The Black Burqa part six
by Diana the Valkyrie



And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not govern - shall enthral but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail,
That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.



Phillida

After our action at St Hortense High School, we were at the top of
the news.  Everyone wanted to know about the Black Burqas (USA),
and as the founder of the movement, I was in great demand.

Interviews, chat shows, news shows - the questions were similar. But
Sfiyah had primed me with the important principle that I didn't
have to answer the question asked, I could give them our own beliefs.

First, I was usually asked about the action itself, and how come
the Black Burqas were able to go to a place that even the SWAT
teams were avoiding.

Here's a typical interview.

"Those high powered rifles can go straight through even Kevlar"
he told me. "Yes," I agreed. Actually, I was surprised that no-one
had guessed that we'd kitted out our women with steel plate armour
- armour much heavier than an ordinary man could carry. And that
steel armour, weighing about a hundred pounds would deflect an
AR-15 round. We knew this, because we'd tested it.

"But what if the shooter had gone for a head shot?" That was
certainly a possibility, but gun training was to aim for the centre
mass, because a head is a much smaller target. "If he'd gone for a
head shot, it would certainly have been "Goodnight Gracie", but we
sent in three Black Burqas, and even if one was killed, it would
be a good trade for the lives of the thirty children that he was
holding hostage."

"That's incredibly brave," said the interviewer. "We're women,"
I replied.  "And we're mothers. Children are the purpose of our
existence. You'd need to be a mother yourself to understand, but
here's a simple way to put it.  The female of the species is more
deadly than the male."

I continued. "Men talk. Men negotiate. Men compromise, and while
that is appropriate for many purposes, when it comes to children,
there is no doubt, no hesitation and no compromise. Our Black Burqas
had one and only one purpose. If the police had tried to stop them,
they would have been swept aside. If one had been shot then the
other two would have continued to rescue those children."

"The shooter was in a real mess when the police went in, wasn't that
excessive force?" he asked. I repeated, "There is no compromise. No
negotiation. Anyone who threatens our children, gets the immediate
white-hot fury of the female of the species. In this case, what
happened exactly was, a punch to the belly to incapacitate him and
double him up, a knee lifted to meet the face coming down and break
the nose and teeth, and a double-fist rabbit punch to knock him out
and lay him flat on the ground. And when a Black Burqa delivers that
triple whammy, the recipient is knocked cold for the next several
hours. And if it's delivered too hard and the guy dies, then we're
not going to weep for him, he threatened our children with death."

"And if in the course of taking down an active shooter with a gun,
he gets injured, then I'm not going to apologise to him. Even if
he loses a few fingers when the gun is seized and is unable to fire
a gun in future, then that's just a consequence of his decision to
pick up a gun and kill our children."

"You talk about "our" children, but they are someone else's
children,"

"No. It takes a community to raise a child. Everyone helps. If you
saw a child drowning, would you walk on by because it's someone
else's child?  Of course not. Adults are hard-wired to protect
children, women more so than men, and Black Burqas have the
capabilities that most people lack."

He changed the subject. "How come those women were so big and
strong?"

So I explained. "We only accept women who can bench press 666
pounds."  "Yes, he asked, "But that's more than any man could do,
how can a mere woman lift so much?" "Because we aren't "mere women",
we're Black Burqas.  Here's how come. Each of those women has
been beaten, repeatedly. I myself was beaten by my first husband
for seven years. He used a stick, a bamboo cane and eventually a
baseball bat. Every day I had fresh bruises.  But a woman's body
reacts to maltreatment like that. What doesn't kill us, makes
us stronger. At first, I thought that the bulges were some sort
of cancer, but eventually I showed them to a nurse, and she said
"That's not cancer. That's muscle!" "

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