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from "Boston's Brothers in Liberty"

By G. L. Horton
copyright © 2004 Geralyn Horton

THE REVEREND DILLON, a Congregational minister who preaches Rebellion:

Beware lest you be cast out, friend. This is a time of winnowing. This day, I am sure. There were some nights when I woke up sweating, afeard that I'm leading my flock iagainst the Word. "Resist not evil", our Lord said. And much else that Parson Robie can quote me. He's a learned man, more than I, I do confess it. But the pilgrim path is hard and thorny. It's my belief that we must throw off the crown. Our countrymen blame their deeds on the constraint of the King, and say their lawlessness is because they have no representatives in London to speak their clear will. Aye! Tis their excuse. But some day they will appear before the Throne, to answer for their deeds on earth. Here for once the common man has a chance to speak and do as he thinks best, to set up over him the upright, and not say, "I obeyed, as I thought was my duty." Woe to them that obey Parson Robie! For all his learning, is an idle son of the English gentry. He has no more idea of righteousness than a heathen! God never called him to his service: he was preferred to it, like the customs-man and the king's agents.

Scripture is as sounding brass in such a mouth. But the Almighty touches the lips of them that seek for justice! Listen, friend, and look. The men who will make the laws for us once we are sovereign?

They speak and write with the tongues of prophets! Trust me. I have prayed and searched my conscience on this matter, and the light has been given to me. The patriots I speak of are prepared. They will come together and talk, while men like Matt and his mutton headed sons begin the fighting. Out of this will come a new way of living on this earth, a new bond of brotherhood, based on a covenant between men, like unto the one God made between himself and the Israelites. But we will not know what we fight for until we've fought for it. It will grow from our blood, shed for freedom. We will hammer out principles. We will bring this land to greatness. Carving it from the flesh of our fathers in England, and paying for in the blood of our own children, it must be a work worthy of the cost.

NARRATOR -- any age, either sex:

Have you heard the story of one Theophilus Lille? A very inoffensive man except for his offense of Importation. He protested that he ought to be at liberty to buy goods from Britain to sell in his North End shop. He wrote a witty note to the BOSTON NEWSLETTER: (quoting in the voice of LILLIE) "It always seemed strange to me that people who contend so much for Civil and Religious Liberty should be so ready to Deprive others: should make Laws to which I am sure I never gave my consent. I own I had rather be a slave under one master, for I know who he is and I may perhaps be able to please him, than a slave to a hundred or more who I don't know where to find, nor what they will expect of me." (back to NARRATOR's own voice) The whole Street filled with angry people. They planted a sign in front of Lillie's shop branding him a traitor, and would suffer no person to enter. The ensuing brawl ended with two rioters shot and wounded, an eleven year old schoolboy killed, and Lille's defender hung.

LUKE, a young teen eager for a fight:

I hate it when they look at me and Pa as if we're not good enough. I'd like to be right in the middle of a troop of soldiers, all marching together. Not at the front or the back, but right in the middle with maybe a hundred men in front and two hundred in back, waving and marching, where everybody else has to get out the way. The lobersterbacks are all in red. You can see em coming a mile off.

Maybe we could be in white, or in solid gold! Shining like God's angels! But I like it too when we're dressed all dark with our faces black, like Indians. Or like black men, invisible. Part of the night.

You can't tell where the night stops and we begin. You can't tell if maybe there isn't a whole army of us out here together. But maybe best of all would be to be a pirate.

I'm a better Patriot than you! Where were you last night when we ran the tithe men through the streets, and set up a great roaring bonfire!

Oh, they were quaking in their boots, the king's thieves, and Billy be Damned to them!

O, Billy broke locks, and Billy broke bolts,
And Billy broke all that he came nigh!

Aye, 'twas all of us against those two. Scoff if you like. But behind those two is the force of the British army! They'll make us slaves if we don't show them that this is our land. Our law's not the king's writ, but what we agree to!


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