I heard them coming, of course, you can hear everything that happens from inside a small travel trailer at three in the morning. Their ritual, that’s all. If they wanted to surprise me, they should have come at three in the afternoon, when the A/C was running. Too public, maybe. I turned on all the lights, opened the door, and stepped outside. I was naked. "Robert Klassen?" the head man said. Black. Black uniforms, black belts, black boots, black helmets, black assault rifles. All black. "State your name, mister." "Robert Klassen." "Hold it right there, mister." I hadn’t moved. Two … Continue reading American Gulag