"Something's Up" In America's Big Berg
Selected Poems from The Alaska Mystery Collection
and The Tree Series
by Paula Marie Rose
A brief background, and introduction to the rest of this story.
B. An "interview / interrogation" veiled as a Girl's Night Out in June of 2007; where countless questions were asked, and topics of despicable deeds were discussed. Hours of discussion and questioning were conducted by an apparent "agency," via a wire worn by one of the women with me, who would relay their questions to me. It was repeatedly stated that they were working to uncover the secrets, that they were "good," and that my assistance and knowledge would insure that justice was served.
D. My entire family and others I have known are spewing lies and engaging in coercive and conspiratorial behaviors; in addition to repeatedly and consistently refusing to answer my questions, or to explain their own words, and actions.
E. Myself and many others, including family members, know exactly what was going on, and going down in that small town. Why would they continue to lie about deeds done in the past, or claim that they have no knowledge of such things? Many involved are now dead, and those who could volunteer to share their own information are choosing to remain silent. Why could something done in the past continue to have so much power over the present lives and actions of so many? Who would have that much control over so many people? What are they afraid of? The proverbial "Knock at the Door" that my Mother used to speak of? And who would be doing the knocking?