I had a dream that the United States passed a law that all muslims were to be placed in internment camps. People were reacting to it like “Oh, look at this law that those wacky people in Washington passed!” Like, the first I heard of it was that South Park was making fun of it. I was like, “wait, that joke only makes sense if this really happened. Did that really happen?” and I asked people and they were like “Yep, that really happened.”
So I was like “Why are people still doing things? There is no excuse for doing anything when this is going on. We have to drop everything and stop this!”
So this was my plan: I got a ride down to Detroit, where I rustled up a crew of activists. We were going to walk to Washington, DC, gathering people as we went and informing people as we went. An army of people marching down the street and talking about this stuff would be difficult to ignore.
We built an “office cart”, with bike wheels, meant to be pushed. It had a gas-powered generator for people to charge their phones and computers, and it had a few computers for people to use. Communication was an important part of this journey.
We built a “kitchen cart”, with camping stoves and jugs of water, and also a dishwashing station - three jugs of water, one with soapy water, one with clean water, and one with bleach water.
The plan was to bum food and shelter off of the local activists when we rolled into their town. We figured there’d be enough sympathizers in each city.
We went through Detroit, Rochester, Farmington Hills, and hit up a few rural places that I didn’t catch the name of. It was really hard to manage the internal politics of the group, because some of the people that we picked up were really intense, and some of them were, like, manic and stuff.
When we got to Milan, MI, there was apparently a racist government there. The mayor came out and brought the cops and gave us the choice of disbanding or getting arrested. I made a quick calculation of the number of people in our group vs the number of cops, and I shouted out that we were going to overthrow the government of Milan. I may have gotten a little carried away, though. People got hurt and we failed, but we mostly got away.
The weekend was now almost over, and people talked about that they should leave and go back to work. I tried to be all “Seriously? You’re going to do anything else ever when they’ve passed this law about internment camps?” but the defeat at Milan had taken the wind out of their sails.
So with a seriously diminished group, we went to my parents’ house in Okemos for the night to regroup. There, my mom surprised me by being like “Well, what makes you so sure you’re right? Maybe these internment camps are a good idea. Muslims can be dangerous people.” That filled me with the resolve necessary to being the trek again the next day.