War Pigs
By Maureen

Disclaimer: song is by Black Sabbath (kinda freaky huh?). This is a song-fic series I suppose seeing as you can read all the fics separately but they make more sense read together. The first 2 are The Brews and I've got the Straight Edge. Anyone have a series name? Also, standard disclaimers apply except for Shimon Erem who is property unto himself.


Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction

Jamie walked the halls of Kingsport High School with slight trepidation. He had no idea how anyone would react. But it was nearly two weeks since Catie had died, and it was Yom Hashoa. She would have wanted it.

Slowly, the other students turned, whispering amongst themselves when they saw Jamie. He heard snippets of the gossip, "what is that star" "is he becoming even weirder". He ignored them, and simply continued on his silent path to his locker.

He pulled the books out he needed and headed to his first class. History. He walked in and took a seat in the front of the room. The near model student. His teacher nearly had a heart attack because not only was Jamie in class, but also he was early and not slouched in the back of the room.

In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh lord, yeah

The other students filed in slowly, not wanting to be in class. It was a perfectly good spring day, why must they waste it in the classroom?

Clearing her throat to begin class, the teacher took one last glance at her notes and walked to the center of the chalkboard to begin the day's lessons. Then she saw it. What the other kids were staring at, whispering about.

At the last faculty meeting it had been stated that no one was to mention this day. Principal Carlson would not be happy if he saw it. Then again, it was her firm opinion, shared by many of the students, that he was a bumbling moron.

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor

Firmly deciding to ignore it, she began her lecture. Jamie had read the current chapter on World War II and raised his hand politely to answer every question. He even answered correctly without any wiseass remarks. Miracles could indeed occur it seemed.

Jamie made it to lunch without having to explain it or being seen by Carlson. Well, he never forbade the students from saying anything, only the teachers.

At lunch he wasn't so lucky. "Mr. Waite," Carlson said, catching the frequent visitor to his office by the shoulder. "Care to explain your new fashion accessory?" Carlson gestured to the new patch on his jacket. Today he had worn his older black jacket, so as not to ruin his good leather one. The patch was a yellow Star of David in black on it. Instead of the word 'Jude' however, the number '6,000,000' was printed in the middle.

"If you don't know, sir," Jamie replied coolly, "I don't see any reason to explain it."

Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'till their judgment day comes, yeah

"I know what it means!" Carlson hissed, his eye bulging slightly under stress, "Why did you feel the need to insult people with it? It is offensive!"

"No, it's history." Jamie said with finality. "My history."

"Take that patch off now!" Carlson ordered, forgetting that they were in the middle of the cafeteria.

"No!" Jamie retorted fierce fully, "Today is Yom Hashoa, the Holocaust Day of Remembrance and I'll be damned to take it off!"

"It is an insult to Jews everywhere!" Carlson replied, now uncaring about the location of this fight.

"I am a Jew!" Jamie shouted at him, losing his temper. "I got this at religious school last night at the yartzeit service!"

Carlson gaped at him. His students, especially James Waite and Caitlin Roth, when she was alive, never ceased to amaze him sometimes.

Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes were the bodies burning
No more war pigs of the power
Hand of god has struck the hour

"6 million Jews died in the Holocaust and those who do not remember are doomed to repeat it! We shall not forget!" by this point Jamie and Carlson had captured the attention of the entire cafeteria. If a mouse had sneezed the room would have reverberated with the noise.

Finally Carlson came to his senses. "You are coming with me!" He grabbed Jamie's upper arm and propelled him towards his office, not letting his grip slacken for an instant.

"Now, care to explain this one more time in a rational manner?" Carlson asked with almost exaggerated kindness.

"No. Why should I? It's none of your business." Jamie slouched down in the chair uncaring what happened to him.

"I think it is. Tell me."

"Ever hear of the Jewish Resistance during World War II?" when Carlson nodded Jamie continued, "Ever hear of Sidney Waitz?"

Again, Carlson nodded, remembering the world renowned Zionist. His death several years ago had been a shock to many. He had helped Shimon Erem establish the first Nazi-hunter group and had been active in America for years working for peace in the Middle East.

"He was my grandfather. His entire family was taken to Bergen-Belsen the night of Kristalnacht while he was not home. He was lucky. He was a member of the resistance and was able to be smuggled out of Germany and into England. He then went to Poland and worked there as a freedom fighter and smuggler, helping to supply the Zionists with guns and other necessities. After the war he went to Israel to help establish a Jewish state. That's where he met my grandmother. They moved to America to do more work in the 1960's. My father was 5 when they moved here." Throughout the story Jamie had relaxed a bit, his tone almost conversational. "Now, do I not have a right to wear this?" his voice like cold, unyielding steel.

Carlson looked at his student dumbfounded. Never had he thought that he had a history like this. Every time he learned something new it was like peeling back a thin layer of onion, knowing there was much more underneath, but he was never sure exactly how big the onion was.

Day of judgment, god is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
Oh lord, yeah

"Go." Carlson uttered, feeling ashamed of his actions.

A/N: I made up Sidney Waitz, but Shimon Erem is a real man that I have had the honor to hear speak and meet. He was used in this fic with only the utmost respect. He did establish the first Nazi hunter group after WWII and is very involved with pro Israel-Palestinian relations.
Zionist: pro Israel (aka Jews)
Bergen-Belsen: Nazi death camp, only slightly less notorious than Auschwitz.
Kristalnacht: German meaning 'Night of Glass', the night many Nazi's went and destroyed anything owned by Jews and rounded them up to be taken to the concentration camps.