We Made the Move: Zed and Aahz
A few years ago, my father started listening to a radio show called Free Talk Live. I was 13 or so, and politics was something I never thought about. I knew who the president was and what school taught us about voting Republican or Democrat, but that was about it. My dad had always told me he was an anarchist and that meant he didn't believe in government. My mother worked with the state police department and I didn't understand how he could want her to be out of a job. How could he not want police? They keep us safe! After opening my eyes, things changed a lot.
Dad started talking to me about things he heard on Free Talk Live, asking thought-provoking questions like, “without government, who will build the roads?” I guess I had never realized before that taxes were stolen money, and although schools, food for unemployed neighbors, and roads were important, this was not the way to go about it.
My father had decided that when I was 18, he'd move to New Hampshire to join the fight for personal freedom and less government intervention in daily life. We started following stories of some liberty activists and I was outraged every time someone was arrested for a victimless crime. Even at 16, I wanted to do something to help. When I heard about the Bartholomew case and trial, it was time for me to take a stand.
The Bartholomew brothers, founders of Good Men Do Something, were arrested while holding a sign that said “Taxes = Theft” and wearing Guy Fawkes masks. Facing a misdemeanor for resisting/obstructing, their trial was only two hours away from us, so the next day Dad and I drove up and got a motel, ready to support these men we had never met but with whom we wholeheartedly agreed.
This was my first time observing a jury trial and seeing how the California court system worked. It was also my first time around any number of liberty activists. I can say confidently, I felt at home and I realized California was not the place for me to be. I didn't want to grow up there anymore. I wanted out. Now. After a two-day trial, Dad and I were driving home and in the car I blurted out, “I think it's time to move.” He was confused. I had never expressed an interest in moving to New Hampshire and it seemed quite random to him. We didn't talk about it much that day. He wanted me to think for a few days about what I'd be leaving behind and make sure I wasn't deciding on a cross-country move in the heat of the moment. It was definitely what I wanted.
Two months later, we had rented an apartment from a fellow liberty activist, shipped 22 boxes of our belongings away, hugged our family and friends goodbye and were on our way. Three weeks were spent on the road, traveling the country. We went on a showboat and a zip line and stopped at every little tourist trap we could find. We even went to a huge glass restaurant lined with hundreds of different sodas for purchase, and a 66-foot pop bottle out front!
July 3rd was the day we finally crossed into New Hampshire. We stopped in Keene and met some activists before making our way to our new apartment. By waking up in New Hampshire for the first time on July 4th, we were celebrating a true Independence Day! It felt good to be home.
Since then, I've jumped into many groups and done much activism. After noticing a hole in the liberty media market, I started PorcTeens, the only liberty-oriented podcast for teens, by teens. Dad and I have gone to several trials including Ademo's wiretapping trial, and participated in Shire Sharing’s Thanksgiving Basket Brigade for the first time. I'm so glad I made the move and that I made it when I did. This is where I belong, and I'm not going anywhere.