The Librarian…2

“I’m glad to see so many of you here,” said the Librarian, looking at the sea of female faces in front of her.  “Did you bring your crowbars?”

YES!” they shouted, in one voice, holding up their crowbars.

“I think it’s time we take back not only the night, but the day as well,” she said.  “Aren’t you sick of men keeping you prisoners in your own lives?”

A cheer went up from the crowd.

“So, here’s the plan.”

“I have a question,” said one woman in the front row.


“How many times can we hit them?”

“I’ll get to that in a few minutes,” said the Librarian, smiling.  “I like women who think ahead.”

There were smiles all around.

“The campus is so dangerous, that if one of you has a late class, or stays in the library until after dark, you are expected to call for someone to walk you home.”

“Yeah, we have to call MEN to protect us from other MEN!”

“I know,” said the Librarian, that’s why I want to organize women to pick up other women from wherever they are.  You’ll need to choose a main source and give her phone numbers.  If a woman needs to get home, four other women will get her and take her safely to her dorm,  Now, before you say anything, I KNOW women shouldn’t have to be afraid to walk home alone.  I KNOW that what we are doing isn’t a SOLUTION, but a BANDAID.  But it’s where we have to begin.  And we don’t want to actually…mmmm…kill any of the boys, just incapacitate them, maybe for a really long time.”

“I want to kill them,” said a woman, holding her crowbar with both hands.  “I really do.”

Laughter rippled through the crowd.

“I think we should pick a night to tell our stories.  It will be therapeutic, as well as inspiring, if you know what I mean.”

“For those of you who feel uncomfortable carrying a crowbar, you can use a baseball bat, umbrella, reinforced, of course, or any other weapon you think would work for you.  I’ll teach you how to fight.  The thing to remember is the side of your hand, hitting them in the right place on their throat, will put them down.  Make sure they stay down, until you can get away.”

“Excuse me,” said Mr. Waters.  “The Dean want’s to see you in his office, Librarian.”

“Tell him I’m busy.”

“He wants to see you now.”

“So,” said the Librarian, to the crowd.

“You can’t just do whatever you like, Librarian.  You don’t run things around here.  I hope he fires you,” said Mr. Waters, who quickly turned and left the room when the growling from the women became too loud to be heard.  Besides, he was afraid.  Which, after all, was the whole point of the meeting.”

“See what women who band together can do?” laughed the Librarian.

“Can you be fired for helping us?”

“Anyone can be let go for any reason but that doesn’t mean we should do as we’re told.  Don’t worry about it.  I am the Librarian, after all.”

Applause, followed by a chant:  LIBRARIAN, LIBRARIAN, LIBRARIAN!

“Thank you, but that’s completely unnecessary.  “We will meet once a week…”

“Twice,” yelled a woman in the back.  Twice.”

“Everyone shouted, TWICE.”

“We’ll meet twice a week.  I’ll let you know where.  We’ll need more room and we’ll change our meeting place each time.  Now, watch each other’s back and set up your teams to help those who need help.  Get a phone tree set up and if you’re in a co-ed dorm, don’t go to the bathroom alone, day or night.  Take a friend, or two.  And NEVER go anywhere unarmed.”

Cheers went up, as the Librarian stepped off the platform.  It was a beginning.


“You wanted to see me, Dean?”

“Sit down, Librarian.”

“Sure,” she said, slouching in the chair, her legs stretched out in front of her.”

“Are you forming a group on campus?”


“You’re not teaching anyone to fight?”

“Why would I do that?”

“So, the information I received…is false.”

“Most definitely.”

“You’re lying, Librarian.”

“Okay.  Whatever you say, you are the Dean, after all.”

“What’s going on?”

“Women are being brutalized on this campus and you’re not doing a thing to stop it.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yes.  It is.  Now, if that’s all, I have things to do, so have a good night.”


The Librarian chuckled as she walked out.



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2 Responses to The Librarian…2

  1. Resa says:

    Lol, it figures you would pick a book worm to be a hero!! Love it!

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