lot, the police began shooting
full-auto equipped M-16’s into the crowd. Patrons began diving under
tables and screaming for their lives. Little waitresses dropped their
trays and ran with terror in their eyes behind the chef’s counter. A
twice decorated Viet Nam War veteran was shot in the head and neck,
although he was a highly respected pacifist, was unarmed and not
involved in any of the scuffle inside the Twin Peaks establishment.
Eight more US citizens were gunned down in cold blood. More than 500
rounds were fired by police, hitting cars, buildings, and injuring other
innocent bystanders who happened to look like bikers. Two shots took
seven of the nine people assassinated in the parking lot; one in the
neck and one in the head fired by expert police marksmen.
Within an hour, the police press statement belched lies about
“criminal biker gangs,” dealing drugs and other things that never
happened; not once in the 18 years bikers have been meeting peacefully
at the Waco Twin Peaks restaurant. The police spokesman first mentioned
hundreds of weapons confiscated, including chains that connected
wallets to belt loops. Then they changed it to dozens. Then, the facts
showed there were fewer than ten, and one was still holstered by a
licensed concealed carry American, who had undergone an extensive
background check and was found to be spotless. His bond was placed at
an unreasonable $1 million. Of the 170 bikers arrested for being at the
wrong place at the wrong time, less than a third had any criminal
record. Three of them had drafted a new piece of legislation about
biker safety, and have since been awarded by the City Counsel for safety
awareness. Of course, they couldn’t be there to accept the award,
because they were in jail.
To this moment, no waitresses, cooks, or patrons have been
interviewed by the press. Witness intimidation is in full force making
sure no one says anything about what really happened. All surveillance
video has been classified and is currently being edited by law enforcement professionals
to make sure no officers are charged with murder. This was clearly a
premeditated, Federal assault designed to kill first, and arrest the
survivors.
It has been an infuriating eight days, and nothing has been said by
the new Attorney General about unarmed citizens gunned down at a Sunday
lunch in broad daylight by more than 18 armed policemen, militarized by a
new Federal plan. 14 police officers have been placed on
administrative leave, their lives changed forever by following orders to
shoot Americans in the head. They died while screaming and waving
their arms at the police to please stop shooting. There have been no
protests and no demonstrations anywhere. Again, the Federal criminal
perpetrators have massacred civilians in Waco, Texas. Remember the
Branch Davidians burned alive on live national television by Federal
troops while then attorney general Janet Reno watched the news at home?
America sits idly by and says nothing as our police, sworn to protect
and to serve, have been turned into cold-blooded assassins.
Meanwhile, a million bikers went to Washington DC this Memorial
weekend to show support for the fallen troops who were sent to God knows
where to kill other people in other countries to advance the agendas of
God knows who. I ride my bike today alone. As my wheels turn, the
wind blows the tears from my face as I think about all those dads, sons,
mothers and daughters who died on the battlefield trying to free people
oppressed by tyrannical governments. I am cold inside. I think of our
own government shooting those free and innocent Americans dead on a
Sunday morning in Texas. The world awaits the volumes of propaganda
that will come forth about how bikers are a threat to peace and
security.
I write this story from my heart, because silence is consent. The
killing will stop when we have the courage to change what this president
has done to our country. God has blessed America, but I am afraid He
is turning is face away from what we have become. May the sleeping
giant awaken before it is too late.
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