Chapter 638 FBI Raid
The inaction of the New York Police Department has completely angered most New Yorkers after several days of violent marches. In response, the New York Police Department took money from slave owners and sold out the mayor of New York without hesitation.
New York is currently in a very rare situation, the mayor of New York is a Republican, and the governor of New York is a Democrat. Sheffield doesn't know if this is true history. The current history is not much of a reference for him in terms of details, especially the details within the United States.
But since there is such a strange situation and there is a slave owner who understands the collusion between officials and businessmen better than me, this matter is easy to handle. The Governor of New York puts the blame on the Mayor of New York and secretly mobilizes the militia.
The New York Police Department was manipulated by Sheffield and Morgan Jr., giving New York Mayor Smith Miller an opportunity to revolt. Now the New York mayor finally knew who Sheffield was. He also knew that this guest from New York was a fierce dragon crossing the river.
After a few days of intermittent looting and arson, the next election has said goodbye to Smith and Miller in advance. If this matter can be handled well, the Democratic Party may be able to complete a double conquest of New York.
"I don't give a shit about world hegemony!" In recent days, Sheffield has been holding a telescope, standing on the roof of his and Alice Roosevelt's apartment, watching where smoke is rising in New York, and going up to the rooftop to breathe the free air.
"You seem very happy to see New York like this?" Alice Roosevelt walked up to the rooftop of the building and saw the slave owner who was being stared at by many bodyguards, looking around with a telescope, and she couldn't help but mock him.
"You're not wrong. Seeing others suffer makes me feel satisfied. There are still so many people suffering in the world. I should be content." Sheffield put down the telescope and took a deep breath. He said contentedly, "It is worthwhile to exchange short-term chaos for long-term peace. Unfortunately, most citizens of the United States don't understand this."
"Your problem is blacks and Latinos?" Alice Roosevelt rolled her eyes. She knew about the immigration amendment, and even if Sheffield was not personally in charge, she would still strongly support it.
If not, Sheffield himself did it! But the slave owner shook his head decisively and said, "The racial problem is just a small problem. Even if we ignore it for decades, it will not pose a threat. The current operation is just to solve the problem before it becomes a big problem."
Is it necessary to deal with the already vulnerable people of color in the United States? There is this reason, but it is not the fundamental reason. It is to prevent new problems from arising on the basis of recognizing the current problems.
The essence of the immigration amendment bill is that the current people of color in the country have to accept that no other ethnic groups will be allowed to come in in the future. So in fact, black people don't need to protest, but black people are more easily deceived. They are paid by slave owners to lead the rhythm, and when their heads are hot, they come out to give themselves up.
"I never wanted to wipe out the blacks. Keeping them alive can help pinch the Republicans from time to time." Sheffield finally saw another fire point and walked down the rooftop. He did not forget to chat with Alice Roosevelt, "I haven't talked to my Republican friends. How should I deal with it?"
"You're making me a traitor!" Alice Roosevelt said angrily, "I won't tell you."
"Don't say such willful things as a family. Maybe our son will be the president in the future. Don't choose the wrong party to join." Sheffield whispered while hugging the woman's shoulders. "Franklin is now the Undersecretary of the Navy. Is he like your father? I think our son will start as the Undersecretary of the Navy and work his way into the White House step by step."
"Do you really think you can do whatever you want with money?" Alice Roosevelt exhaled lightly, her face very serious.
"I'm good enough on my own, but with Morgan and Rockefeller, that's about it." Sheffield answered the question in an affirmative tone, and half-jokingly said, "If that doesn't work, how about another Civil War? As long as the bottom line is low enough, there are always more solutions than problems."
Especially for black people, Sheffield did not directly deny Alice Roosevelt's words, but! Bodyguards who often come into contact with slave owners know that racial differences are not as important as the difference between enemies and friends in Sheffield.
So the slave owners were not lying when they said that blacks were a minor problem, because in the current NAACP, in fact, only W.E. Du Bois was black, and the rest of the heads of the NAACP were almost all white.
In his eyes, these crazy white leaders must not be let off after the raid on the NAACP headquarters. The blacks could be spared, but all the white leaders must be jailed.
Using money to bribe the New York Police Department, and using the New York governor to put pressure on the New York mayor, he allowed the recent unrest among black people. He even turned a blind eye to the deaths of several policemen. Konstantinovich finally led his team from Washington to New York.
"I am very disappointed with the efficiency of your government departments!" After carefully cutting the steak and chewing the gravy, he pointed to the opposite side with his fork-holding hand and asked the dusty Konstantinovich to sit down before asking, "Why is it so slow? Are you under pressure from the Ministry of Justice?"
"That's not the case. The Republicans have not expressed their opinions on what's happening in New York." Konstantinovich was not polite and spoke directly to fill his stomach.
"It's better to say you're playing dumb, isn't it?" Sheffield sneered, wiped his mouth with a napkin and said sarcastically, "Regarding taking a tough stance against blacks, no matter how the Republicans express their opinions, they can't be tougher than the Democrats. Forget it, it's all for profit, and politicians are no more noble than me. This time we want to dismantle the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. You personally led the team to rush in, and I believe you will be a great contribution. I even called Carter in Texas and asked him to be the prosecutor during the trial. This is definitely a case that the whole country is paying attention to, and you will definitely become famous all over the country in an instant."
"When does it start?" Now that he was here, Konstantinovich was not going to express any opinions. He knew that the slave owner must have considered all aspects, so he hurriedly urged him to come over.
"Du Bois heard that a rally aimed at curbing violence is going to be held. I have asked the KKK in New York to be prepared. We will take action on the same day. There will definitely not be many people at the headquarters of the NAACP that day. You take the agents and rush in. Once we find the evidence, the rest is a matter of following the trial process." Sheffield explained his plan step by step to the FBI director, who nodded in approval.
"Civil struggle is a good thing for me!" Konstantinovich approved of the plan.
"Europe has been busy lately, and no one has been saying anything bad about the United States, which has given us a chance to solve the problem." After having a good meal and a few drinks, Sheffield teased, "The only hidden danger now is that you just have to be reliable at the critical moment. Get rid of these so-called progressive white people with broken brains."
The slave owners had always been skeptical of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. Except for Du Bois himself, all the other giants were white. Either there were many white saints in the early 20th century, or the association had become a place for these white people to make profits. As a monopoly capitalist, he felt that the latter was more likely.
He himself is a thief, so everyone looks like a thief to him, which is why he hates the Mellon family so much. But then again, they have been manipulating immigration issues recently, and the pressure on the Mellon family has to be stepped up.
At 8 o'clock in the morning, Du Bois convened a rally in the name of black leaders to curb violence. From the moment he heard the news, the slave owner felt that the weakness of the bourgeoisie was true. As a monopoly capitalist, he must educate the weak petty bourgeoisie.
"Violence is not the solution to the problem. What we need is equality." Du Bois shouted at the top of his lungs, hoping that his words could be heard by more people.
If Sheffield were here and heard the word equality, he would definitely feel how right he was to frame the NAACP. He didn't like this word.
As Du Bois's supporters began to rally, two groups also began to take action. The KKK, under the call of General Convener Downs, began to gather an hour after Du Bois's rally. They wore white robes that only showed their eyes, some of them waved the Southern Cross flag, and carried weapons such as pistols under their robes.
Preparing to avenge the murder of four police officers and New Yorkers during the last march, the KKK members split into two groups. One group headed straight for Du Bois's rally site, while the other group headed towards New York's largest black community with more powerful weapons.
A small number of New York police officers also showed up at Du Bois's rally, but they were careful to keep a distance to avoid being left alone, as if they were afraid of the protesters who had gathered together.
Seeing the white leaders around Du Bois, several policemen had flames in their eyes. The rich people who came to the police station some time ago were right, some white people's brains were broken.
Two blocks away, a large number of KKK members wrapped in white robes were approaching. At this moment, a long line of cars suddenly appeared on the street of the NAACP headquarters. These cars were driving very fast. As soon as the cars stopped, agents in black suits and top hats, all holding guns, pushed the door and rushed into the NAACP headquarters at the right time.
"Everyone get down on the ground!" the FBI agent shouted with his gun. Then Konstantinovich strode in, glanced at the staff who didn't know what had happened, and shouted, "Search all rooms!"
Following Konstantinovich's order, most of the FBI agents rushed out to search the place.
(End of this chapter)
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