I’m the Merritt born in 1960 who has been living in 2024, but who shifted time back to 1880 and swapped places with the Merritt living here. This is his journal.
After the shift, Kent found me, then we rounded up Shay, Addison, and Jacob and all convened at my house where Hannah, Emma, and Devon were waiting.
Within an hour, two men who didn’t know each other showed up: Tom Jenkins who runs the theater and Will Robertson who is a building—mostly stores and shops. They had each received a telegram from the Western Union office (where the 1880 version of Jacob Brown works).
They had very serious messages and a lot of questions.
Let me say this… Almost nothing about this experience is light or fun. Except Addison. She shifted into a man’s body, and she has—I think—intentionally been funny about her change.
About using the bathroom, she… he said, “Um… I’m supposed to… hold it? No, no… I’ll… sit… I’ll just sit.”
She’s had comments while standing or trying to sit about a sensitive matter I call “front end alignment.” I’ll leave it at that.
Nothing else has been fun… or funny. Thankfully, Emma (born 1861) shifted back with us, or we’d be in the dark with no way to cook… Well… we might have managed to light a lamp.
So, Tom and Will showed up with telegrams and a lot of questions. I’ll spare the very long conversation and get to Will’s conclusion.
“Well, as incredulous as all this is, the matter in Grand Junction is pressing. A man found innocent by a jury is going to be lynched if you don’t do something.”
In a nutshell, a black man passing through Grand Junction on his way to Vicksburg was seen on a street near a house where a white woman had been killed in her bed and assumed to have been raped. He was changing to a train that went to Vicksburg. The trial had exonerated him. Some men didn’t agree and had planned a lynching.
According to the telegram… We think it came from Benevolence Worldwide in St. Louis.
We have a plan.
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