On the Line 3.2

by Steve on October 28, 2007

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Alberto had been raised by a working class family in the tidewater of Virginia that relied on the water to scratch out a living. He never knew his real parents, for reasons of their own they had dumped their baby boy at an orphanage and never looked back. His adopted parents, Reggie Fargut and his wife Emma, had desperately wanted children, at least Emma did, but had never been blessed with their own. Reggie eventually caved to Emma’s pleading with the only stipulation that it be a boy. At least that way he could expect a helping hand running his crab traps once the boy was old enough to earn his keep.

Reggie’s boat was the only asset the family owned that was fully functional but at least he kept a roof over their heads. It wasn’t much of one but it matched everything else that Reggie provided: worn out castoffs from questionable sources. As a child Alberto did not understand the concept of poverty but he was rudely awakened once he reached grade school. The other children were brutally cruel in their attacks on Alberto and he quickly grew to resent his parents for sending him to school in rags. Everything about him advertised his family’s lack of status in the community and constant teasing scarred his young soul. Understandably, he had no friends but it didn’t really matter for he had no time for them. Reggie worked the boy such that his childhood consisted of rubber boots that were either too small or too large, callouses, and the persistent smell of crab. Even if he had been given the time to pursue sports or any of the other activities that his peers engaged in the family could not afford them. Any money left over after groceries and bills went to the boat or the bar.

Reggie, a mean-natured man by anyone’s standards, could not have recognized the depth of the hatred that was building within his adopted son. It was more than simple resentment of an overbearing stepfather. It consumed the boy and twisted things deep within the marrow of his being. As a young man he came to the conclusion that America as a whole was to blame for his predicament. Emma, his delusional mother, perpetuated the myth that one day it would get better. But Reggie would never climb out of the pit that he was in, there were too many people content to keep him in it. How could he not see it? Why did he not strike back at the system that was responsible?

It was despair that finally drove Alberto away. Desperation and envy compelled him to take what he felt he was owed. Society didn’t see it that way and he became a guest of the Virginia Department of Corrections. While in prison he discovered the world through the internet and found that there were groups out there whose goal was to topple the very society that had created his father and imprisoned him. While he was locked away, Alberto was befriended and finally recruited by a faction of the Islamic Jihad. By the time he was declared rehabilitated and set free he had earned several degrees in the computer sciences. The parole board had even commended him on his successful studies. He grinned again at the irony. The mission of the militant Islamic group appealed to the twisted mind of Alberto and he finally felt like he belonged somewhere. He was going to deal a crippling blow to the infidel giant and open the door for the Nation of Islam to reunite and reestablish its rightful place as a dominant world power.


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