She was involved in the system as set down by people like
A Spokesman of Authority. She died with a military bullet in her
heart. Allison Krause did not....did not die with a curse on
her lips. But I would.
(Allison places a third M-l bullet on the pedestal. Departs.
There is no place off limits. There is no sanctuary and we are
going to disperse crowds; we are going to help the mayor enforce
the curfew. These people just move from one campus to the other and
terrorize a community. They're worse than the brown shirts and the
Communist element and also the night riders in the Vigilantes.
They're the worst type of people that we harbor in America. (Takes
tomato juice can and departs.)
William enters the dock. He looks the part of
a hippy. He is dressed in orange corduroy pants, cowboy boots,
and a blue denim jacket. But he has a military bearing, stands
at near-attention in the dock.
I am the last of the four accusers. My name was William Knox Schroeder.
If I had lived, I would probably face this situation by giving my
name, rank and serial number....like any prisoner of war. (The
reporter pauses, looks directly at William, then the audience.)