Black Rising

By Kevin Barron

Zarida Johnson and Marcus Brooks, operatives for the Black Liberation Organization embark on a secret mission of justice against racist attacks on Black people in America. While at the same time dealing with the personal challenges of a love triangle and the pursuit of a relentless NYPD officer Gene Hacker.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kevin Barron
• Release date: Apr 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005491857

Kevin Barron

Kevin Barron is novelist who currently has published three books.Black Rising, Black Rising: Home and Abroad, Collateral Consequences.He is also the CEO of Black Rising Apparel: cafepress.com/BLACKRISING, blackrising.net

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BLACK RISING

A NOVEL BY KEVIN BARRON

2nd Edition

TO MY FAMILY

THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE

AND

SUPPORT

©Copyright 2012 by Kevin Barron the author of this book. The book author retains sole copyright to his contributions to this book.

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

Published by

Kevin Barron

Chapter 1

The white pickup truck sped through the entrance of the First Avenue tunnel heading north in Manhattan. The occupants were two members of the White Brotherhood who had recently been acquitted of brutally raping and beating a 16-year-old black girl in Queens. It was after midnight and there was a slight cool breeze coming from the direction of the East River to their right. The two men were intoxicated and pre-occupied in a discussion over the two women they met in the bar who rejected them; too busy to notice the black Kawasaki motorcycle that had been trailing them since they left the bar. With the exception of the hum of the motorcycle the night was eerily quiet as the Kawasaki kept three car lengths behind the pickup. The truck began to exit the tunnel as it traveled slightly uphill slowing to a stop at the red light.

This is Tech 3; the cameras have been disabled; you have a go.

Roger that, said Marcus, the driver of the bike, placing his hand on his ear device.

The Kawasaki with its two passengers quickly closed the gap and positioned itself a few feet away on the driver’s side of the black shiny vehicle. The bike riders clad in black zeroed in on its target. The driver glanced at the assassins out of the corner of his eye unaware of what was about to happen. Before the light turned green the back passenger of the Kawasaki released her grip from around the waist of the driver; reached into her black leather jacket and with deadly accuracy fired two silenced shots into the temple of the driver. As his foot began to release off the brakes his head tilted toward the passenger with blood and brain matter spraying leaving a small opening view of the head of the stunned passenger; enough of an opening for the assassin to fire two rapid shots to the top of the head of the other man sending skull fragments out of the passenger side window. As the light turned green the motorcycle screeched away leaving a trail of smoke and death. The pickup slowly drifted toward the sidewalk over the curb stopped only by a silver lamppost.

Marcus and Zarida entered the garage of Black Guard Security and Information located on Jerome Avenue in the Bronx. Black Guard was one of many fronts for The Black Liberation Organization. As a corporation it was a bodyguard service, installed security systems, a licensed locksmith, bought and sold information, and was a private investigation firm. Marcus and Zarida dismounted the motorcycle and it was immediately taken by a mechanic to a secluded area of the garage. They proceeded to the private elevator which took them to the top of the five-story building. As they got off the guards took their weapons while cameras located in the hallways focused on the activity. Two more guards arrived and directed them to separate rooms to discard and change their clothes. Roger Mayham, who was the Captain of Security and the Chief of Demolition, bagged their clothes and weapons and made his way down the t shaped hallway, took a left turn, and knocked three times on the green door. Lisa, a petite light skinned black woman in her early twenties with curly black hair that hung down just above the middle of her back, opened the door. She removed the hair from her face exposing her thick eyebrows, dreamy eyes and the small gold earring in her left nostril.

She took the large green plastic bag and hurried to the fire exit leading to the back alley of the building. Roger turned around and headed back to the communication room. Roger was a strong, well-built man slightly over six feet. The years of martial arts training and body building had paid off handsomely. His thin mustache hovered over his caramel-colored lips. The ex-marine was about to enter the red door of the communication room when Charles the young new recruit hurriedly approached him.

You called for me sir.

Yes, Roger replied as he handed him the black bag. Dismantle and spread the pieces up and down the Hudson. No two pieces in the same place.

Roger! Charles said and then smiled. No pun intended. as he hurried away to carry out his duty. Roger returned the smile and shook his head and shouted.

Make sure you’re not being watched. Charles nodded and waved his hand.

Marcus and Zarida entered the black door for their debriefing. Waiting for them were three men. Lloyd Hillman the intelligence chief, Jim Baines the head of cell 3 of which they belonged to and Tony Williamson second in command of intelligence and chief of military operations. They entered and sat in two folding chairs that were located in front of the long table across from the three men.

Peace brother, sister, Marcus and Zarida responded in unison.

Peace. Jim Baines a dark-skinned man in his mid-forties with a receding hair line and a strong stern face opened the interrogation.

Was the mission a success?

I believe we were, Marcus answered.

You believe? Baines responded raising his voice and eyebrows.

Yes, I believe. I’m sure they were terminated but you never know who may have witnessed what happened or followed us.

Are you saying you are not sure whether you were followed or not, yet you entered the building? Hillman probed with annoyance. Zarida immediately jumped in.

The mission was accomplished. The targets were eliminated. We took all precautions. We followed the route given to us. I did not observe anyone trailing us.

How do you know the targets are dead? Williamson asked.

I saw their heads explode, Zarida answered with attitude. For a moment there was silence.

What was the route you took?

As I said before we took the route that was given to us, Zarida said with annoyance. Hillman’s left eyebrow rose indicating that he did not care for her tone. Before Hillman could respond Marcus interceded.

We proceeded straight for three blocks, turned left going across town to the West Side Highway; then we took the highway to the Cross Bronx and from there to here. After sighing, Zarida added.

I was monitoring the situation the whole time. My partner is an excellent driver. We are professionals. This line of questioning is insulting.

Perhaps it is, but nevertheless it is necessary and it is procedure and you know that so let us proceed without the attitude, Baines said. The interrogation went on for another hour covering all details and specifics before Marcus and Zarida were allowed to leave.

The Black Liberation Organization was derived from the mind of former U.S. army general James H. Jackson. Jackson, a large man at 6’5" and 240 lbs., served in the army for thirty years before retiring five years ago when he decided to act on his vision of creating The Black Liberation Organization. Jackson had decided it was time for black people to strike back when racist attacks were made against his people. He felt that the years and years of brutality, murder, disrespect, deprivation and injustice had gone on for way too long without an appropriate response. He felt that the only way blacks would be respected is if they responded with economic success and military power. The same formula America had used for years. He believed that if racist knew that when they committed an attack against Black people, whether it was covert or overt, there would be a strong, violent, and devastating response; and they would think twice before committing another act. In addition to that, the General was adamant on the idea of retaliating against those who walk the streets freely after committing various crimes against Black people over the years.

General Jackson slid the glass doors open to the Tracey Towers apartment of Tony Williamson as they stepped out onto the terrace and sat down in beach chairs.

Update me on the financial plan, Jackson said opening up the conversation as he sipped his coffee, black and strong.

Plans for the armored car jobs and the narcotics raids are in place and will be handled by cells two and three, said Williamson.

Then let’s go forth with our plans for Black Solidarity Day. On November 2nd, the first Monday in November an all-out assault was being planned. The group had compiled what they called The White List., which consisted of a series of retaliatory strikes. One of the targets was the two cops who killed an elderly black woman from the Bronx named Mary Brown. Mary had a dispute with her daughter about two years ago. Her daughter had called police when Mary threatened her with a kitchen knife. When police arrived Brown still possessed the knife around 25 feet away from both her daughter and police as she cussed at them both. The police ordered her to drop the knife, but she continued to rant and rave but made no movement toward them. Suddenly two officers opened fire emptying their pistols into Brown’s body. Later both white officers were completely exonerated of any wrongdoing and remained on active duty. Richard Donaldson head of the still very active New York State Ku Klux Klan was included on the list along with the bombing of 740 Park Ave which was the home of the largest collection of billionaires in the country. There were plans also for transportation and communication disruptions including bridge bombings, abandoning vehicles on highways, and a drone attack on the airport.

Put the plans in motion. Have Lisa make the recording. Confirm the meeting with the Chinese. Soon the world will know who The Black Liberation Organization is. Congratulate cell three on the White Brotherhood job.

I will, Williamson answered. Jackson turned his back to Williamson with his hands on the balcony and took in the spectacular view of the orange red sunset before him spanning both the Bronx and part of upper Manhattan.

Soon they will know what it is like to be a victim, to be shoved into a corner; to have no way out; to live in constant fear; to suffer. He paused and then picked up a thick green book with black lettering of the table. The book was titled The Philosophy and Opinions of Marcus Garvey. He held up the book. "Garvey asked back then, where is the black man’s army? Well, here we are Mr. Garvey.

Marcus entered the entrance to the co-operative apartments on the Grand Concourse in the Bronx.

Mr. Brooks, how are you? asked the night doorman.

Tired Jimmy, how about you? he said in a deep scratchy voice.

I’m just fine sir; uh you have company upstairs.

How long she been up there?

About twenty minutes. She said I should call her when you arrived.

Well don’t; let me surprise her.

I hope you’re not too tired sir. Jimmy said flashing a huge grin exposing the large gap between his front teeth.

Thanks Jimmy I’ll manage. Good night. Marcus replied shaking his head side to side as he headed towards the elevators. Jimmy admired and looked up to Marcus who was a business consultant. It was Marcus who recommended Jimmy for the doorman position to the co-op as a favor to an old girlfriend. At the time Jimmy was going through financial and personal problems. Although the job didn’t pay much, it did help Jimmy establish some stability in his life. Marcus also helped him get his personal life in order. He now felt he had someone he could trust in case his covert activities came under scrutiny and someone who would serve as a lookout. He also tipped him very well. Marcus entered the elevator and pressed 21. He sighed as the day’s activities entered and left his mind in a matter of seconds. He exited the elevator and proceeded left to 21B. As he opened the door, he could hear the water running from the shower. He quietly put his briefcase down and locked the door. He smiled slightly as he began undress. He slowly turned right and quietly opened the bathroom door. As the steam rolled out Marcus rushed in and approached the sliding shower doors. Slowly and quietly, he slid In. Lisa’s back was to him as she let the hot water run on her long black curly hair and stream down her petite body. Marcus came up behind her and quickly grabbed her with both hands, pressing up against her body. Lisa let loose a piercing high-pitched scream and fired an elbow into Marcus’s right rib. Then almost simultaneously she lifted up her left leg and slammed her heal down on Marcus’ left foot. He grunted in pain while releasing his grip on her. She quickly turned to face him with her small fist balled up and ready to strike when she realized who her attacker was.

Hold it, hold it, it, he shouted with his guard up to prevent any further damage. He displayed a half smile half grimace on his face.

Are you crazy? she shouted with her eyes bulging out and water dripping down her smooth caramel face. You scared the hell of me. Are you trying to give me a heart attack or something?

You should be more alert, he replied. You could’ve gotten hurt. Marcus said as he rubbed his ribs and then bent down to examine his stomped foot. As he bent over Lisa gave him a loud, wet slap on the back of his neck. He quickly straightened up. Damn, what you trying to do to me? She attempted to throw a jab, but he coolly blocked it. All right, that’s enough I’m sorry, he said as he cautiously closed the gap between them. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, he said with a raspy sleepy voice as he got closer and closer. She began to relax. He started to nibble on her neck and then her lower cheek, forgive me? he said as her resistance slowly melted away. You know you are very violent, he continued as they both laughed.

And you’re crazy. Marcus gently and softly began kissing her face before working his way to her lips as the room continued to steam up. After several minutes of passion, they finally released each other’s tired, limp, wet bodies and got out of the hot steamy bathroom. They put on his and her terry cloth robes and sat on the black leather couch in the sunken living room. Lisa began playing with Marcus’ curly damp hair on the back of his head. You know that puts me to sleep, he said.

Aren’t you ready for bed? she said as she continued playing with his hair. "Or are you ready for