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CHAPTER 9

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Once the decision was made to go all the way to a congressional hearing with this, I figured the safest way to proceed would be by covering our own ass’s right from the start.  So the first thing we did was have numerous copies made of all the documented proof I had obtained over the years, which collaborated my allegations.  Once that was completed, we calculated the time we could have each copy simultaneously hand delivered to their destinations and came up with 7:00 pm.  Each copy was then sealed in separate briefcases and by 1:10 pm on their way out of our office by individual couriers.  As soon as word reached us that each courier was safely in the air and on their way to their prospective recipients, I called for a press conference to be held at Powers Inc. for precisely 7:00 pm that evening.  The rest of that afternoon was spent frantically brainstorming over how to present my case to the American public, without appearing guilty myself. 

At that point, Tom convinced me that I would have to alter my story just a bit to cover up the reason I chose to release this information the first time which happened to be the same day of my Wall Street incident in order to protect myself and my family.  Otherwise I stood to incriminate myself for ‘Insider Trading.’  After reluctantly agreeing it was time to put our story together.

It was only two minutes before confronting a conference room full of reporters, which I realized by sheer coincidence our 7:00 pm news conference just happened to correspond with the major networks national news broadcasts.  So when I stood before those reporters and their cameras, I knew once I started speaking, they would have my image beaming live into the living rooms of the entire nation.  That knowledge caused my voice to crack as I said, "Good evening' {cough!}  Please excuse me.”  I cleared my voice, smiled and continued, "Let me try that again."

With that, a friendly laughter filled the room which immediately caused me to relax, just enough to proceed with confidence as I said, "First, I'd like to thank you all for coming and I promise this won’t be boring.  Next, I respectfully request you refrain from all questions or outbursts, until I have completed my entire statement.”  I stopped for a sip of water then continued, "Now that, that’s out of the way we may begin.  As I speak there will be copies of documents passed out to each one of you.  These copies are exact duplicates of files, which have been sent to the President and the heads of the FBI and CIA.  These files hold documented proof of the allegation I am about to make of conspiracy and treason, against our nation by top officials of our own government."

Instantly the room became filled with shouts of questions from the shocked reporters as they all scrambled to be the first to go live.  Once I regained control of the press conference, I continued by saying, "If you will recall, on November 14, 1981, there was a congressional hearing called to investigate the current Republican Vice Presidential Candidate, Republican Majority Leader, Senator Lee Bradford.  This investigation was ordered by the Ways and Means Committee six-months after Senator Edward Kenney, made allegations of a conspiracy between the then, Head of NASA, Dan Pigeon and the President of Bradford Computers, Lee Bradford. 

The charges alleged that the current Republican Presidential Candidate and Former vice-president Dan Pigeon, had conspired with Lee Bradford for financial kickbacks, before ever awarding the entire computer manufacturing contract, for the space shuttle to Bradford Computers.  Bradford Computers was awarded this astounding, one hundred billion-dollar, government project in 1975, and since Senator Bradford once worked for NASA as one of the main designers on NASA's own computer programs, Senator Kenney had many questions he wanted answered, concerning possible improprieties. 

In an attempt to head off an investigation, Dan Pigeon still heading NASA at the time, then canceled the Bradford Computers contract and awarded it to Peach Computers and Victory Technologies.  At the time Senator Kenney made his accusations, I was married to Senator Bradford and knowing him, I did not believe it possible for him to be involved in a conspiracy.  However, because Lee Bradford miscalculated the response of his fellow Senate members, I discovered differently.

Since the contract between NASA and Bradford Computers had been canceled, Lee never expected a congressional hearing to be called; thus, when it did it caught him off guard.  Fortunately for the Senator, news of the hearing came to his attention the night before it was made public.  He was informed that a Federal Marshal was to arrive at 8:00 am the following morning to seize all of Bradford's business and personal financial records.  That very night certain documents, along with a computer disc belonging to my now ex-husband Senator Lee Bradford, came into my possession.  Lee told me the documents were for a secret new computer he was designing and he asked me to keep them in hiding until he needed them.  I did as he asked and after he was cleared of all charges from the Congressional Hearing, he asked for them back.  I thought it odd and I became concerned I may have inadvertently helped conceal evidence of a crime, so I made copies of everything before returning them to Bradford.  I had no idea what these documents contained, because they were in a seemingly undetectable computer generated code, but I knew I had to decode the message if I was ever to know the truth.”

With that I thought, ‘Lord, forgive me,’ as I proceeded to lie through my teeth to cover my ass.  I honestly had no idea what the code meant until I finally deciphered the first line which was simply one word, Christina.  When I loaded the disc and typed my own name into my computer, I found myself entering NASA's top secret main computer through a built in back door.  This discovery was made on December 1, 1988, when I obtained ownership of Bradford Computers.  The following day I informed Senator Kenney of my discovery.  He immediately called for a second Congressional Investigation of Senator Bradford, only this time it was on charges of treason and espionage.  Before I could get copies of these documents and the disc to Senator Kenney, I was nearly killed by a gunshot wound.  The investigation was then placed on hold, until I was well enough to come forward with my evidence.  Only the very night I was released from the hospital, I was requested by the then, newly elected President George Rush, to turn the evidence I had over to him.  He informed me the information I had would become a threat to national security if it was made public.  He wanted me to turn the true documents over to him and turn a phony set of documents over to Senator Kenney.  I did as the President requested and gave him what he believed was the only copy of these documents and the disc in existence.  Then I turned the phony documents over to Senator Kenney and the following day Senator Bradford was once again cleared of all charges. 

After turning the evidence over to the President I never mentioned it again.  I decided instead to begin doing some very subtle investigating of my own.  I then acquired the assistance of my attorney Tom Davies, who for the last eight years persistently gathered the puzzle pieces to what was clearly unfolding into some sort of political conspiracy.  Then at 10:00 am this very morning the puzzle was finally completed, and I understood the gravity of the crime committed against our nation and her people.  The folders you have received contain dated, documented proof of a conspiracy which spans three decades.  It began in 1972, when President Richard N. Bixion signed an Executive Order that officially started NASA's Space Shuttle Project.  He then appointed his nephew Dan Pigeon who had just graduated from Yale University, to head NASA's new Space Shuttle Project.  Once settled into his appointed position, Dan recruited a brilliant young computer scientist, who also recently graduated from Yale, for a top position on NASA's new computer design team.  That young man was Lee Bradford and the team which Bradford headed only six months after joining NASA, was given the mission of upgrading NASA's entire computer network.  This team then built the computer and the program which enabled NASA's computers to create a precise computerized design of the spacecraft, needed for the President’s new Space Shuttle Project. 

The upgrades of NASA's computers were completed on September 10, 1973, and work on the computer design for NASA's new Space Shuttle began two days later.  NASA records show the computer design for the new spacecraft was completed by the same group of NASA Scientists, headed by Lee Bradford in December of ‘74.  Shortly after, in January of ‘75, Lee Bradford resigned from NASA and immediately established Bradford Computers Incorporated.  Then in June of ‘75, NASA began awarding contracts to build the new Space Shuttle.  That’s when Bradford Computers received a twenty-year, one-hundred-billion-dollar government contract to build all the computers NASA would need for its Space Shuttle Program; thus, in one day, turning Bradford Computers into the largest computer manufacturer on the face of the earth.  

My next astonishing discovery came upon the examination of every aspect of Bradford Computers.  For the six years that Bradford Computers held NASA's shuttle account, the company was purchasing all the electrical components for the computers from Westly Electronics.  Then I find out Westly Electronics was a front corporation actually owned by Dan Pigeon himself. 

Needless to say, both men made a fortune between the years of 1975, and 1981.  But that all came to an end the moment Senator Kenney called for a Congressional Investigation.  Only their greed didn't stop there, because Bradford and Pigeon were not about to give up their lucrative arrangement that easily.  So they had to devise a way around Congress before an investigation could be voted on.  Once they decided on a course of action they had vice-president George Rush delay the vote for the 1981 hearing, while Pigeon and Bradford publicly cancelled the contract between NASA and Bradford Computers, stating: ‘The fact that Senator Bradford was a former employee of NASA was simply an oversight on NASA's part.’

While this was being done publicly, Lee Bradford, who was the top computer scientist in the field at the time, was secretly slipping into NASA's mainframe through his own private back door.  Once in NASA's computers, he planted a virus which would without detection, slowly disable every computer system for the Shuttle Project that was not manufactured by Bradford Computers.  His next move was to switch the computer design for the O-rings on the shuttle's solid rocket boosters, with a flawed design.  He knew under the right conditions of cold weather during a launch, the flawed O-ring design would fail, allowing hot gasses to leak out of the boosters through the joints.  Flames from within the booster would then be able to stream past the failed seals, causing the spacecraft to disintegrate into a ball of fire.  From that point on, they sat by watching and waiting, as time after time NASA suffered numerous computer system delays and shutdowns.  Then on January 28, 1986, their waiting ended with the Challenger Disaster. 

After the Challenger, all shuttle missions were halted, while a special commission appointed by then, President Feagan determined the cause of the accident.  The commission which was also headed by Senator Lee Bradford said, ‘NASA's decision to launch the shuttle was flawed, due to an inferior computer monitoring system.  The system failed to alert top-level decision-makers, of problems with the joints and O-rings, or the possible damaging effects of cold weather on them both.’

After that Shuttle Designers, with help from Bradford Computers, made several technical modifications, including an improved O-ring design and the addition of a crew bail-out system.  The commission's findings then helped justify Dan Pigeon's decision in May of `87, to once again award Bradford Computers the entire shuttle contract.  After discovering all this, I realized the only reason George Rush wanted to conceal this crime, was simply to cover his own back.  He knew if his vice-presidential choice was caught up in a conspiracy against NASA, it would have crippled his administration before he was even sworn into office.

Now, if you will compare the O-ring design which is dated Jan 15, 1979, which I received from Lee Bradford in `81, to the design which the Commission headed by Lee Bradford submitted to NASA after the Challenger Disaster, you will find they are one and the same.  My Fellow Americans, all the evidence I've presented is why I am now publicly accusing Senator Lee Bradford and Former Vice President Dan Pigeon, of the calculated destruction of the Challenger Spacecraft and the cold blooded murder of the Challenger’s seven member crew."

From that moment on, we were plunged into a four-month nightmare which nearly consumed our every thought, as we were deluged with questions on a daily basis.  It was awful!  Between the White House, the FBI, the CIA and Congress, I was going nuts.  But worst of all were the press, for they were ruthless with their persistent questioning.  The world's eyes were on us with such intensity that it was impossible to shield Taylor from the madness.  Finally at 2:00 pm on November 3, 1996, the whole unbelievable ordeal came to an end with the sentencing of Lee Bradford and Dan Pigeon to ‘life without parole’.  As we made our way from the courthouse to the limo after the sentencing that day, we were swamped by the press and their questions as they shouted, "Christina!  Are you satisfied with the verdict?"

I knew I had to respond to their questions so I stopped and said, "I am pleased with the verdict, but at the same time dismayed with the reality that trusted leaders of our nation could actually perpetrate such a violent act, for the purpose of financial gain."

Then came the next question, "Christina, what are your views of the new Republican Presidential Candidate, Senator Zole?"

I smiled as I replied, "I haven't had the time to see where he stands on the issues as of yet, so I don't feel I'm adequately informed to answer that question fairly."

I pointed for the next question, "Christina, with the election only a few days away, how would you rate the current Administration’s accomplishments?"

With a disappointed tone I replied, "I'd feel much more confident in their ability to get things done, if I saw a little less rhetoric and a lot more action.  The fact there is still no Comprehensive National Health Care Program, or how quickly the President folded on the issue of ‘Gays in The Military’ leaves me disillusioned, to say the least."

The young reporter was swift with his follow-up, "Well, then how do you feel about the independent party’s candidate?"

I nearly laughed at that one, but I managed to keep it to a smile as I replied, "The concept of running our nation as a business is just the kind of radical change I believe our nation needs, but I think we should have someone a little more stable to implement such a dramatic overhaul of our government."

"That's quite a controversial statement," the reporter stated.  "Especially since Mr. Proeat has already proven his ability as a successful business man?"

"Maybe so, but you asked for my opinion and I gave it to you."

"Are you saying you could do better?"  He quickly replied.

I answered with an air of confidence, "Without a doubt!  Now it's already been a long day so I'll take only one more question."

"Christina, if you can't find one virtue among the field of candidates; then, why don't you consider running for office yourself?"

That’s when I started laughing as I answered, "I have enough to do already with raising a four year old, BUT I'LL THINK ABOUT IT."

CHAPTER 10

 

 

 

 

 

We thought once the verdict was in we’d go back to our secluded lives, so immediately after that interview we left Washington, D.C., and headed for our home on the Powers Complex in Milton, N.Y.  From there our plans were to wait a few weeks for things to cool down, and then sneak back to our mountain hideaway; except once again fate stepped in with her impeccable timing and changed our plans completely. 

For you see the day after the trial ended, just happened to be November 4, Election Day 1996.  That morning as Jimmy, Michael and I read the papers over breakfast; we were actually amazed by what we read.  The front page headlines hardly had anything to do with the election at all.  It seemed the whole world was so consumed with the trial, the verdict, and my participation in both, that it became the story everyone wanted to read about.  Of course the headlines featured ‘little old me’ as a national hero, with captions like the New York Times ran, "Christina Powers topples corrupt government officials with her own style of justice."  It went on to read, “Then she says she is contemplating running for the White House herself in the year 2000!”  Or like the one the Post ran, "After exposing the crime of the millennium Christina Powers answers, ‘Without a doubt.’ when asked if she could do a better job heading our nation than the current Presidential candidates.”

I could see by the look on Michael's face he was not pleased with the headlines insinuating that I may run for President in 2000, but he let it pass without even one comment. 

That was until Jimmy looked at me with excitement on his face, in his eyes, and radiating from his voice as he asked, "Christina are you really thinking of running for the White House in 2000?"

"No!”  Michael answered sharply.  "She has no plans to run for the Presidency.  The press took her statement out of context, that's all.”  Then he looked at me with concern in his eyes and asked me point blank, "You’re not really thinking about running are you?" 

I answered with a reassuring smile, "No, Michael, I'm not.  I have more than enough to do just taking care of you and Taylor, so I sure don't need to add running for President to my list of things to do." 

Jimmy obviously didn't sense Michael's irritation to the subject when he popped out with, "But just think Christina.  You could be the first woman President of the United States.  I know you would make a great President and look at all the opportunities you would have to make life better for all Americans."

Again, Michael answered for me with, "Jimmy, did you or didn’t you hear her just say no?"

“Yes, but…" Jimmy tried to answer again.

Michael trying to put an end to the discussion said, "I don't want to hear another word about Christina running for the White House.  You got that, Jimmy?"

I think Jimmy got the picture when he snapped ‘that wrist’ at Michael and said, "Well, you don't have to get nasty about it, Michael.  I was only trying to say I think Christina would make a great President, that's all."

"You’re right Jimmy, she would be an excellent President, but she's still not running."

At that point the conversation was dropped, but little did we know it wasn’t going to be the end of the subject, for later on that morning when we went to our local firehouse in Milton to vote, there was a large banner stretched across the front of the building which read, "Christina Powers for President in 2000!" 

There was also a large group of reporters just waiting for our arrival, and the first question asked was, "Christina, are you going to run for the Presidency in the year 2000?"

I replied with complete sincerity, "I have no intentions of running for the White House, so I'm afraid there's no story here guys."

We voted, and then headed back to the limo, and on our way home Michael took my hand in his and said, "Punkie, this is starting to concern me.  I know you have a way of getting caught up in things, but this is the Presidency of the United States we’re talking about.  Do you realize how something like this could change our lives forever?"

I kissed his cheek softly and answered, "Yes, honey, I do realize what it would do to our lives and Taylor's.  That’s why you have my word, I will never run for the White House and I promise you, so please try not to worry about it anymore.  All right?"

He kissed my hand and with a sense of relief said, "I'm so glad to hear you say that."

Just then, my cell phone rang and I answered by saying, "Hi, how's Taylor?”  Fully expecting to hear Jimmy's voice and instead I heard,

"You go, girlfriend!"

"Barbara, is that you?”  I asked, pleasantly surprised. 

"Of course it’s me, sister."  She answered with excitement.  "I just heard you’re going to run for the White House in 2000, and I want you to know I will back you all the way."

"Barbara," I tried to interrupt. 

"Christina, you know I'm the President of the League of Women Voters and I promise you, I will start a grass roots’ movement right now to get your name on the ballot as the Independent Party's nominee for President in 2000."

"But Barbara!”  I tried again. 

Oh my God, I'm so excited.  I can't believe this.  It's like a dream come true for me.  Christina, I'm flying in tonight so expect me for dinner.  We need to talk, because I'm willing to grovel for a position on your cabinet.  Like maybe even vice-president."

I finally interrupted by shouting, “Slow down, Barbara!  Before you go tallying up the votes you need to know I'm not running for President.  I don't know where you heard I was, but it's not true."

"Please don't tell me that," Barbara whined.  "I was just about to orgasm, and you go and tell me it's not true."

"Sorry to burst your bubble baby, but there is no way I'm running for the White House."

With a saddened tone she replied, "Can't we even discuss this?"

"There's nothing to discuss Barbara.  I don't want to be President.  But you’re still more than welcomed to come for dinner."

"What?  It's been two years since I've seen my nephew; of course I'm still coming for dinner.  I should be there around 7:00 pm.  Oh shit, I have to run, I'm needed back on the set, but we’ll talk more when I see you tonight.  Ta ta for now, girlfriend, love ya."

"Love you too, Barbara."

Throughout my conversation Michael was listening intently, and when I placed the phone in its cradle he turned to me with a painful look on his face and said, "It's starting already, isn’t it?" 

At first I laughed, but Michael failed to see the humor in it so I smiled confidently and replied, "Barbara wants to be my running mate.  Can you believe this?  She said she’d love being vice-president, and has invited herself over for dinner this evening to talk to both of us about it." 

Michael shook his head, "That's just what I meant, before we know it, everyone and their brother is going to want you to run for President." 

I laughed again then said, "It’s only Barbara, Michael.  You know how radical she is, besides I've already put a stop to it so don't worry."

He kissed me and with a big smile said, "Don't worry, huh!  I've heard that before my love, and the more I hear you say it, the more I know there's something to worry about."

Laughing again I said, "You know you’re right!  Maybe we do have something to worry about."

"Just being married to you is enough to worry about, please don't give me any more grief!"  He exclaimed with a smile.

"You should worry, smart ass!”  I answered with a sexy wink, “I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you."

He playfully began to tickle me as he said, "You’re a pain in the tuckus, that's what you are, but you’re worth it."

CHAPTER 11

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We were laughing like two fools when James pulled the limo up to the front door of our Milton home.  As soon as we climbed out of the car, Jimmy came bursting out of the house with Taylor, and with the excitement of a school girl said, "You guys are not going to believe this, but Reverend Jessie Jensen called, and get this, he wants to speak with you about possibly joining your campaign!  Can you believe it, Jessie Jensen?  He's a legend in his own time, and he wants to join your campaign, Christina!  Girlfriend, doesn't that tell you something, like maybe you should at least think about it?  I took his number and told him I'd have you return his call as soon as you came in, so you need to call him right away Christina, he's waiting!"

I took Taylor out of Jimmy's over excited grasp and said, "You should have just told him it’s not true; then, I wouldn't have to call him at all now, would I?"  

Then I kissed Taylor and said, "Did you miss us, honey?"

"No Mom, I was playing with Meme."  He answered with a smile.  Then he cupped his little hands together and whispered in my ear, "Mom, are you going to be the President?"

I kissed his cheek as I chuckled, "No honey, I'm not going to be President."

He gave me one of his heartwarming smiles and said, "That’s good Mom, because I don't like it when you have to be away from me."

"Aaa honey, I love you and I don't like being away from you either baby.”  I answered lovingly.

"Ha, little man!"  Michael interrupted as he reached for Taylor, "Come over here and give your dad a huge hug."

Without warning Taylor leaped from my arms into Michael's and said, "Don't worry Dad, Mom's not going to be President, I am." 

Michael smiled at Taylor and replied, "That's great news, Taylor."  Then he looked at me as he continued, "And Mommy is going to call the reverend right now and tell him that, aren't you mom?"

I kissed both their cheeks and said, "I sure am, guys!"  And off I went.

Reverend Jensen was disappointed that I was not going to run for office, but he handled it gracefully.  Barbara on the other hand was far from graceful. 

She started in on us immediately after dinner that evening and when Michael and I outright refused to even discuss my running for office with her, she slapped her hand down on the table, and with frustration in her voice said, "Why are you both being so damned obstinate?  Can't you see you’re the perfect candidate?  Please guys, just listen to me for one minute, if not for your own sake, then Taylor's.  Christina, our world is in deep shit as we head into the twenty-first-century.  If we don't do something drastic to change things right now while we still have time; then, we might as well light a match to the dreams of our children. The earth won’t last other hundred-years, if the human race continues the course that we’re on."

"Ouch!”  I said interrupting.  "That was below the belt."

"You left me no choice, but to be blunt.”  She replied firmly.  “How else can I make you see how desperate the situation really is?"

"We know things aren't perfect in the world Barbara," Michael interrupted.  "But that doesn’t mean Christina has got to run for President in order to make a difference." 

Just then Taylor sat up and said, "Aunt Barbara, why do you think the world won’t last a hundred more years?"

Barbara smiled gently at Taylor, "That's a very good question, honey.  The reason I'm so concerned is because the human race as a whole is polluting our planet so much, scientists believe if we don't begin to take care of the earth and stop polluting it; then, the earth will no longer be able to sustain human life for another hundred years."

At that point I got up from my seat, "I think we've heard enough on this topic for tonight, besides it's Taylor's bedtime." Glancing over to Michael I continued, "Why don't you take everyone to the family room and check on the election results, while I get Taylor ready for bed."

He agreed and once Taylor completed his round of hugs and kisses we headed up for bed.

 

 

 

CHAPTER 12

 

 

 

 

 

 

Taylor was unusually quiet during his bath that evening, and every time I'd ask if there was something bothering him, he would slap my arm forcefully and say, "Just stop talking, Mom!" 

After the third slap, I figured I'd better stop talking before my arm turned black and blue.  I knew what he was upset over and I wanted to comfort him, but I also knew I couldn't force him to talk about it either.  So after his bath, I tried small talk, "How was your dinner, honey?”  For my efforts I received another slap.

"I said stop talking, Mom!"

"Hey, what do you think I am your punching bag?"  I caught the hint of a smile, so while he was trying to put on his PJ's, I tried a little tickling. 

He pushed me away and said, "Please stop, Mom," with such intensity I nearly started to cry for him right on the spot. 

I dropped my hands and said, "Aaa!  I'm sorry, honey.  I promise I'll stop talking right now." 

I said nothing more until he gave me a strange look and shouted, "Well, are you going to read my story tonight or do I have to do that for you too.”  I fought back my laughter and immediately started reading chapter six of, The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe.

After story time was over, Taylor looked up at me with sad eyes, quickly wrapped his precious little arms around my neck and said, "I love you, Mom!”  Then he laid his head on my breast and in a soft gentle tone asked, "Mom, what is pollution?"

Feeling relieved he was finally opening up, I smiled and lovingly answered, "Pollution is a foreign substance which can cause something clean like drinking water, to become impure and unsafe to drink.  It's usually a by-product of mankind’s own ingenuity, which simply means we create pollution ourselves."

Still wearing a sad face he again gazed into my eyes, and with a confused tone said, "I don't understand, Mom.  If pollution is really hurting the earth like Aunt Barbara says it is, then why does everyone continue to make pollution?" 

I held him tenderly as I tried to answer my four-year-old's seemingly innocent question, "It's a little complicated honey, and I don't know all the answers myself, but I'll try to explain it.  I think the biggest reason is because as individual nations, we really don't know how to live and compete in an industrialized world economy, without causing pollutants." 

He looked up at me with the expression of a little genius brainstorming and enthusiastically said, "I got it, Mom.  All we have to do is learn how to stop polluting ourselves; then, we can teach everyone else how."

I hugged and kissed him, then said, "That's a brilliant idea honey, and we can start working on the problem first thing in the morning if you’d like, but right now we need to say our prayers so you can get some sleep."

He kissed me, then we both knelt beside his bed and he said, "Dear God, please bless Mommy, Daddy, Nanny, Meme and the whole world.  And please help Mom and me learn how to stop polluting, so we can teach everyone else.  I love you God, and please bless Baby Jesus, too.  Amen."

I kissed his forehead as I tucked him into bed and said, "Goodnight sweetheart, and have only pleasant dreams my love."  Then, I began to softly sing a lullaby and as I watched my little angel drift off to sleep, I found myself feeling totally humbled by the innocence of this wondrous child's uncorrupted intelligence.

 

 

CHAPTER 13

 

 

 

 

 

 

Later on when I entered the living room everyone was glued to the TV as Dan Rather was tallying up the final numbers for the 1996 Presidential Vote. 

I quietly took a seat beside Michael and said, "Try to remind me later and I'll tell you what he said, he was so cute tonight."

Michael, smiled as he replied, “Isn’t he always?"

I nodded my head in agreement and asked, "Who's winning?"

"Dan's about to tell us now."  Barbara answered, as she turned up the volume on the TV's remote to hear Dan, say, "With all the votes in, it now appears that with 52% of the vote, Democratic President, Bill Baxter, will be staying in the White House for another four years.  I have a special note here tonight.  During our CBS voter poll we discovered that if Christina Powers had been in the race for the White House this evening, she would have swept the election with a whopping 68% of the vote.  Now that's a statistic I'm sure both political Party’s are going to have to take notice of."

Just then Barbara clicked off the set, turned to Michael and me, and said, "I told you!  For God sakes Michael, please talk some sense into this girl."

Michael shook his head and said, "Don't think I'm going to help you Barbara, I don't want her running for President any more than she does."

Barbara sighed in frustration as she said, "Can't you guys see how serious the world crisis really is right now?  Dammit guys, the human race is hurdling toward self-destruction and no one is really even willing to admit it, no less make the hard decisions which need to be made in order to solve the problem.  I'm telling both of you that if people like us, who have been given so much in this lifetime don't do something to stop the destruction of the human race; then, no one will, and one day it will all go up in flames."

With my own frustration I asked, "Well if you’re so sure things are all that bad, then why don't you run for President yourself?" 

Her eyes lit up as she replied, "I would in a heartbeat if I thought I could win, but even as popular with the public as I am, my name doesn't carry the clout yours does girlfriend.  Christina, the majority of Americans love and trust you, they've seen you in action and they know what you've accomplished.  They also know you’re respected and feared by the world’s leaders and that's something even our current President can't claim.  These are just some of the reasons why you would make a great President.  Christina, our nation needs the kind of strong leadership skills you alone possess."

"Barbara, please stop."  I interrupted. "I'm not running for President and that's final, but I will try to become more active in social programs, and I will be more vocal on environmental issues.  This I promise!"  On that note, we ended the conversation.

I've always called for strict environmental controls on all my corporate holdings.  But the next morning before I even served breakfast, I discovered that Taylor was determined to see just how well Powers Incorporated held up to his pollution test.  By the end of the day, we had gathered all the statistics needed to make a fair judgment on the clean-up performance of Power’s Incorporated, and according to Taylor, we failed miserably, even though we led the world’s industries in environmental improvements. 

His answer to the accomplishments of our overall improvements in reducing pollutants was, "We have to figure out how to stop all polluting right now Mom, or it's still going to kill our planet."

Once again I was amazed by his intellect and all I could say was, "You’re right honey, we do."

In response to my answer, he looked at Michael and I as he raised his hands to his cheeks and said, "How are we going to figure this one out, guy's?"

We all started to laugh and I answered, "I don't know honey, but I guess it's one we’ll all have to figure out together, won’t we?"

From that day on Michael and I set all the brawn and brains of Powers Incorporated into coming up with answers to our pollution questions.  I wanted documented proof of all known pollutants, their causes and their effects on our environment.  I also wanted solid solutions on how to stop the pollutants and reverse their environmental damage.  For the next two months while we were diving head-first into the environmental issues, we were also besieged by every special interest group across the nation, all wanting to support my candidacy for President.  I continued to gracefully decline all the support and after a while the clamor began to subside. 

Finally on March 1, 1997, we were able to quietly sneak back to our mountain hideaway.  With us we had six large boxes of pollution statistics to study.  Michael and I studied those statistics for the next two weeks with Taylor looking over our shoulders the entire time.  And the more we learned the clearer it became to the three of us that Barbara was right, we're in deep shit!

For the next few days we thought about what we had learned so far.