Chapter 646: Group Photo in Front of the Supreme Court
"Don't you think our tobacco king is smart? I'm not being modest. If you want to sign a population-related contract with someone in this world, you can't go wrong with me." Sheffield said meaningfully, "You will definitely make money on this deal. I don't know what's wrong with you and Carnegie. You didn't think about heirs when you were young, and you only thought about getting married when you were sixty."
"I won't let you take advantage of me. I will set up a foundation for my daughter." James Duke said easily, "I won't let anyone take advantage of me for nothing, even if it's you, a slave owner."
"I have sacrificed the surname of a descendant. You have to understand this." Sheffield lowered his voice and said, "This is against the tradition of our civilized world. It is almost the same as Gustav marrying into the Krupp family."
The two exchanged a few words, and James Duke drifted away. Edith Rockefeller came over and asked, "What did this old man say to you again?"
"I sold Anne's child for a good price." Sheffield said with a teasing look, and suddenly seemed to remember something, "Carnegie's daughter is about the same age, right? Have you talked to little William about this? Although he is my son, I won't lie to you. What if he doesn't obey?"
He stretched out his hand and cracked his finger bones, showing with practical actions that he was ready to give his son a complete youth at any time.
"I haven't talked about this yet." Sure enough, Edith Rockefeller gave her man a disappointing answer.
"Immediately send him to Carnegie's daughter's school. Go directly to Jesla for the planning. He will definitely be able to come up with a professional plan. It's too simple to be a hero saving a beautiful girl. It's not exciting enough." Sheffield whispered, "Black Gold Company has done this before. You don't know that Black Gold Company's business is very complicated. Look at Carnegie's age. If we don't think of a solution now, it will be too late."
"Okay, I got it. I'll call Chicago to make the arrangements." Edith Rockefeller was bewitched by the slave owner and felt that the matter was extremely urgent.
"Don't bother. I'll ask Union University to issue a letter of introduction to recruit Carnegie's daughter. I'll ask Duke University to issue one as well. Once she's in my territory, everything will be easy." Sheffield quickly regretted and ended the topic. "Little William has not learned my ability to carry on with a heavy burden. It must be because you, as a mother, haven't educated him well enough."
You are my man, you have the final say! Edith Rockefeller took the blame for her son for nothing, so she had to endure everything. Not to mention objecting, she couldn't even say a word of retort, didn't she see that she just sold Anne's son for a good price?
Everything in this man's eyes has a price. Thinking this way, lust becomes an advantage. At least he doesn't have to worry about being sold out.
"He was facing a good situation. You know, when I graduated from Austin, I was the only man in my family, and I had to handle all the marriage arrangements by myself. The old man loved Paris and didn't come back, but he didn't forget to find a wife for me. Fortunately, she is very beautiful." Sheffield felt sad when he recalled his own growth history.
Fortunately, she is beautiful? Louisa Morgan just came over from Little Morgan and happened to hear this. She thought the slave owner was bragging about his history of hunting for women, so she said, "Meet everyone, don't always chat with the rich people in the South."
James Duke was from Dixie, and Louisa Morgan came to remind Sheffield not to always stick to the rich people around his home, because everyone will have to live in the same country in the future.
"Well, with the help of you two, I shouldn't say anything wrong." Sheffield nodded. As the United States was established based on the ancient Roman system, the ruling class here had an unspoken fact. That was that, based on history, Caesar could not appear in the Senate.
The upper class doesn't care about the color of the leeks. The whole country serves them. They don't care whether they are white, black, yellow, red or colorful, as long as it doesn't affect their rule. So the higher the level of a person, the broader his mind is.
The middle class is the cornerstone of a country's stability and they are the most reluctant to part with their bottles and jars. Therefore, chaos is the enemy of the middle class, and it is a consensus to deal with unrest quickly.
The lower class is very afraid that people of color will come to steal their jobs. They are the core base of the Democratic Party. When there is social unrest, the first to be hurt are the lower class. If Sheffield was not a descendant of a slave owner, he would definitely not hit black people for the benefit of the Dixie people. He would have learned from the Yankees and said, "I discriminate against you but I won't say anything."
The most ironic thing in the world is that when a person does evil, you can't do anything about it. Sheffield suddenly welcomed the Speaker of the Texas House of Representatives Martin Luther King II who arrived the next day.
Martin Luther King II came to represent the people of color who are integrated into modern society, not the slave owners who are bragging. Martin Luther King II also has a very good influence in the media. As the person of color with the highest political status in the United States, and also the Speaker of the House of Representatives in the largest state in the country, Martin Luther King II represents the American dream of many people of color, and has a similar influence to the black presidents of later generations.
It would not be difficult for Sheffield to bribe Texas congressmen and elect Martin Luther King II as Speaker of the House of Representatives, but it would be impossible to pair a black vice president with the Democratic presidential candidate, which would cause Democratic supporters to defect.
"You should have heard that there is some controllable chaos in the north. Fortunately, it is relatively quiet here." Sheffield still had a telescope hanging around his neck. He looked towards the direction of the Washington Congress and sighed, "Now that Congress has moved you out, it must be because they need something from you, right?"
"Yes, boss. They want me to appease the black people." Martin Luther King II shrugged.
"Don't call me boss. You were a housekeeper a long time ago. Now you are the Speaker of the House of Representatives of Texas!" Sheffield smiled and emphasized, "A respected black leader, otherwise Congress would not have found you. Sometimes we have to admit the fact that the same culture and race are very deceptive."
"It's true. When I entered Washington yesterday, many people from the black community came to welcome me." Martin Luther King II nodded and admitted, "They all hope that I can change the current environment. I have been thinking about how to avoid being involved."
"It's not a problem for you to say something positive. You just need to say that black people in Texas are completely self-sufficient and have won the respect of Texas citizens. Who can do anything to you? I will find a group of Texas congressmen to endorse you and prove that you are right." Sheffield patted the old butler on the shoulder and said, "The sun will rise normally tomorrow. It will be another beautiful day."
The beautiful day began with the trial of the head of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People. On that day, two rallies took place simultaneously in Washington, but they were completely different and not far from each other. The crowd outside the Capitol in Washington was mostly black, while the supporters waiting around the federal court were all white.
In Washington, the political heart, the streets were filled with militias to prevent those who were holding rallies from fighting.
There was actually some danger in attending the Supreme Court trial, but the slave owners thought it was worth it because in the eyes of the top class, this had nothing to do with racial issues and was a dangerous idea that would subvert the United States system. As vested interests, they had to appear here to stand up for the federal court.
The slave owner and the tobacco tycoon, who had just signed a contract to sell their children, were talking and laughing as they entered the solemn and dignified Supreme Court, which was incompatible with their temperaments. The slave owner even boasted, "I'm not bragging, the so-called Supreme Court is nothing more than this, it's not like I haven't responded to lawsuits before."
"I have also responded to the lawsuit!" James Duke stood up straight and said, "After listening to what you said, should I feel proud?"
"We have all responded to the lawsuit!" A group of business owners not far from the two men responded in groups of three or five, recounting their past experiences of chatting and laughing with the Supreme Court.
Because Taft did not become president, he naturally did not take charge of the Supreme Court later. The current Supreme Court is still a weak link in the separation of powers. If President Alton Parker was in good health, the slave owners had thought of suggesting that President Alton Parker take charge of the Supreme Court and complete Taft's work. Now it seems that we can only wait.
Most of the famous wealthy people in the United States came to the Supreme Court. In the audience, there were Rockefeller Jr., Morgan Jr., Sheffield, James Duke, James, Hill, Lowell, West, Coleman du Pont, and Andrew Mellon. Some supported the Democratic Party, some supported the Republican Party, there were oil tycoons, bankers, industrial bosses, mining magnates, and railroad tycoons.
The gallery was packed with wealthy people from the United States who represented the American dream, giving the Supreme Court a tinge of money. At the same time, rows of wealthy people sitting there waiting for trial also put invisible pressure on the nine Supreme Court justices.
This was the smoothest trial that many wealthy people who had come to the Supreme Court to defend their cases had ever seen. Everything was kept simple, as if it was a murder case in broad daylight. No matter how Du Bois protested, after the process was completed, the verdict was given in court. The heads of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, including Du Bois, were all sentenced to more than 20 years in prison.
"Does justice still exist in this country?" Du Bois shouted at the top of his lungs!
Clap! All the wealthy people in the audience stood up and applauded, drowning out Du Bois's shouts in the thunderous applause.
"Dear gentlemen, let's take a group photo in front of the Supreme Court to celebrate this just trial." Sheffield suggested to the wealthy people who came to Washington as he walked out of the Supreme Court.
The photo of the wealth of the nations was taken in Sheffield. The slave owner has decided to keep this photo, which, along with the victory cry of the KKK rally not far away, has a different meaning.
(End of this chapter)
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