Chapter 643: They are all decent people
New York Prison, Downes followed behind Sheffield, and the warden of New York Prison was leading the way. The slave owner looked around and observed the construction of the prison, muttering to himself, "A classic example of wasting space."
"Boss, why do you care about these people who are already in custody and awaiting trial?" Towns asked with a puzzled look, "They will be transferred to Washington for trial in a few days. I don't think we need to look at their pitiful appearance anymore."
"Haha, by the way, I've already bought the headquarters of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. It will be used as the headquarters of the KKK in the future. But I think that building is too small. The new headquarters should be more impressive. You can contact the real estate businessman to bid. If you want to make it a landmark building in New York, I think that's not bad either."
Sheffield spoke slowly, which sounded quite pleasant to Downes' ears. He thanked him and said, "I will definitely take good care of this new headquarters. It has important symbolic significance for the development of our business."
"Yes, this is the significance of the new headquarters." Sheffield nodded in approval. "This is also the reason why I came to the prison to visit the heads of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. There must be some sense of ritual in life. Otherwise, life would be too boring."
He was a slave owner with a dark mentality. After defeating his opponent, he would not forget to humiliate him. Since entering the New York prison, he had already asked the New York prison warden to stand aside. Of course, the New York prison was not part of the trust prison system. The prisons operated by the Sheffield family were mainly concentrated in the South and the Midwest, fully adhering to the tradition of collusion between officials and businessmen. Where the Democratic Party was strong, his prison trusts were more numerous.
The profit figures of the prison trust are planned. The profit target given by Sheffield to the prison system is to be able to cover the expenses of the normal operation of the Black Gold Company. It feels like the indicator of smoking contributing to military expenditure!
Sitting outside the iron window, Sheffield watched several leaders of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People being led out one by one by prison guards. They had been detained for more than a month and had been denied bail many times. They looked a little haggard.
Obviously, as figures with some fame in society, their current life as criminals was something they had not expected. Whether it was Wolin, Willard or Irvington, they all considered themselves to be decent people who helped the blacks embody their progressive ideas as progressives.
"Are you the boss of United Company?" As a media person, Willard spoke as soon as he saw Sheffield's face clearly. He reacted faster than his two companions who were still confused about the situation.
A look of pity flashed across Sheffield's face, but he seemed to understand something. Although he seldom accepted interviews and there were no photos of him circulating in the outside world, the reason why he held his wedding in Arlington was actually well-known to many citizens. It's just that this fame was not entirely positive. The citizen class of the United States was materialistic, and his century-old wedding with Anne caused twists and turns in the relationships of many couples.
It is also possible that there are some scoundrels who want nothing but a stick when getting married, and feel that his grand wedding hinders their free love.
After hearing Willard say that he had seen the documentary about the Sheffield wedding, the slave owner nodded and admitted, "It was me!"
"As for this person, he's my friend. You haven't met him but you just fought against each other. He's Downs, the New York general convener of the KKK." Sheffield didn't give the few people a chance to chase stars, and stretched out his hand to introduce Downs who was standing next to him.
The difference between them was obvious when they sat and stood. He, a slave owner, was not on equal terms with Downs. Even entrepreneurs like McHale could sense this, so they had been committed to improving the strength of McHale Mining. He usually did not interact with Sheffield, hoping that one day he could use the strength of his own company to become an equal friend of Sheffield.
"Why are you doing this?" Upon hearing that Downs was the general convener of the KKK in New York, several white leaders of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People clenched their fists and asked righteously. How could they not understand who was the culprit behind all this?
"Your daughter is only four years old, very cute!" Towns took out a group photo. In the photo were Ovington's wife and daughter, and a group of KKK members wearing white robes. The meaning was obvious.
The families of the white heads of several colored people's associations have all been thoroughly investigated. As for what this means, the people who were brought out find it horrifying to think about it.
There was a deafening roar coming from the empty interrogation room, but not even a single prison guard came over. Only when these people’s voices became hoarse and they stopped did the place return to silence.
"It's just a photo. You don't need to get so excited, right?" Sheffield waved his hand casually. He felt that these people were making a fuss. He said to himself, "People are so selfish. They do things themselves but are unwilling to bear the consequences. I can see that you don't read much of Social Darwin's books and have formed a wrong logic about the world."
"How have we offended you? Why do you treat us like this?" Willard didn't understand how there could be such people in the world. They clearly framed him but still turned the tables. He didn't think the NAACP did anything wrong.
"I don't give special treatment to you small colored associations. I treat everyone the same, from companies as big as DuPont to workers drifting on the sea. Everyone is equal. Why do you feel like the world is targeting you, just like some backward colonies? What's so good about you? Is it because of your mouth that stinks worse than the public beta?" Sheffield flipped through the family photos of these people, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked, "You like to help black people so much, why don't you start with yourselves and take the initiative to move into the black community? That's what greatness is, instead of just talking about what should be done."
"Do you want me to help you send your family members to live there? My idea is to buy off some newspapers to exert pressure from the public opinion and let the family members of the heads of the National Association of the Colored People live in the black community. If you don't go, you are taking advantage of the feelings of black brothers. If you go?" Sheffield paused slightly and smiled happily. "I hope your family members can survive. Maybe your daughter can have a taste of the strong black body before she reaches adulthood. Isn't this what you people want?"
What I fear most is the sudden silence in the air. Several white leaders of the Association for the Advancement of Colored People wanted to say something, but it was as if someone had grabbed their throats. It was this reaction that made Sheffield see through the nature of these people.
There are two kinds of discrimination. The Dixie people's discrimination is both verbal and practical, while the Yankee's discrimination is invisible and rule-based.
The conversation then turned to whether they could beg for mercy. The slave owner now understood that these so-called progressive white people who usually called for equal treatment of black people were nothing more than role models, and he felt a sense of disgust for no reason.
"You disappoint me, but things will be easier this way." Sheffield looked at you with disdain in his eyes, as if he had seen Pu Zhigao. He guided you by saying, "As long as you accept the fair ruling of the court and admit that you want to use the power of black people to harm the United States, you can get out even if you go to prison. If you stubbornly stand on the opposite side of the country, I can tell you clearly that I have prisons in half of the states in the United States. If you are sent to my prison to serve your sentence, your family members will all collect your bodies within six months!"
"Now that it has come to this, you can't just want to be free without paying anything. I'm not trying to scare you, but the federal government already has a lot of evidence against you." Sheffield stood up and beckoned, "The question is actually very simple. Do you want to live or die?"
Sheffield is a reasonable person, he always lays out all the facts and lets the other party choose freely. However, most of the choices are either a dead end or a not very viable one.
This time he undoubtedly achieved his goal, convicting these anarchists who intended to subvert the United States before the federal court trial.
"Boss, if we let them go, will they talk nonsense in the future?" Towns followed Sheffield out of the prison and finally couldn't help but speak.
"Ninety percent of the prisoners in my prison are black. They face white prison guards every day, and my prison needs to make a profit. Do you think it's normal for a few white people to die in fights among the criminals?" Sheffield said with a grin, "How could I let them go? People with broken brains are a waste of the United States' food if they are alive."
Turn the headquarters of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People into the headquarters of the Ku Klux Klan, and then disband the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, an organization that subverts the United States? That's it?
Of course it is impossible to solve the case so easily. It does not seem like a big villain lurking inside our country. The next step is to expand the scope of the attack and expand the white terror.
The wider the scope of the involvement, the greater the harm to the United States, and it fits the social environment in which citizens of the United States like conspiracy theories. This time, all the black elites who have been allowed to come out in the decades since your civil war will be wiped out.
The slave owner, who was still victorious, came to the Rockefeller estate. Edith Rockefeller and Louisa Morgan, who had already received the man's call, hugged the slave owner on the left and right, and asked him in a blaming tone what he had been doing in the past few days, making him wait here but not showing up.
"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Sheffield raised his head slightly and said calmly, "Isn't it because I'm arranging things for the National Association of Colored People? I asked you to come here because I'm afraid that you simple and upright men will suffer in front of your brothers? I don't care. Anyway, I'm the one who suffers, and you're the one who's unlucky."
He patted the two women's buttocks lightly. The negotiations with Andrew Mellon were held at the Rockefeller Manor. Sheffield was also preparing to divide the industry for the first time!
(End of this chapter)
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