We all know only too well what happened that dark
day in Texas. Federal agents, backed up by FBI shooters and armored
vehicles on loan from the military, exacted a horrible, murderous
revenge on the Branch Davidians. The Davidians had dared to defend
themselves when armed men in Ninja costumes had attacked
the "compound" (wooden houses) where they lived as a communal religious
is link that describes the horror in detail — note that this
is not for people with queasy stomachs.
Most of us are aware that arresting David Koresh, had that been
their actual goal, would have been ridiculously simple. He jogged
every day, and went into to town routinely for supplies. A Pinkerton
security guard could have arrested him without incident. The BATF,
however, wanted an "event."
It's fair to ask why we need multiple police agencies at the national
level who are armed and trained as paramilitaries. This sad state
of affairs, coupled with the cooption and militarization of local
police agencies by Washington, has lead to outrages like Waco.
Sadly, all this was inevitable given the latest government attempts
at prohibition. Funny isn't, that when it comes to murdering unborn
babies, we are told it is "…impossible to legislate morality," but
somehow manage to justify routine violence against US citizens
over their choice of drugs. The net result is that our police now
finance many of their paramilitary operations against us with the
money they "earn" by seizing our property.
Originally, police were always local and were called "peace
officers" since their duty was keeping the peace. This is
a proactive form of law enforcement, which works much better
than the reactive enforcement of current times. Less people
are jailed and fewer citizens are murdered. The key is that peace
officers work to keep violence and crime from occurring and to
maintain public order — not attack people's homes with armed militias
like the BATF.
Peace officers know the people in their jurisdiction and they
understand that they work for them — not for some unholy
and faceless bureaucracy in distant Washington. It makes a big
When the storm troopers went in shooting at Waco, they got back
just what they were dishing out. Real peace officers should
have stopped the crazed government gunmen at that point, but there
were none available. Nowadays there rarely are. Either we are not
training them very well or more likely, we're just not growing u2018em.
The Texas Rangers used to have a motto, "One riot, one Ranger." They
were truly peace officers although they were quite
able to dish out trouble when required. Mexican bandits and Comanche
raiders found that out the hard way.
What if one of the old style Texas Rangers had been near Waco
shortly after the initial shoot out? Let's see what might have
happened, had there been a Texas Ranger like old Ben
McColluch in the neighborhood.
Ranger Ben McColluch had heard the reports on the radio; then
seen the TV coverage. It was obvious to him that the situation
in Waco had gotten way out of control and that the men on the ground,
those glory boys in military drag, had gotten in way over their
He drove out to Waco to lend a hand and was turned away contemptuously
by the G-men. The government agents wanted no "help" from
the likes of him. McColluch got the picture. There would be no
arrests at the Branch Davidian Compound. As one agent had told
Koresh during negotiations, he had killed government agents and
would shortly find out what the term "crispy critter" really
McColluch was enraged that those glamour boys would pull off such
a murderous stunt in his beloved Texas. That it would get much
worse was obvious. As a Texas Ranger he had a responsibility to
those people inside the compound. If they had broken the law, they
should be arrested; if not, they should be defended from the predators
surrounding the compound. Either way, McColluch had never thought
much of lynch law.
"Why would men dress up in black to sneak up on somebody
in broad daylight in Texas? Hell," he thought, "It's
happened and there is no going back."
McColluch was aware that armed "cherries" were often
eager to "make their bones." He knew that there were
men who were actually envious of his record in the war. That always
made him scratch his head — why anybody would be envious of that
was beyond him, but there it was, and this time that kind of thinking
had lead to big trouble.
Late one night, he infiltrated the compound, sneaking past the
federal agents, the cameras, and the sensors. Having completed
the easy part of his mission, he walked up to the main entrance
of the compound and simply knocked on the door. The feds were waking
up outside but it was too late; before they could react the door
opened and McColluch was roughly pulled inside. Two men frisked
him and took his .45 from the waist band holster. McColluch found
himself facing the "devil," David Koresh.
"Mr. Koresh, I'm Ben McColluch from the Texas Rangers. I'm
here to place you under arrest," he said calmly.
Koresh was under whelmed. "You talk mighty big for a man
with two M-16s pointing at him," replied Koresh. "Are
you dreaming or this another government trick?"
Ranger McColluch didn't bat an eyelash. "First off, I don't
think you'll shoot me. You boys shot those BATF clowns because
they attacked you with guns. I'm not sure I even blame you for
that — but the beer's been poured out — somebody has to drink it
or all these people here are fixin' to die. The hard way or I miss
Koresh replied, "We're all Christians here and we're prepared
to die — that's not much of a threat since we've been expecting
it all along."
McColluch stared at him for a couple long seconds and then kept
it brief. "Sonny, I don't know what fancy brand of Christianity
you all are practicing here — that's your business. But my Bible
mentions a feller named Jesus Christ and He chose to die for others,
not drag them all to the cross with Him. I reckon you need to think
about that real careful like, and then you, and those other boys
who pulled the triggers, need to come out with me and face the
music. It's the only chance these folks have."
"These people are with me. They'll live or die with me!" shouted
McColluch was calm. "I don't like to repeat myself, sonny.
But this one time I will. Sometimes a man has to put himself on
the line to save the folks that are his responsibility. This is
one of those times. I don't like it any better than you do, but
there it is plain and simple, no way around it."
Koresh began to rant about the end of times and how he was a prophet.
He was getting all worked up and had plenty to say.
McColluch sighed quietly, and thought to himself, "Yep, sometimes
a man has to put himself on the line all right. But why in Hell
does it always seem to be me?" He chased the thought out of
his head and remembered who he was. There were women and kids in
this "compound" and a vengeful posse outside. He was
out of options.
He took the concealed derringer he had in his sleeve and shot
Koresh twice in the center of the chest. Then he threw the gun
over his shoulder and stood there. The men covering him with rifles
were initially too shocked to react…
From there — you may supply your own ending. Whatever you come
up with, there is one thing guaranteed. It will be an improvement
over what actually happened.
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him mail] fought with the Rhodesian freedom fighters (the Ian
Smith side, of course).