I have my coat again, along with most of my personal effects, thanks to the selfless efforts of Let’s Call Him Ray who drove six hours and across a border (now closed to me, barring court appearances) to retrieve my stuff. My computer, flash drive and notebook have apparently been moved to an Undisclosed Location until Homeland Security is through with them. I hope they have fun with my financial records, draft manuscripts, and bawdy jpegs (none of which portray naked children in compromising positions, to their probable chagrin).
And since I don’t seem to have done this publicly yet, thanks also to Dave Nickle, Karen Fernandez, and Caitlin Sweet, who drove seven hours through a blizzard in the middle of the night to rescue me from the edge of Mordor. Thanks to Cory Doctorow, John Scalzi, Patrick Neilson-Hayden, Neil Gaiman, Ursabelle, Richard Morgan, and others far too numerous to mention (although I will try, folks, believe me; in future posts, I will try) for spreading the word. Thanks to the anonymous author who donated the proceeds of his story in Jetse deVrie‘s Daybreak to the cause; thanks to Subterranean Press for their “Judge Sn Goes Golfing” campaign; thanks to the good folks at Bakka-Phoenix for passing the hat at their Christmas party. Thanks to the hundreds of you who have engorged the Kibble Fund for the upcoming battle; people who’ve given everything from one dollar to a thousand to help me out (I honestly don’t know which of those extremes touches me more). Thanks even to the various souls who regard me as a pointy-headed whiner who had it coming and who belongs in jail; I approve their (generally misspelled) posts here as quickly as I approve the others. Let them speak. Let them summon their best arguments. Let everyone compare the eloquence and substance of both points-of-view; my guess is that the inarticulate splutterings of these trolls will end up helping my cause.
Thanks so much to all of you.
Daily points of clarification:
- There was someone else with me in the car. Some of the news threads have described him as a “friend”, others as a “witness”, still others as “witnesses”, plural. He has not been named, and I’m not going to name him here out of respect for his privacy. But he asked no questions. He did nothing wrong even by the insane post-9/11 standards of Homeland Security. He behaved. And he, too, was taken from the car, handcuffed, interrogated, detained for hours, and finally spat out at the Canadian border on foot without transportation. He was treated less harshly than me in terms of physical brutality; but he was treated more harshly in the sense that he had done nothing to to give these people any kind of excuse, however trivial. His only crime was being in the same car as me. People should know this. I am profoundly sorry for what he went through.
- I’ve seen news items posted online to the effect that the DA has chosen not to press charges in this matter. I do not actually know what this means in terms of my overall prospects, since I was jailed and arraigned by local authorities. On the face of it it looks hopeful, but I probably know less than a lot of you at this point.
- I’ve seen some grassroots stuff happening: bumper stickers, t-shirts, facebook pages. I appreciate all of this more than I can say; but for obvious reasons I have to maintain an arms-length relationship to all of it, and can’t get personally involved. There are enough people out there already accusing me of doing this as a publicity stunt as it is.