Michael Malone - Weebly

they made no move to stop him. Because they were
forcing him into exposure where his whole life could be
ground to a halt, he could be thrown into jail and locked
in a cell room.
Because writing letters was one thing, or riding a
motorcycle at a kike kid for a joke; but trespassing on
Ernest Ransom's property, spying on his wife, or
destroying other people's property like Hayes's window
or that cat—that sort of stuff was out of line. Sure, it
was important to teach Dingley Falls a lesson, but he
couldn't bear the responsibility all alone. For the
violence that must rivet the foundations of an American
Reich a man needed comrades, battle brothers. Lime
had too few to get his demands met. He had to
communicate with his fellows through the mail, through
magazines, though the mirror. They wouldn't read his
newspaper, refused to have his news at the pharmacy
newsstand or the library newsstand. The people in his
life didn't like him, or didn't like him enough, or weren't
the right people, or there weren't enough of them, or
something was wrong.
How was he going to make it when he couldn't