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Inside the QAnon Cult That Believes JFK Is About to Return
It was 2 a.m. on November 1 when Maureen McNamara realized that something wasn’t right.She had spent every waking hour of the past two weeks organizing a list of hundreds of QAnon supporters who were traveling to Dallas to see the resurrection of JFK, based solely on the predictions of one man, Michael Brian Protzman.
McNamara, along with hundreds of Protzman’s other followers, had been camped out in AT&T Plaza in downtown Dallas for up to nine hours at this point, and her patience was wearing thin.
“There were children sleeping on that ground,’ McNamara told VICE News. “There were elderly people, there were people with walkers, people with canes, people that were in pain, in a lot of pain.”
For hours, the crowd had been told that the big reveal was coming. There were whispered rumors about a house that would accommodate thousands of people that would become the “new White House.” Then a rumor made its way through the crowd that someone was about to appear in the windows of one of the hotels that overlook AT&T Plaza, with everyone from Princess Diana to JFK Jr. rumored to be appearing.
No one appeared, but then Protzman started to shout at everyone to turn off their phones and put them away, that something was about to happen. He told everyone to push back against the walls of the plaza and get ready. He stood three feet away from McNamara and told her:
“Don't worry, you have the best viewing position there is, you won't miss a thing. You won't miss a thing. Keep your eyes open. You're right where you need to be right now.”
But again, nothing happened. Then, suddenly, everyone was racing toward a small group of Protzman’s closest advisers. McNamara wondered if something was finally happening. But when she got through the crowd, she saw that all that was happening was that everyone was being given a T-shirt with Protzman’s online alias, Negative48, printed on it.
“Everybody's scrambling to get one, like we flew all the way to Dallas and stood around for 16 hours so we could have a T-shirt,” McNamara said.
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“He's acting like he's Jesus Christ with his disciples. Everywhere he went, there was this little group around him kissing this ring.”
And yet, she shelled out hundreds of dollars to go to a Rolling Stones concert that Protzman told everyone would be where JFK would finally appear.
“I was never a fan of the Rolling Stones, I had no intention of going there. But then last minute, everyone's saying you got to be there, you got to be there. And so I spent $300 on tickets and it was raw and rainy and cold and miserable.”
At that point, McNamara was done and began calling out Protzman for his empty promises. She was joined by some others, but many remained loyal, and “that is when the entire group just started turning on each other and it was ugly.”