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This is why records matter, and why opposition to authoritarian censorship matters. Historians looking at contemporaneous accounts of 2020 will be hard-pressed not to come to the conclusions the favored narrative, shamefully supported by Legacy Media and Big Tech, wishes.

This brought a smile to my face, remembering the most astounding conversation in my life. It was 1991, I was on contract to the US military to write the Area Handbook on the newly-independent Republic of the Marshall Islands, whose 20th Century history was a real-world game of hide-the-clue. It had been part of the U.S. Trust Territory of the Pacific, along with most of the rest of the islands and now-independent countries in the area. Previous ruler was Japan; before Japan, Germany. I needed access to the German colonial records, which were housed at the Library of the Community College of Micronesia, on Pohnpei, part of the Federated States of Micronesia.

On arrival I sought out the Librarian, Iris Falcum. She denied me access to the records because they had never been indexed. I asked her to teach me how to index them, and promised to do so for every record I touched. I apparently was the only German speaker within a thousand miles. I spent a week in the library, at the end of which I asked Iris if she would allow me to take her to lunch at the best restaurant open during the day. She asked if her husband could join us; I said yes. Courtesy demanded I engage with him.

His name was Leo Falcum. He knew everything about Pohnpei. I don't mean sound bites or superficial knowledge, he knew more about his homeland than anyone I had ever met knew about hers or his. Details of history, mythology, government, medicine, magic, religion, Nan Madol (a largely-unexplored inexplicable ancient city), and everything else. Two hours after we sat Iris left to return to work. Leo and I talked on, I asked about rule and law pre-Colonial period. There were twelve clans, each with a Chief. The twelve Chiefs elected an Emperor for life, called the Luc Pohnpei. No honors attach to the Luc's relatives.

Finally, I asked. "What do you do?"

He replied, "I'm the Emperor."

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