Women invariably looked at Willie Marino and thought,
“There is a beautiful man!”
Willie’s most distinctive features were his eyes. Willie’s eyelashes were long and lush and
dark. His eyes were soulful. His eyes gave you their undivided attention
when you spoke.
The rest of his face was classic Mediterranean with full
lips, jutting and rounded chin and a generously domed forehead.
He was trim and fit.
He moved with the studied ease of a bullfighter or fencer.
His diction was clear, his language gentle and he never
interrupted.
Willie radiated empathy.
He genuinely cared about other people.
He felt their pain.
Men invariably thought he was gay.
Chad Izzo knew that Willie was not. Willie was married to his wife’s youngest
sister.
***
Willie had a problem.
He was the squad leader in charge of the northern-most of the new prison
encampments. Tent #14 had taken his
measure and decided that they would run the camp.
Willie convened a court to address the problem. Like all things in the prison camps the court
session was covered by the reporters who had converged on the camps. They smelled blood in the water.
Willie directed the six most senior members of Tent #14
to attend the session which was held on the east end of the camp. Numbers had been pulled out of a hat and the
most senior prisoner from each of the “winning” tents were also in
attendance. Neither Izzo nor Lane nor
any of the other leaders from the other camps were in attendance.
Willie started the proceedings at 6:00 PM local time. Willie was flanked by six armed guards, three
to his left and three to his right. The
guards held their rifles at low-ready. He asked the three most senior prisoners from
Tent #14 to identify themselves. He
directed them to stand along the edge of a ditch 10 meters to the east of him
and the guards. He directed the
reporters and the spectators to stand 10 meters to his south.
When facing the spectators, the senior prisoners were immediately to Willie's, and his guard's, left and the entire camp was to Willie's right.
When facing the spectators, the senior prisoners were immediately to Willie's, and his guard's, left and the entire camp was to Willie's right.
Willie and the guards stood in the shade of the closest
tent while everybody else was standing in the weakening sun of early evening.
His preamble was short and directed to the three senior
members of Tent #14.. “You are prisoners-of-war. You are not subject to the laws of Cali but
are answerable to the laws of Sedela.”
This is the first documented instance of anybody referring to the new
state anchored by San Diego-Los Angeles as Sedela
“As prisoners-of-war the standards of behavior you are
required to follow are simple. You must
behave in a way that promotes the good order and smooth running of this camp.”
Willie continued. “You failed to follow
those standards.”
“I reviewed statements made by other POWs. Members of Tent #14 repeated gang-raped women
from other tents last night. These
allegations are supported by video evidence.
Members of Tent #14 assaulted other POWs and stole their belongings last
night. These allegations are also
supported by statements and video evidence.”
“I hereby convict you of disturbing the order of this
camp. You are no longer Prisoners-of-War. You are now Convicts.”
“Based on the grave nature of these crimes, and because
of the limited resources we have to deal with anti-social people: I hereby
sentence you to death.”
At this, the three senior members from Tent #14 started
swearing at Willie.
Willie raised his hands: Caesar commanding silence.
“I ask you once, do you have any evidence you wish to
present to appeal this ruling?” Willie asked.
The most senior of the Tent #14 stood with a
disrespectful slouch. He spit at Willie
and said, “My lawyer is going to tear you to shreds when I get out of this
dump. I am going to own your ass!”
Willie asked, “I ask you a second time, do you have any
evidence that you wish to present to appeal this ruling?”
The senior convict said, “Fuck you, pueta! I am going to have your ass!” At this the two other convicts started
hooting and mocking Willie.
Willie commanded silence a third time.
Willie stated, “I ask you a third and final time, do you
have any evidence that you wish to present to appeal this ruling?”
The prisoners laughed and one of them grabbed his
junk. “Say, pretty boy…do you want some
of this?” as he shook his "manhood" in Willie's direction.
Bang! :-)
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