FBRA Recruiting (PJW)

"FBRA Recruiting" is a transcript of testimony from former Civil Protection Unit agent Herman Cash to the Gore Commission on Domestic Totalitarianism, 1992.

Cash's Testimony
It was around the end of January that I got the news that the Civil Protection Units had been disbanded. Can't say I was sorry. I left that business after that gunfight in Chicago. Authorities didn't even question me, just sent me back to Alabama. When I got home I hung up the badge.

So a few days after Byrd announces they're done, I get a call from my old friend Bobby, not Dynamite Bob mind you, madman just disappeared after Chicago. Me and Bobby went our separate ways after that, so a call from was surprising. Bobby asks if I got the recruitment letter in the mail yet. I say, "What recruitment letter" and then he just goes on about how the negros have even started raiding the mail offices, preventing mail from reaching the good citizens like you and me, and I finally have to yell over the phone, telling him to shut up. I repeat my question.

"The letter from Racial Affairs!" is how Bobby answers. Bobby was always too excited and joking around for my taste, but he was a good friend. So I thought this was a joke. "Racial Affairs?" I say. "You don't mean that whole business in Washington with Byrd and Parker?"

"I do in fact mean those. They're setting up recruiting centers across the country, and since we're former Civvies, we get preferential treatment. And by preferential, I mean almost a guaranteed hire."

Now I had gotten content with life and tried to put this whole business behind me, so I resisted at first. "I hung up my badge, Bobby."

"Doesn't mean you can't pin it back on. And this isn't some whole violent thing like last time. We're just extra muscle to local cops. Man the walls to darktowns, simple things like that. And c'mon man, think about it. Herman Cash and Bobby Frank Cherry, official government agents! Would you rather wear the white sheet or official government armor. And the Klan doesn't pay." I held my tongue for a moment. "Just treat it as a side job," he continues. "I know you drive trucks, I've actually start doing that too. Driving across states ain't easy with no good roads. This will be a much better gig, just give it a chance."

"Alright," I finally say. "I'll give it a thought." Bobby laughs and then we start talking about old times and how we need to get our families together for a barbecue and we laugh and as soon as I hang up I head down to the local FBRA registry.