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Nuclear Holocaust: Never Again NEVER AGAIN Book 2 NUCLEAR HOLOCAUST NEVER AGAIN R.J. RUMMEL Llumina Press Copyright 2004 R.J. Rummel All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or trans- mitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, with- out permission in writing from both the copyright owner and the publisher. Requests for permission to make copies of any part of this work should be mailed to Permissions Department, Llumina Press, PO Box 772246, Coral Springs, FL 33077-2246 ISBN: 1-59526-308-X -- 1-59526-307-1 Printed in the United States of America by Llumina Press Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Rummel, R. J. (Rudolph J.), 1932- Nuclear holocaust not again / R.J. Rummel. p. cm. ISBN 1-59526-308-X (alk. paper) -- ISBN 1-59526-307-1 (pbk. : alk. paper) 1. Nuclear warfare--Fiction. I. Title. PS3568.U447N83 2004 813'.6--dc22 2003027676 Praise for books by Nobel Peace Prize finalist R. J. Rummel "26th in a Random House poll on the best nonfiction book of the 20th Century." Random House (Modern Library) ". the most important .. in the history of international relations." John Norton Moore, Professor of Law and Director, Center for National Security Law, former Chairman of the Board of Directors of the U. S. Institute of Peace ". among the most exciting . in years." Jim Powell ". most comprehensive . I have ever encountered . illuminating . ." Storm Russell "One more home run . ." Bruce Russett, Professor of International Relations ". has profoundly affected my political and social views." Lurner B. Williams ". truly brilliant . ought to be mandatory reading." Robert F. Turner, Professor of Law, former President of U.S. Institute of Peace ". highly recommend . ." Cutting Edge "We all walk a little taller by climbing on the shoulders of Rummel's work." Irving Louis Horowitz, Professor Of Sociology. ". everyone in leadership should read and understand . ." DivinePrinciple.com ". .exciting . pushes aside all the theories, propaganda, and wishful thinking . " www.alphane.com " . world's foremost authority on the phenomenon of 'democide.'" American Opinion Publishing ". excellent . ." Brian Carnell ". bound to be become a standard work . " James Lee Ray, Professor of Political Science ". major intellectual accomplishment . .will be cited far into the next century" Jack Vincent, Professor of Political Science." ". most important . required reading . " thewizardofuz (Amazon.com) ". valuable perspective . " R.W. Rasband ". offers a desperately needed perspective . " Andrew Johnstone ". eloquent . very important . " Doug Vaughn ". should be required reading . .shocking and sobering . " Sugi Sorensen Relevant books by R.J. Rummel Understanding Conflict and War (five volumes) Lethal Politics: Soviet Genocide and Mass Murder since 1917 China’s Bloody Century: Genocide and Mass Murder since 1900 Democide: Nazi Genocide and Mass Murder Death By Government Statistics of Democide Power Kills: Democracy as a Method of Nonviolence Saving Lives, Enriching Life: Freedom as a Right and a Moral Good (online book) To the unknown Joys and Johns of this universe that fight and die so that others may live in freedom Acknowledgements I owe many thanks to the thorough evaluation, many helpful sug- gestions, and careful editing of Marg Gilks. Whatever strengths this book has I owe to her. As with Book 1, I also am indebted to the many visitors to my website at www.hawaii.edu/powerkills/ who commented on or questioned the material there. They often had an impact on this novel. And as always and foremost, is my wife Grace. She made this novel and series possible. Without her, I could not have written it. Another kiss, sweetheart. To be sure, this is a book of fiction. Although some characters may in name and position bear a striking resemblance to historical figures, they are fictional. Nonetheless, I must say that whatever errors of fic- tional facts exist are mine, and wholly mine. Foreword As I pointed out in the foreword to War and Democide, Never Again, Book 1 in this Never Again series, love is one of our greatest mysteries and the greatest reward that we can receive and give others. Here I revisit the story of the love between a man and a woman, and their love for humanity, and continue my effort to uncover a subver- sive, insidious, and almost invisible force in human relations. This is the enemy of love and the struggle between the two pervades this book. What is it? If you read Book 1, you will know. You can start here with your eyes open, unlike the lovers thrust by me, a merciless author, back in time again. But, this time, not alone. R.J. Rummel www.hawaii.edu/powerkills/ Chapter 1 New York October 7, 1994, New Universe ehind Lora, a sudden, blazing-white light cast everything into stark black and white, like a photographic negative. “What the . ” Lora B blurted, just before a thunderous blast pushed her into the earth. She shuddered, cringed from it. The sound hammered her for seconds, then diminished like thunder reverberating in distant mountains; it less- ened further into a distant crackling, breaking, tearing, clanging. Finally it disappeared altogether, leaving a vacuum of sound, as though all noise had been sucked into the earth. All were stony silent—birds, in- sects, cars; no tree branch rustled, no voices called. More seconds. She heard an approaching roar. Then, in a flurry of leaves, broken branches, shingles, and small rocks, a hot windstorm picked her up like a doll in a child’s hand and hurled her against a tree trunk. All around, a maelstrom of banging, thudding, shattering, falling things exploded in her ears. Stunned, the breath knocked out of her, Lora gasped for air, tried to focus her eyes, tried to stop the world from spinning. A more profound stillness settled around her. I’m dead. No, Lora’s body screamed: that thudding was her heart; that salty iron taste her blood; that grit on her lips, that smell, was the dirt cover- ing her face. As if proving further her survival, excruciating pain blasted her mind, and she let out an involuntary screech. Her mind struggled against the shock and pain to gain control over her body. She had to discover what had just happened. The world steadied, her eyes focused, but nothing made any more sense than an abstract painting of complex and intertwined lines, patches of color, gray images, black holes. Then, as a strange image suddenly clicks into an obvious picture, she realized her head was upside down and, through the tangled branches of a shrub, she was watching an angry, roiling, red and black mushroom cloud climbing above Manhattan to blacken the morning sky. 2 R.J. Rummel Sound gave up its paralysis in an eruption of distant screams, cries, howling dogs, the metallic crunch of shattered cars, and breaking things. Almost with regret, Lora recovered full consciousness. She was sprawled upside down in a twig dogwood shrub with one leg against an oak tree, her dress suit bunched around her chest, and her shoes gone. Asteroid, it’s an asteroid. Its hit New York. It can’t be anything else. After all, her mind spun out as if to defy the horror emerging in her mind and the pain and nausea of her body, Joy and John eliminated major international wars—against all odds, they succeeded. Their peace has lasted for almost a century. My God, this can’t be an attack. Lora tried to reorient herself. Mark and I had breakfast . about 9:15 we locked our apartment . headed for our Institute in Manhat- tan . garage being remodeled . car parked on Graham Street . walking toward the car . MARK! Where’s Mark? She tried to right herself, and gasped from another rush of pain. Her right arm was twisted behind her. As she bent and turned to get at her arm, she screamed. Her eyes teared, and she bit her lip. It felt like somebody was cutting the muscles of her arm out with a dull, red-hot knife. Gritting her teeth, Lora rotated her body to disentangle herself from the branches of the bush. Lying on her back, she pushed her body out of the bushes with her legs. Panting, nauseated, she sat up and stared at her right arm. It was broken near the elbow, the lower ulna and radius bones twisted backwards at a right angle. White bones streaked with blood protruded. I can’t wait for help. A catastrophe has happened. I’ve got to find Mark. She jerked her eyes from street, to houses, to street, to trees. She fi- nally located Mark leaning against a tree. Christ, his right arm can’t bend at that angle. “Mark. Mark! Can you hear me?” He’s moving. He’s alive. Lora gritted her teeth, gripped the broken segment of her arm, and twisted. Agony made her squeal through her teeth. She straightened her broken arm with her left hand. Dizzy, near vomiting, she held it gin- gerly as she struggled to her knees, then staggered to her feet. She stood swaying. Finally she checked her body for more injuries; saw scratches and punctures, but they weren’t bleeding much. Nuclear Holocaust Never Again 3 “Nothing serious,” she told herself, needing to hear a voice. “Just hold the arm out from your body.” She spit blood and probed with her tongue—she’d bitten the inside of her lower lip. She needed all her strength to lurch toward Mark. “Sweetheart,” she called, “can you move? We’ve got to get to a hospital.” Blood dripped from a cut on his cheek. Mark grimaced and grunted as he struggled to his feet.
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