The Rampage of Ryan O'Hara Read Online Free PDF Page A

transforming the country into a communist state. You and the others felt that most of the members lacked the fortitude necessary to carry out a violent revolution.
    “You and Bill were not content with just hanging around college campuses, burning a few draft cards, fighting with riot police, and breaking windows. You wanted a real revolution, and that type of a revolution could only be realized if people were willing to arm themselves, kill policemen—whom you referred to as pigs—disrupt commerce, spread propaganda, and use bombs to blow up government buildings.”
    Ryan looked at Bill. “You and Brenda immersed yourselves in the teachings of Mao, Marx, and Lenin and even went to Cuba to be tutored in the finer aspects of how to conduct an insurgency. You were taught how to spread propaganda and mold the minds of young, naive college students who were away from home for the first time in their lives. Some of them were petrified at thethought of being swept up into that Southeast Asian war known as Vietnam—a war that many of them looked upon as a human meat grinder. The young minds that you sought to corrupt were ripe for the picking because a lot of them were looking for a cause to latch on to that would justify their resistance to the draft and give them a support system from which to draw moral sustenance, even if the morality of that sustenance was false.
    “Your Soviet, Cuban, and North Vietnamese instructors taught you that a successful revolution requires combined strategies and tactics. Your handlers taught you the art of spreading propaganda and misinformation, stressing the value of these methods in fomenting unrest. You also learned how to use weapons and build bombs. When you returned home to the United States, you applied both the propaganda and terrorist skills you had acquired in Cuba. The idea was that propaganda and terror were moving parts in the same revolutionary machine, with each part dependent on the other.”
    Ryan paused and asked his prisoners if they wished to add anything to what he had said.
    After a few moments, Bill asked, “Okay, you’ve replayed an earlier part of our lives back to us. We’ve moved on. Brenda and I aren’t the same fiery and passionate people that we were when we were young. And although we talked a lot, we never killed anyone.”
    “Oh, no, Bill, you haven’t moved on. You may have calmed down and become more adept at camouflaging your true agenda, but you are still the same radical, communist, revolutionary traitors that you were in the sixties and seventies. Furthermore, I take issue with the assertion that you never killed anyone. You continueto brainwash the young in your college classes, and together with your former Lenin’s Legion compatriots and SRC colleagues, you have formed a new organization called the Movement for Revolutionary Change, which most of you refer to as the MRC.
    “You and your fellow MRC comrades are using your organization as a means to mentor thousands of college students in a reincarnated SRC that has emerged at over two hundred college and university campuses nationwide. The goal of your MRC mentoring program is to turn out a whole new generation of good little Marxists who will take up the communist banner and proceed with your revolution in the hopes that someday a communist government will rule America.”
    In a voice that betrayed his alarm, Bill interrupted, “What do you mean, you take issue with me about not killing people?”
    Ryan paused and studied his subjects, looking first at Bill and then Brenda. Bill looked like a fox caught in a trap. His eyes blinked rapidly in sync with the involuntary nervous twitch that danced across his cheeks. His thinning hair, combined with the rimless glasses and oversized earrings he always wore, accentuated a facade that served to mask the evil that lay just beneath the surface. Anyone looking at Bill would never suspect that this least masculine of men was capable of committing murder,