Chapter 635: Defending Wall Street
"I know you are a senior Democrat and you are uncompromising on the black issue." Rockefeller Jr. disagreed.
"That's not entirely true!" Sheffield did not open his mouth to refute. The only issue that could not be compromised was class. Racial issues could be publicized, and maybe there would be some benefits. But publicizing class issues would lead to death.
Don't think that Rockefeller Jr. is sitting here like a gentleman now. When Sheffield's operation is completed, the FBI will get the evidence, and the seemingly gentle Rockefeller Jr. will become a man-eating tiger. Whether a wealthy man will get angry or not cannot be tested by ordinary questions, only class issues can be used.
"Let me sing you a line of lyrics. The kings of mining and railways, sitting on the altar, are so ugly. What else have they done except exploiting the fruits of labor?" Sheffield sang two lines of the Internationale with a smile, then took a sip of red wine and pointed at the glass, saying, "In the eyes of many people, what you and I drink is not wine, but blood. This is not something that can be redeemed by your family doing a little charity. To be honest, I'd rather invest that money in Black Gold Company."
When Jack Ma was giving out chicken soup, many people thought he was just talking nonsense, but more people called him "Papa Ma". The real backlash was after the theory of good fortune came out, and then Zhao Junqi and the Qigong master were dug out. Only then did people realize that the 40 thieves, who had a vision, did worse than the penguins.
The United States is like this. Heaven and hell can be just across the street. The slave owner in the Rockefeller estate cannot see what is happening in downtown New York at all. All he can see now is the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.
It just so happened that Rockefeller Jr. was here today, so Sheffield could let the oil tycoon be a witness. He had been bragging at Rockefeller Manor from beginning to end today, and everything that happened in downtown New York had nothing to do with him.
Who was the first protester to start destroying things is no longer important. Most of the police in New York are on high alert outside Wall Street. There are only a few police officers in other places. These police officers can neither stop anything nor maintain order. Who was the first person to start destroying things is a very difficult question for the United States police, who are the world's number one shooter.
These policemen are not as many as the employees of the Black Gold Company led by Jesla. Jesla is hiding aside. As a front-line worker in this incident, he has the important task of planning on behalf of the boss.
After the vandalism of public property occurred, several policemen immediately and severely stopped it. Given the reputation of the police in the United States, saying a few words about niggers was already considered polite, and not opening fire directly was already showing the utmost restraint.
"Do you want to go to jail? Niggers, will you cry only when the law punishes you?" Although several policemen were facing some marchers holding bricks, they did not lose the upper hand at all. "If you keep doing this, we will shoot. Get out of this block quickly, immediately!"
"President Lincoln has already given rights to black people. Now the Democrats have made the United States regress by decades. This country cannot go back!" A white man standing in the crowd of black people retorted righteously.
"What's wrong with going back a few decades?" one of the policemen asked, sparking everyone's anger.
In a corner a hundred meters away, Jesla threw away his cigarette butt and stomped on it, saying, "The boss said that when things reach a stalemate, it takes a brave person to step forward and step on the accelerator."
Bang! Just as Jesla finished speaking, several gunshots were heard, and the policeman who had just been so arrogant had fallen in a pool of blood. Accompanied by the shrill sirens, downtown New York was plunged into a war. The parade was completely out of control. People smashed the stores on both sides of the busy streets and took away the food, clothes and valuables inside.
Many people rushed in, pouring into the stores like a flood. This is the most prosperous city in the United States, the most prosperous street in the most prosperous city. Many things are out of reach for these marchers, gold jewelry, watches, handmade leather shoes, expensive cigarettes, everything is now in an unguarded state.
People howled as they experienced the joy of disorder. Everything they could see now belonged to them.
After the store was emptied, they used torches found from somewhere to set the entire store on fire. The fire quickly spread, setting the surrounding shops on fire as well. The criminals had already escaped.
"Look what they did?" Above the parade, people holding binoculars were laughing at the people below. They were quite excited about all this. One of them said, "Burn it. This is a Yankee city. It's better to burn it all down for Atlanta."
"Compared to these ignorant niggers, I hate Yankees even more. I believe the black camp brought by the boss has already evacuated, right? There are not many of them, they just acted as a catalyst." Another man said happily with his hands on his waist.
"When we came out, the boss personally ordered us to flee immediately after shooting and setting fire. The descendants of the black camp are still very reliable, unlike the black slaves who fled to the North." The man who had just laughed clapped his hands and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Hurry up and use our cameras and video cameras. This is all first-hand information. The League of Nations is still waiting. Aren't you tired of reporting on the Mexican Civil War all the time? Finally, there is some exciting news."
For the black people in New York, this was a day worth celebrating! They smashed open the white people's shops and houses, moved out everything inside, and smashed what could not be moved!
On that night, the parade crowd lit a bonfire in the city center. In the firelight, they danced happily to celebrate their victory! At this time, the arrival of a person made the atmosphere reach a climax!
The police did not show up because they were all defending Wall Street, and a small number of police officers could not stop the tens of thousands of protesters from venting their anger, and the lives of the lone police officers were in danger. The reputation of the police in the black community in the United States did not become what it is now, but has been like that since the beginning of the police.
In the United States, black people are inferior. They shout slogans of racial equality, but black people have never really gained the status they deserve! White people are a noble race, and black people are an inferior race. This is still a view in mainstream society. Of course, in order to find a fig leaf, they never publicly say what black people are like or not.
Of course, this is the North, and those who dare to say what they don't like live in the South. However, in order to avoid uncontrollable bad things that affect their own interests, Sheffield also specially modified the words for this. Other places can't be controlled, but the reputation of black people living in Texas in the media is like this.
The descendants who stood firmly with the citizens of the South worked hard to improve themselves and made great contributions in the Civil War. Even in cities where black people lived, replicas of the military flags captured in battles with the Union Army were hung in the urban areas as a token of their contribution.
"Hi, my friend, are you okay? I heard that there was some problem in the city center. John and I are worried about you, but I think most of the New York police are on Wall Street to protect you. Don't worry, it's only John who is doing these hypocritical interactions." While Sheffield was calling Morgan Jr., the scattered black members had already returned to the Rockefeller estate by car, and without saying a word, they took off in their boat and left New York.
It was a perfect airborne operation, they hit and ran and no one could find them. Little Rockefeller, who was held back by Sheffield, did not see this scene and was kept in the dark from beginning to end.
"I'm so happy for you. You're the one who most wants to see something happen in New York." Morgan Jr. replied with disdain.
"Just do it. Although we are rich, it doesn't mean that we have more lives than others. The danger that appears is also dangerous to us." Sheffield said seriously, "What's the situation over there?"
"New York's busiest streets are now invisible, surrounded by flames and thick smoke." Morgan Jr. stood in his office in the Morgan Building and looked into the distance. "However, our financial institutions are well protected, and no one broke in. But I heard that there seemed to be some casualties. Five police officers died. I don't know how many were injured, but there are more than a dozen people dead, including the police."
"Respectable police officers were injured or killed. My friend, I am not exaggerating. This is a very serious matter and we should give the police system the greatest support. If they are injured or killed and we turn a blind eye, who will protect us the next time there is such a march?" Sheffield's voice turned cold, as if he empathized with the dead police officer.
"It won't end like this!" Little Morgan said while biting his gums, "We must teach these people a lesson."
"The policemen who died were all recognized good men. They maintained order in New York, cared for their wives and loved their children!" The New York Daily News the next day fiercely criticized those who had the good fortune to be present at the violence yesterday. Of course, it did not say that most of the New York Police Department's police force was defending Wall Street, but instead pointed the finger at the black people and some Republicans who were marching.
With vivid photos and precise words, it is clearly intended to incite hatred, but it seems that everything it says is correct.
Rockefeller Manor became the place where Sheffield met with his guests. Little Rockefeller could not say anything about it. After all, the 3,000-acre manor was big enough. Sheffield even built a villa for him to live with Edith Rockefeller when he came here. He could not say anything either. He was not sure who the slave owner's guests were, but they were all people with capital and would definitely not let in just anyone.
"Are you the general convener of the KKK in New York?" Sheffield wiped his hands and looked at the guest and asked, "Do you know who I am?"
"Commander, what do you want me to do?" Tangs lowered his head slightly and asked in a very cold tone.
"No instructions, I just need you to do something." Sheffield laughed and asked, "Any questions?"
(End of this chapter)
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