On Substack, Tom Kratman discusses the recent trial and sentencing of a group of Antifa terrorists:
On 4 July, 2025, a group of ANTIFA engaged in a baited ambush outside an ICE facility, using fireworks and various riotous behaviors to entice out some members of law enforcement and shooting one of those.
They were quickly identified, in anything from some hours to two days. Of the presumed eleven of them on site, ten were also arrested within two days. Only Benjamin Song, the ringleader, managed to evade arrest for a while. Song, however, was captured within eleven days. Of those who were not present at the site but were part of the conspiracy, all were arrested within a few weeks. The total number of defendants is twenty-two, but six of those, so far, face only state charges.
Seven of the sixteen have already made plea bargains. So much for revolutionary solidarity. These have not yet been sentenced, though sentences of up to fifteen years in the big house can be expected. Of the nine who have already been tried in federal court, eight have been sentenced and one is pending. The eight sentenced, and their sentences, are as follows:
- Benjamin Hanil Song: 100 years
- Maricela Rueda: 70 years.
- Cameron Arnold (aka Autumn Hill): 50 years.
- Savanna Batten: 50 years.
- Zachary Evetts: 50 years.
- Bradford Morris (aka Meagan Morris): 50 years.
- Elizabeth Soto: 50 years.
- Daniel Rolando Sanchez-Estrada: 30 years.
Think about it, an average of fifty-six years and three months each. To quote the immortal Miles Gloriosus, “Even I am impressed”. It would be more merciful to just hang them.
Think, too, dear lefty, about how you would face that sentence.
So what can you, left-wing reader, take away from this incident? First and foremost, you should understand that you’re not going to get a lot of mercy in a federal court (and probably none from any southern state court) for this kind of behavior. Song and Rueda, for example, are somewhat unlikely ever to see the outside world again. Yes, there is time off for good behavior — Good Conduct Time, or GCT — in federal prison, but, Song, for example, will still serve eighty-five years even if he gets all of that GCT to his credit. There is another kind of mercy the Bureau of Prisons can grant, First Step Act sentence reductions, which can chop a sentence by up to fifty percent. However, since these convictions are for terrorism or terrorism-related crimes, FSA does not apply. Yes, Song is still going to stay in prison for at least eighty-five years.
Secondly, you should be very wary of ex-military types who might claim to know how to do things like train for, rehearse for, and conduct even comparatively simple operations like ambushes. It is hard to imagine a less competent ambush than the one run by Song. No, he had no idea what he was doing. We don’t know what Song’s (he was a Marine Reservist) MOS (Military Occupational Specialty) or even unit were, but the fact that that area has only artillery and aviation should have given the people he recruited some pause to reflect on how likely he was to understand how to do any of this or anything beyond, perhaps, shoot qualification on an administrative range. No, Marine REMFs,1 are still REMFs. Yes, they are REMFs who can to some extent shoot a rifle. This does not change them from REMFs. Yes, I know that few, if any, of you are knowledgeable enough even to suspect the difference between an MOS of tutu wearer and an MOS of cold-blooded killer. Take your ignorance into account, too, before taking direction from those who can talk the talk – or seem to you, in your incarnate ignorance, to be able to – but are unlikely to be able to walk the walk.
No, I am not going to tell you – and, yes, I definitely do know how to run an ambush – how it’s to be done properly. I will tell you that calling out “Get to the rifles”, as Song did, is not the way to do it.
Your movement probably has a bare handful of people who actually know what they’re doing, violence-at-scale-wise. So before signing your life away to someone claiming to be one of them, ask yourself, “What are the odds?” And then walk the other way. No, I’m not about to tell you how to tell the difference.
- Rear Echelon Mother Fuckers
