Chapters (75)
- Cover
- Praise
- About the Author
- Title Page
- Intoroduction
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EITHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- CLIMATE EMERGENCY
- Copyright
Everyone in the room is leaning further forward on their elbows. There are eager looks between a few of the men. Carl scans the room with narrowed eyes, fully aware that everyone is giving him their undivided attention, like some wild animal, waiting for the rest of the pack to show respect, and milking it when he gets it. A pair of older guys towards the back of the room are talking quickly to each other under their breath. Carl stares hard at them until they realise and cease speaking immediately. He could rip their throats out. He is leonine, impressive. I’m rivetted to the spot, ready to hear what the fiercest man in the room has to say.
‘It’s been disappointing,’ Carl begins, his voice changed and barely above a hissed whisper, ‘that so many of our recent actions have not seen the participation of more than a handful of this group’s members.’
The quiet in the room gets, somehow, even quieter. People are afraid even to cough or move their hands. Drinks go un-drunk on the table tops.
‘Who is it that goes out on patrol in the evenings, keeping our streets safe? Who is it that has been taking our message straight to the root of our country’s problem? Which of you can say that in the last year he’s done anything more than waving a flag at a couple of demonstrations?’
With this last question, Carl seems to look directly at several people in the room at the same time. Their eyes lower, meekly. The man called Barney says, ‘Too fucking right.’
Carl continues, ‘So if any of you have lost your appetite for this war, I’ll say what I’ve said a hundred times. There’s the door. If you can’t stomach what needs to be done, if you are too selfish to commit, if you are putting your own interests above those of this beautiful country, above doing what’s right for Josh, then get out. Now.’
In the seemingly endless silence that follows, nobody moves. All eyes are on me and I can barely breathe. I see Dan in his blue jumper, nodding.
‘Good,’ Carl’s voice is even quieter now; a rasping, guttural croak. ‘Because this thing we’re going to do, for our country, for Josh, is going to include all of us. You are all necessary. You all have a role to play.’