Chapter 65: Fear Comes From Within
Ward was a brigadier general of the Confederate Marine Corps. In the historical Civil War, he was the general who fought the Union Army until the last moment. In this seemingly true history, this can actually be said.
The Texas Legion was not actually a regular Union Army, but was derived from the Texas Militia. Old Sheffield was not a soldier, and had no military rank. After some communication, since he knew that this identity would be useful, Sheffield was not polite. They were all family members, so communication was more convenient.
Sheffield has no aversion to the KKK, as there is nothing wrong with protecting the interests of the main ethnic groups. From a personal perspective, preventing the United States from being usurped is far-sighted. However, this kind of organization is doomed to be unsatisfactory. As we all know, there are still many people who like to occupy the moral high ground.
Would you be willing to donate $100 million to the federal government? Yes. Then would you be willing to donate $100? No, because you really have $100.
"The state court has already ruled on the case. If you incite citizens of the United States to kill this black youth, that is lynching, and you are breaking the law." Sheffield looked at Conley with burning eyes and said slowly, "You are the general convener of Louisiana? Then you should know that the KKK is not suitable to appear in public now. It is best that all ethnic groups know you exist, but don't know where you are. Instead of holding a rally like now and blocking the door of the state court to cause trouble."
"Master William, what?" Conley glanced at his companion holding the Southern Cross flag behind him, and wanted to say something...
"Disband them!" Sheffield's voice was full of unquestionable and cold. "We can discuss things in the future, but now we must let them go home. Don't challenge the authority of the court, and don't resort to lynching. Holding a rally is not a big deal, but if word of lynching gets out, the Yankees will have something to say again."
Perhaps it was because John Connor's decisive shooting had the effect of shocking the whole audience, creating an effect of silence in public. Although the conversation between the two was not loud, it could be heard far away.
Many KKK members looked at each other, and finally their eyes were focused on Conley, the general convener, and the boy surrounded by a group of strong men. The Texas Legion? It was the legion that joined the war the latest, but almost cut off the connection between the United States and the Great West. If the Texas Legion had succeeded, it would have caused food shortages in the North.
Just when everyone was wondering what to think, Sheffield walked up the steps, came to the court police, and shouted, "The state court has made a fair ruling on this case. The criminal has paid the price for his recklessness, and we cannot vent our personal anger over a case that has already ended. This is not what a citizen should do. I believe you will not think that Sheffield's descendants are not firm in their stance, so believe me, go home and rest now, there will be things to do tomorrow."
"Mr. Conley, I personally think that you should say a few words!" John Connor raised his eyebrows and reminded, "If you make a big fuss today, the consequences will be totally uncontrollable. Now that we have the right opportunity, it's best to quit while you're ahead."
What's the point of killing a man to vent your anger? It just gives the Yankees an opportunity to ridicule you. The North and the South are not on the same page, so ridicule each other is nothing.
Conley finally stood by Sheffield and calmed the crowd. Sheffield once again expressed his support for the state court's decision, "It's good to live a life of non-interference and equality. For a long time, the black community has not shown the ability to manage itself. It is unreasonable to blame white people blindly. When one day they can prove themselves and have the ability to live well without relying on others, they will be respected. The strong will always be strong!"
"The strong will always be strong!" Amid the roar of the thunder, Sheffield turned and left without even taking a look at what the source of the crime looked like. As he passed by John Connor, he whispered, "Put down the Southern Cross flag and get these KKK members over here!"
What is it like to enjoy a welcoming reception? Today, Sheffield finally experienced it. His carriage was in the middle of the street, attracting the attention of countless citizens. Little Anne was very excited about this. She stretched her fair little hands out of the carriage and kept shaking them. Maybe her noble bloodline had awakened...
"Does it feel good to feel superior to others?" Sheffield's body swayed with the movement of the carriage. Looking at the interested French girl, he asked, holding back his laughter.
"Of course!" Anne smiled without thinking, "Who wouldn't want to enjoy this kind of support?"
Based on Anne's honest words, Sheffield had to admit that a hint of admiration rose in his heart.
Standing on the beach in New Orleans, stepping on the soft sand, Sheffield's eyes seemed to cross the sea and see Cuba, Haiti, and a number of banana republics across the ocean.
There are not many truly independent countries in the world, and one can even say that they can be counted on one's fingers. Even now, the major European powers that dominated the world in the 19th century have to act according to the will of the United States a hundred years later. Europeans certainly have their own pride, and will openly or covertly conflict with the United States, but this cannot change the essence.
"As long as my fist is big enough, everything I say is reasonable! On the other hand, no matter how reasonable it is, it is still nonsense. Who made us lose the war in the end?" Sheffield's sudden words finally made the Louisiana convener of the KKK, who had been staring at the black bodyguard, come back to his senses and look at the indifferent Sheffield in confusion.
"Don't look at them with strange eyes. They are descendants of the black camp and fought side by side with our fathers. In fact, as long as we know the priorities, there is nothing we can't contact!" Sheffield said hesitantly, "Your behavior today actually has no effect, just like Connor said. If you really have this idea, you might as well find a way to make a name for yourself in the Yankee territory and let us Dixies laugh at you. Let's see if the Yankees can still laugh when the time comes."
"Master William, you also know that many people are not convinced!" Conley stared at Sheffield and said.
"Stop!" Sheffield stretched out his hand to stop the other party from speaking, and said slowly, "You guys have been defined as an illegal organization by the federal government. You should be hiding among the people and developing secretly, instead of showing up like you did today. Fear comes from the heart. In fact, not many people are afraid of things they can see. People are only afraid of things they can't see. Do you understand?"
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