The world is slowly discovering Anthony Bosworth. He has been hidden in plain view.
Friday he walked a short distance across brick and concrete tiles of a public plaza and several thousand people held their breath… over electronic networks… running south and east to Idaho, Oregon, Montana, Arizona, Alabama and through the convoluted bowels of the American Secret Police (DHS) from Spokane to Washington D.C. His lonely figure simultaneously appeared in the conceptual cross hairs of government snipers visible on at least three nearby buildings.
That planned, peaceful, pooled, public patio, the planted plaza in front of the Thomas S. Foley U.S. Courthouse (named for the recently departed former pork-barrel communist congressman and Speaker of the House) is visually dominated by two fortresses of the Spokesman Review just as the Court behind it is dominated by their ideology.
And it is hard to accurately assess which had been more numerous in that place, the reporters of various media or plainclothes Homeland Security agents in the hour before Anthony pulled the trigger, as it were, on Our State, Our Rights, The Patriots Answer.
It was a moment many had contemplated with foreboding. Would there be bloodshed?
One of the friendly reporters swarming over the grounds (the one who first showed me the snipers on top of the Post Office1) had talked with me openly about the danger of people losing their lives at this event and then joked that he was against getting killed right before a weekend with good weather. He estimated the crowd at roughly 60 persons. Not a bad turnout when you consider the prerequisites: 1) willing to sacrifice your life for the principles of freedom, and 2) willing to take a day off from work to do it.
I think I mentioned that it was called Our State, Our Rights, The Patriots Answer. Just what were the Patriots responding to? On February 25, Homeland Security thugs took advantage of Bosworth’s attendance at the first rally of Vic Riveria’s Liberty group (in the exact, same Plaza) to kidnap him without cause, unlawfully detain him for six hours of attempted coercion and extortion, under color of law, and literally steal his personal property including two firearms and a communication radio. The list of FELONIES for which those uniformed thugs are chargeable is long and the penalties for which they are liable includes many years in prison and execution. Yes, death.
Doubtless, one reason it was possible to rally around 60 people to travel to a remote Washington City to risk their lives is that that they realize the worst thing that can happen to a nation is to have a uniformed class of armed thugs threatening and kidnapping innocent citizens off the street for political purposes, committing capital crimes without consequence by the order of a corrupt government. “Everything changed after 911.” An American KGB. An American Gestapo. No, this is no exaggeration.
Riveria’s Feb. 25th event, the staging for the DHS kidnapping, had been called “Our State, Our Rights,” so the response to the kidnapping was titled: Our State, Our Rights, The Patriots Answer.
The key thing to understand is that when our Secret Police seized Anthony, they claimed that it was illegal for him to be armed in the Plaza. They were lying. He knew they were lying.
So the “Patriot’s answer” was planned for a large gathering to go, fully armed, into the same Plaza and dare the Secret Police to arrest them all, at the implied peril of the thug’s own lives, proving, openly to the whole world, by sheer force and government cowardice, that the previous DHS action had been illegal.
But the panicky reaction to the announcement of Friday’s rally by the DC DHS desk jockeys proved even that unnecessary.
In the hours before the Response rally, Anthony’s team had their communications inexplicably, technologically disrupted, both phone and internet. National leader Mike Vanderboegh had his travel inexplicably, administratively disrupted, both air and land. Who do you suppose could possibly have accomplished those things through disparate offices of numerous companies, thousands of miles apart? “Everything changed after 911.” But the icing on the cake was the judicial decree, three and a half days before the event, from Obama Judge Rosanna Malouf Peterson, that weapons were henceforth banned, not just inside the Courthouse as Federal Code (questionably) claims, but also, as she merely invented, by fiat, in the Foley Plaza. Despite that the order was not lawful, it was proof, beyond reasonable doubt that the acts of DHS in seizing Anthony on Feb. 25th had been pursuant to no law whatsoever.
His case having thus been made, however, Anthony was not content. This is a man the world does not yet fully know. I have been his friend since 2012 and Friday I realized that I had not fully known him.
Friday morning Anthony Bosworth awoke and set his face, like a flint, to the Foley Plaza, as another had once set his face to Jerusalem. Friday morning Anthony Bosworth kissed his children goodbye, knowing it might be the last time they would ever see him. Friday morning Anthony pulled the trigger on a battle he could have avoided, that risked everything he held dear. Anthony took steps only he was qualified in that hour to take, to assume a leadership role prepared for him, years in advance, for which he had been trained and tempered in the fires of war and politics, and then hidden. By God.
I saw these hidden things Friday in Spokane.
Trained and Tempered
I met Anthony in the Convention process of the Washington Republican Liberty Caucus during the brief period when they held the potential to have a positive effect on the Republican Party. I saw him win a seat on the RLC board and stand up to attacks and slanders, willing to sacrifice position to do what was right just as other RLC leaders appeared anxious to sacrifice what was right to secure position.
I watched (and photographed) him challenging the unlawful acts of contract security guards at the Yakima courthouse.
I interviewed him, in depth, as he prepared to run for Sheriff of Yakima County with what I regarded as serious handicaps, not just a lack of funding and not just unscrupulous political enemies on “our side.”
Anthony Bosworth was born at the very bottom of the economic/social ladder into a migrant family and grew up in towns like Salmon and Sugar and Wapato. He was raised and handicapped with an inherited, hillbilly grammar that instinctively used the wrong tense of verbs. I did not recognize til Friday God’s purpose in this.
Anthony spent over 17 years in the military, risking his life in combat and was, nevertheless, ultimately robbed of his pension by agents of Belial precisely because he refused to sacrifice his principle to enable their corruption.
All this was to the good in Providence’s purposes. He learned, under the most physically and spiritually taxing circumstances, during 140 degree days and intense pressure from unscrupulous superior officers how crucial it is that men who carry guns for a living, live by higher principle, remain obedient to LAW and not think of themselves as superior to it. I heard him express all this when I interviewed him, long before he was seized by men of precisely that baser sort, working for the Federal government.
But it was not until Friday that I saw the rest of what God accomplished in Anthony Bosworth.
Bosworth approaches the political arena in a way that is absolutely essential, but has been entirely lacking in literally hundreds of failed would-be movement leaders. He approaches political challenges
as a military strategist, recognizing:
- That we are facing, not simply opponents, but enemies, the embodiment of the forces of evil.
- That we are also supremely vulnerable to those who would seem to be our friends.
- That the battle is more important than our personal interests or even our lives.
Anthony is not oriented to giving prepared speeches. During the Yakima Sheriff campaign it left him, with the frequently “bad” grammar, open to appearing unprofessional, unqualified. Friday he spoke to the crowd extemporaneously… and he was nothing short of eloquent. Each sentence built ideas into tight, cogent paragraphs and each paragraph ended in an inspiration. In a convention he would have drawn at least half a dozen ovations. But in this crowd, he simply edified a position of such leadership as men trust with their lives in battle.
The Moment of Truth
On Friday, surrounded by a perimeter of armed militiamen, inside a wider perimeter of government snipers, the kind that murdered Randy Weaver’s wife and son, visible on the battlements those agents had prepared in advance, on the roofs of the Post Office Building and the Spokesman Review Building and the Washington Trust Bank Building, Anthony Bosworth, holding, in his hands, the lives of the patriots there assembled, deeply cognizant of the degree to which his forces’ nerves had been stretched taut by the injustices done to him, negotiated a peaceful, but complete victory.
He walked a tightrope, not with the naive self-absorption of the vast hordes of political-come-latelies we have seen come lately, but deeply aware of the distance we all could fall on either side of the rope. Any real confrontation was susceptible to violence and any violence to killing.
I talked to Sam Wilson as the moment of truth drew near. The Patriots had all gathered on the sidewalk and had not ventured into the Plaza, the territory of disputed, judicially-created UN-constitutional law where the Secret Police had abducted Anthony. Sam knew that DHS had provided itself with a veneer of legality to use lethal force against an armed contingent by the formality of the judge’s order. “Are you still going to go into the plaza armed?” I asked. “Yes,” he answered. “That’s scary,” I said. “Yes,” he said.
Lives were on the line.
In touch with every aspect of the conflict, Anthony discerned the proper moment. He walked, fully armed, across the Forbidden Plaza, drew his own line tightly in front of the Courthouse and told the Department of Homeland Security that THAT LINE, not the Judge’s line, was the one the patriots would not cross with weapons. It gave the whole Plaza to Liberty.
Then he stood there, this man hidden for so long, in Iraq, on his farm, hidden by his humility and grammar, without fear, with his back to the man who had handcuffed him nine days earlier for standing in the same place, and asked, “Who will stand with me?”
The Patriots followed. They marched, as had the Patriots at Bundy Ranch, into the crosshairs and muzzles of weapons provided to an unconstitutional National Police Force by tax dollars and fiat currency.
The Beast backed down.
The speeches followed, but no celebration. This was a victory, but only an early battle in the larger War to take back America.
We still have a communist President commanding an army of unconstitutional agencies, lawless police, judges and legislators, backed by a defacto communist political party opposed only by counterfeit opposition, a Republican Party that uses the efforts and finances of its base to thwart their objectives and bargain away their freedoms. America has been taken over.
But I have begun to see emerge the third force, the strange Spiritual Army that is cut out without hands, forged in darkness by the fires of adversity, men molded in that heat to forsake all for a higher purpose. Men hidden, like Anthony Bosworth, from the eyes of the world until the time be fulfilled.
1Jeff Humphry, KXLY, Spokane