War Measures

What happens in civil society during war?
(And please don't shoot the messenger)
 
During World War II in Europe, the governments of the day, whether they were controlled by occupation troops or not, implemented strict measures to control the civilian population.
 
One of those measures was the covering of all sources of light during the evening and night. For most people that meant cloth coverings of the insides of windows, etc.
 
This was done for the obvious reason of hiding potential targets from night time enemy bombing raids and these rules were strictly enforced by street patrols. Everybody obeyed because it was so easy to identify offenders.
 
Wearing masks in public is kind of similar: Anyone not wearing one stands out like a sore thumb. I have even seen a drone video from China showing a drone chasing a woman not wearing a mask out in the countryside.
 
During the FLQ crisis in Quebec, here in Canada, in October 1970, our present prime minister's father, Pierre Trudeau, invoked the War Measures Act, putting troops in the streets throughout Canada for the duration of the crisis.
 
People suspected of being complicit were summarily arrested without any evidence and thrown in jail.
The long and the short of this story is that the government of the day has the legal and physical power to do whatever it takes to implement rules laid down, if it chooses to do so.
 
The 1885 Metis (Louis Riel) rebellion here in Canada is a good case in point.

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