Date: Fri, 26 May 1995 12:32:00 -0700
From: [j--a] at [primenet.com] (James B. Andrews)
To: [n--b--n] at [mainstream.com]
Subject: TIMES - ON RANDY WEAVER (fwd)


RANDY WEAVER, PATRON SAINT OF MILITANT GUN OWNERS
BY EDWARD BARNES/GRAND JUNCTION

He is the patron saint of militant gun owners, a living martyr whose
infamous 1992 shoot-out with federal agents helped ignite "a seething
backlash in the country," as the N.R.A. puts it. But as Randy Weaver
looked out his window in a rural Iowa town last week, watching children
play on the freshly mowed grass of a park across the street, he sounded
more like a struggling single parent than an antigovernment desperado.
The children on the lawn reminded him of Samuel, his 14-year-old son,
who was shot and killed by federal agents. "He loved the outdoors,"
Weaver told a TIME reporter. "When we skinned deer, he would sharpen a
knife as I cut into the hide. He did everything well. And my wife was
so good with the kids ..." Then he abruptly stopped. Tears filled both
eyes. "I'm not as good a father as she was a mother."

During the shoot-out at the family's cabin on Ruby Ridge in Idaho, Weaver's
wife was killed by a federal sniper's bullet as she stood in a doorway
holding her baby daughter. Weaver was accused of murder in the death of a
federal agent in the shoot-out but was convicted of only two counts related
to his failure to appear in court on an earlier weapons charge, for which he
served a 16-month sentence.

Yet the Randy Weaver who answers the doorbell of the two-story house with
the flaking brown paint and squeaky front door on a corner lot in Grand
Junction, Iowa (pop. 880), is dwarfed by his own legend. He is about 5 ft.
7 in. with neatly styled salt-and-pepper hair. He wears a pressed pair of
jeans, black T Shirt and clean white socks. "I can't wait till all this
blows over, and I can go back to the mountains again," he says as he ushers
a TIME reporter into his living room, furnished with two couches and an
exercise machine. He spends $250 a month on rent, getting by, according
to a friend, on the Social Security survivor's benefits paid because
his wife died.

From a brown corduroy recliner, Weaver can keep an eye on his two youngest
daughters, Elisheba, 3, and Rachel, 13, who often play in the park across
the street. His oldest daughter, Sara, 19, who works as a waitress, has
rented a house up the street. On some days, Weaver sits and sips coffee
from a mug emblazoned with the German flag. When visitors drop by, he mixes
White Russians in the kitchen. Outside on the small lawn, a jumble of
bicycles  lies scattered across the sidewalk. A battered white gas guzzler
hunkers in the driveway. He says he is not working. Not doing much. Just
waiting.

Weaver is waiting as his 87-year-old father fights a battle with cancer. He
is waiting for his $170 million lawsuit to be heard against the government,
in which he alleges the wrongful death of his wife and son. He is waiting
to find out if he is to testify at congressional hearings on his case. He is
waiting for the end of the probation that locks him in the southern counties
of Iowa, his family's original home, until Dec. 17. He is waiting as Gerry
Spence, the flamboyant Wyoming attorney who won Weaver's acquittal on murder
charges, finishes the book that will explain what happened on Ruby Ridge and
take the government to task.

The presence of Weaver, an avowed white separatist, has divided the town
ever since he moved back two years ago so he could have help rearing his
children. He came here, he says, because he had relatives nearby. But not
everyone trusts his motives. A woman walking down Main Street says she is
terrified by him. She has read all about Weaver and wonders if there are
other reasons he has come to her town. "Is it to spread hate?" she asks.
"Will there be trouble here?" At Gene's, a local bar where Weaver often
hangs out, he is remembered for "his foul mouth" and the time he had friends
from Idaho visit, a waitress recalls. "It was all hate. We are Catholics,
and we know about local prejudice. We don't take to it. With him that
is all that comes out."

Since Weaver's release from jail, he has not talked publicly about his case.
In the local bars, admirers who have seen the videotapes and heard fiery
speeches about Ruby Ridge  often approach him. They want to  hear about the
siege and how he beat the government in court. But Weaver simply walks away.
He does this partly out of suspicion but also because "I'm one of those guys
who talks, but it isn't until the next day that I realize what I should have
said," he explains. Weaver is clearly uncomfortable with his role as hero.
His mail is still filled with gifts from supporters. Two weeks ago, he got
two handmade quilts and pillowcases from a woman he had never met. His
daughter Sara found them on the couch and said she could use them. "Then you
have to write the thank-you note," he told her.

Sometimes supporters show up unexpectedly. Like Ben, who arrived in an old
pickup last week and knocked on the door. Ben had met Weaver once in Idaho
and told him he would see him again. On a whim Ben decided it was time to
keep his promise. So Ben, his granddaughter and their dog drove 30 hours
straight just to sit in the same room with Weaver. They visited for dinner
and then turned around and drove home. Weaver was a gracious host but shared
little besides hospitality.

"I'm not a joiner," Weaver confides. "I don't belong to the militia or any
other group. I have my own take on things. Hell, I'm really not even a
Christian. But I get calls all the time from the militia and other groups to
come talk. I can't now. But if I do, I think I would only last a few
speeches. They would find out I don't really agree with them either."


Copyright 1995 Time Inc. All rights reserved.
Transmitted: 95-05-21 13:05:05 EDT (t5052915)



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