It was a beautiful day in June about 3 years ago. I was on the train heading home from a great weekend visiting with a friend in Chicago and taking in the sights. My cell phone rang, and it was my neighbor. She asked me when I would be home, as 2 FBI agents were looking for me.
My stress level went through the roof! I went over and over again in my mind what they could possible want. I was a good, law abiding citizen! With some trepidation, I called the number on the card they left when I got home.
Shortly thereafter 2 agents in suits appeared at my door. I did not let them in. First I asked them for identification. I told them their FBI ID cards could be bought on the internet. I told the same thing about their badges. Finally they gave me a card for their Chicago FBI office and the name of their supervisor. I called the number. They answered FBI offices of Chicago. I asked for the supervisor. Said he was out. Then I asked for one of the agents at my door. They said he was out. I said out doing what. They would not tell me, obviously. I said I was going to call the police as I didn’t believe these guys were agents. In the next minute or so, the supervisor called me back. These guys were legit.
Now that I vetted them, it was time to get down to business. The lead agent said he was sorry to inform me that I was on the ISIS Civilian Kill List. What?
They explained to me that in order to become a member of ISIS, you must kill an Infidel to get your jihad. An Infidel is a Christian, like me. So they published a Civilian Kill List for the United States lone wolf who wants to become a member of this illustrious group.
By this time I am envisioning running down my street with a crazed kid after me with a butcher knife so he could behead me in public. Yikes!
Why was I on this list? They could not say why, but that Quantico was analyzing the data, and they would let me know if they found anything. My name and address was on the list, along with about a hundred other people. They needed to find a common thread.
After I asked about a million questions, they told me I should: get an alarm system, get a dog, get a gun, tell my family and friends and neighbors etc. Be aware of my surroundings at all times.
Was I really in danger? Is someone going come and kill me, in Antioch IL? They didn’t know. It was their responsibility to inform me of the situation. They had already informed the Lake County Sheriff about the situation, and they were going to add patrols to my neighborhood. Crikey!
After they left, I sat in shock for awhile. Then I got in my car and drove to Red Dot Arms. When I explained the situation to them, they really got excited. They live for this kind of stuff! They are all armed to the teeth. Anyway, they spent a lot of time with me picking out a hand gun for me and showing me the basics. They let me shoot it, and I wasn’t a fan. But I bought the gun. They literally wanted me to buy tear gas and shotguns and all kinds of rigmarole. Geez! I thought they were going to move in with me so they could get the chance to shoot a real bad guy! (Trust me, I thought about it!)
Then I went and told my family, all of who live in my neighborhood. They did not believe a word I said. They said I was making up this story, for attention. Like, what would they want with an old lady from Antioch? Exactly.
It was Red Dot Arms that broke the case open. They were called by several other people, who were also on my list! These other people had gone on a church trip to Israel. They had a Palestine guide, who apparently sold their church list to ISIS. ISIS then filled out the list with random members of other Christian churches.
I called the FBI to let them know. They were on the case too, and had come up with the same conclusion. They came back out to talk to me, to calm me down.
So. I got a deadbolt and started locking my door. I told my Ozzy cat he was now the official guard dog. I told my friends and other neighbors etc. I started looking over my shoulder.
It was not the best summer after that. I would practice how fast I could get my gun out of my safe, slap the cartridge in, and be ready to fire. It took 6 seconds. I would be dead by then, but was scared to keep my gun loaded and under my pillow or something.
I was scared of my gun, so I took a CCL class. Didn’t help me overcome my fear. My arthritis prevents me from firing the gun like a pro. I have not used my gun since that class, three years ago.
Time has passed. Nobody has shown up yet. I am thinking they won’t. ISIS is so last year. At least I hope so.
I am no longer afraid of ISIS. Now I am afraid of a mass shooter showing up at my school, or Wal-mart or church. A domestic terrorist, home grown right here in the good old USA. The chances of that happening to me are much better.
Kinda sad, huh? Oh and if you dont believe my story either, here is a post from 2016 about civilian kill lists.