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75

Redheads

Anonymous

Activist Fighters

(RAAF)

didn’t support ‘The Cause’.

That day, members of the RAAF began to pile into Wallace’s

garage. He waited until all were seated until the meeting officially

began.

‘Welcome. It’s good to see you all here.’ He clapped his hands

together. ‘As we know, January has just shy of two weeks left. What

important day is coming up soon?’

Nobody put much thought into Wallace’s rhetorical questions.

Most people had no clue what he was on about; they were only there

for the food, and a chance to complain.

‘That’s right: Australia Day. But how is this any time to be proud?

Our country is in shame. How can this nation stand for the

systematic oppression of those who bare the reddest hair?’

The crowd let out angry murmurs of agreement. The buzz left

him feeling slightly breathless. He considered taking a puff from the

asthma inhaler in his pocket, but he didn’t want to seem weak in

front of the people who admired him so.

‘But we are fighters for our people.’ His eyes shone beneath his

pale brows. ‘We will bring our force to power. We will rise against

those undignified blondes and brunettes! They may be celebrating

the day of Federation, but what’s the truth? We bring the truth! We

bring the Rederation!’

‘Rederation!’ The audience cheered in unison, some with raised

fists. ‘Down with The Building! Long live the Ginger!’

After the cheering subsided, the troop discussed their plan of

attack. It was beautiful inWallace’s eyes. It took months to formulate,

but the guerrilla gang all put their orange tufted heads together for

the ultimate plot of political anarchy. The paintball guns were

stacked in Wallace’s room, awaiting their chance to serve ‘The

Cause’. At the strike of midnight on the 26th, they would open fire

at The Building, that horrible place which represented the

discrimination of his people. The red paint would splatter the

outside walls and deliver the message to the evil forces inside:

‘Rederation is here!’

They would rise up against the odds. The Building would fall,

along with the offensive prejudice against redheads in Australia. A

new era of Rederation would begin. Wallace was sure of it.

The others? Not so much.

Wallace had considered giving each member a balaclava, but then

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