Over many years of reading everything from Pogo Possum, Dr. Seuss, a few deadly boring education texts, some rather difficult Spanish short stories, all but the last two Stephen King novels, and about 30 years worth of the Alfred Hitchcock short story magazine, I have come to believe in a universal concept. This concept may also emerge in the works of Shakespeare, Mark Twain, Hemingway, Faulkner, Elmer Kelton and a very wide and eclectic spectrum of literature, even including many parts of the Bible. That concept rests on one of the smallest engines of growth, the kernel. Aha, the kernel of truth! That is the seed, the idea, the glimmer of light, and the inspiration that nourishes the kernel into the full-blown fruit, the story–and it can be found by the dear reader who looks for it.
In this harrowing novel, Agenda 21, the truth is right before our eyes. The kernel of truth has been planted and growing for half a century, and it is no longer being treated as another tinfoil hat or crazy conspiracy theory. Agenda 21 is real. This book is Harriet Parke’s visualization of the Glenn Beck show’s exposure of the real thing. I had seen the Glenn Beck show on FOX also, about three years ago, and had followed up on it now and then, but Harriet Parke caught fire from it and has run with it, in a novel that brought me to tears, time and again, as I devoured it. It is only a little over 200 pages, but I have not read anything that has moved me as powerfully as this. It is far too real.
The story unfolds through the thoughts and experiences of the coming of age of Emmeline, a young woman who had no memory of a life other than herself, her mother and her father living in what seemed to be a cement box. The box was fixed to operate what Emmeline referred to as “energy boards”, a treadmill, which she and her mother had to walk daily to create energy which was somehow stored in another part of the place they were living. So much energy provided so much food.
It began slowly, but as the story began to become clearer, it moved Emmeline to a separate cement box to be “paired” with a male in order to reproduce and create more children to produce more energy to exchange for food. It was not at all clear to Emmeline what was outside the small area that she was allowed to see, because her parents had not told her about what life had been like before. She was “paired”, read married, and soon had a baby girl under the cruelest of conditions. The baby was taken to a nursery where all the other babies were taken also. The “pairings” had to result in a child, in good health, or the “paired” couple would also be separated and even recycled.
Emmeline’s mother and father were both taken to the recycle “community”, and it did not ever dawn on Emmeline what had become of them. Everything was covered in secrets and spies telling on each other for food, and constant commands from the “Authorities.” Her mother had been a troublemaker problem to the “Authorities” and had tried to protect Emmeline from the realities of the life they had been “relocated” to. It became painfully clear to me each time that one more thing was taken away that the people in this “community” were brought there to build a new life and produce energy, but there was no electricity, no privacy and at nightfall everything was still under observation by the Gatekeepers. So much of the normal world had been left behind, and now the great earth worshiping experiment built into this artificial world was falling apart.
I must at this juncture not just pause, but close out the review. I have not read anything that was clearly a work of fiction that sounded so much like truth. There were people in that compound who had not believed that such a thing could happen. They had been living peacefully on their farms, in their homes, in their towns but suddenly were rounded up and taken to a place that was more a prison than a community of friends and neighbors. The heroine, Emmeline, was a baby when they were brought there, somewhere, because of the Authorities saving them from their enemies. Emmeline and her third “pairing” had grown to love each other and they were “paired”. Emmeline’s mother had taught her many things, had left her some treasures hidden in her sleeping mat, and a motto: Save the things you may need. But she had not told her the truth about how they had been brought there, not even sure where they were, in what was called the Republic.
Enough. This is a must read if there ever was a must read. Keep tissues nearby, and as you learn more and more, the kernel of truth becomes clearer and clearer. The kernel of truth has flowered and is too big to be hidden anymore.