Volume 2: Knocking on Heaven's Door Chapter 43 Initiating a Transaction
Night had fallen, and the lights were on in the backyard of Tommy Hawke's house. Colin Hawke, who had just finished work, was sawing a piece of wood with a hand saw under the light, helping Bethia build a wardrobe. While sawing the wood, he asked Tommy who was helping him:
"You want to raise money for niggers? You're not going to donate to niggers in America, but to another place that your father and I have never heard of? Gah... Gah... Gah..."
"Caribbean Sea." Tommy Hawke helped carry the wood to his father's side so that he could take it more easily.
Colin Hawke, cigarette in mouth, pulled the hand saw very quickly, completing the cut according to the mark made on the board: "Yes, it is to collect donations for the niggers in that place?"
"I need to help them so that I can go further." Tommy said as he marked the numbers on the cut wood with a marker.
Colin Hawke straightened up, exhaled a mouthful of smoke, and said to his son in a firm tone: "Son, believe me, the neighbors know that you want to help niggers, and they won't even let you leave this block. Niggers don't need help. There is a reason why we hate niggers..."
"What if we can make some money from this, enough to pay for my college tuition?" Seeing that his dad was about to give another long speech cursing black people, Tommy picked up a bottle of beer from the side, handed it to his dad, and interrupted with a smile.
Colin Hawke took the beer and stared at his son. Then a smile and an expression of sudden enlightenment slowly appeared on his face:
"I think I understand, son. You want to cheat those niggers out of their money, right? Show kindness to them first, gain their trust, then tell them you can help them sneak into the United States, and then collect the money? This is a good idea. We can call on Waldman and rent a few more fishing boats. After collecting the money, we can send the niggers on the boats to the Immigration Bureau, and let the Immigration Bureau rent our boats to send them back to their own homes! Perfect! Two-way charging!"
"No! Stop fantasizing, Daddy, we're not scamming people, we're just charging people who want to attend this summer camp."
"To donate to a fucking nigger, you need to pay a sum of money first?" Colin Hawke's expression became dull, and he stood there as if frozen, staring at Tommy in disbelief: "You know, it's like if I want to feed Wilson's dog some food out of kindness, I have to feed Wilson first? Is this a fucking way for humans to make money? Even a cat at home wouldn't think of this way of making money, son."
"This was indeed Cat Butt's idea. Tony gave me the nickname Cat Butt." Tommy Hawke laughed. "Actually, there are some high school students who want to go to prestigious schools like me, but their personal profiles are not impressive enough. You know, when summer comes, high school students have to choose some summer camps. I wanted to pay to participate before, but the school doesn't object now. I decided to run a paid summer camp myself. The school agreed to help with external relations, and then part of the profits from the summer camp club will be donated to the school."
"To donate to niggers, you have to pay a sum of money first. Are there high school students who agree to this? If they agree, I don't think it's necessary to waste my family's money on college. America has changed. When I was a kid, niggers couldn't even appear on the same street with me. At that time, my friends and I wanted to take a look at niggers out of curiosity, just like going to the zoo to see animals. We had to walk for several kilometers..." Colin Hawke came back to his senses, took a sip of beer, and said with some emotion: "This is the consequence of letting niggers out of the cage. They take away our jobs and land. Sooner or later, niggers will take over this country..."
After he finished sighing, he looked at his son and said, "So, you told me this because you want me to agree to you helping niggers raise money? Well, I agree, go ahead, and don't describe to me the miserable experience of your time with niggers afterwards."
"No, when the school is established, you have to attend the founding ceremony as the parent of one of the founding students. At that time, you can't speak like this anymore, Dad. You have to express your support for me, sympathize with the black people, and be willing to help them..." Tommy Hawke said.
Dad looked at Tommy like he was a monster and interrupted him, "WTF! I've already made a big decision by agreeing to let you be friends with the niggers. Now, you actually want me to tell them in front of countless people that I sympathize with the niggers and I'm willing to help them? If Wilson and his gang knew about this, even if they knew I wasn't sincere, they would laugh at me for the rest of my life! Maybe when they die and are buried, they will even carve this incident on their tombstones and laugh at me from below!"
Seeing Tommy standing there with a smile on his face, Colin Hawke finished his beer, lowered his head and sighed, "I will go, son. For you, I am willing to bear this humiliation. I promise, I promise not to mess it up. I will try to digest this cruel fact from now on."
"Thank you, Dad, thank you for making such a great sacrifice for me. I'm on my way to Pam's house now. She is helping to design the brochure." Tommy Hawke patted his father on the shoulder and turned to leave.
Colin Hawke was talking to himself in a sighing tone behind him: "Fuck You America! Look at what you have taught these white kids!"
In fact, Tommy Hawke can understand his father's or most of the lower-class white people in Rhode Island's strong antipathy towards blacks. It is not their fault. Instead, since 1920, Rhode Island has been the backbone of the Ku Klux Klan in the Northeast. At its peak, there were more than 100,000 KKK members in the area. They burned down black schools and homes, smashed Jewish stores, and drove blacks and Jews out of Rhode Island.
Even the President of the United States was a member of the KKK at the time, let alone these white people. Their fathers' generation had been influenced by the KKK members since childhood, so it was natural for them to discriminate against and dislike black people. This was also the reason why there were so few black people in Rhode Island.
"Times have changed." Tommy Hawke also sighed, thinking about the strange behaviors of black people in the previous life. He sighed and walked towards Pam's house following the light from the street lamps.
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A luxurious villa named "Little Snowflake" at 37 Bellevue Historic Avenue in Newport, Rhode Island.
Although it is called Little Snowflake, this five-story old-fashioned manor is not small. Although its area is not as large as the fourteen-acre "Breaker" villa in Newport, it still covers nine acres .
At this moment, Ottilia Farrell was sitting on the second-floor veranda overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. The old crystal chandelier above her head emitted a soft light. In her hands, she was reading the application reports submitted to the school by Tommy Hawke, Dennis Herbers, and Pam Marvell.
"Otilia , your father just asked you where you are going for vacation this summer." An elegant and graceful middle-aged woman came over with a cup of coffee, sat down opposite Otilia Farrell and asked.
Otilia finished reading the application report in her hand and took the coffee from the other party: "Mom, maybe I will be very busy this holiday. I may have to participate in a summer camp activity as a tutor."
"Why? In the beginning, we decided to let you go to school and start working, wasn't it because it had summer vacation? We were worried that other jobs would be too fast-paced and you wouldn't be able to adapt, so you went to school. Did the school assign you extra work? You can refuse." The mother was a little stunned after hearing this, and then asked.
"I've thought of it. How about we go hunting in Africa this summer , dear? Ottilia? Kill a lion with your own hands, and then have it specimened and brought back as a souvenir." Ottilia's father, a middle-aged white man, was untying his tie and walking in from the entrance of the veranda. He spoke excitedly, as if he had thought of the upcoming summer vacation arrangements.
His wife shrugged, stood up and straightened her husband's shirt collar, and made a cute expression: "Otilia said she might need to work this summer and she's very busy."
"Impossible. Is there any job more leisurely than being a college admissions counselor for a public school ? That's the best job I've chosen carefully. It will allow Ottilia to take time to prepare for the judicial examination." The man came over, picked up the document in front of Ottilia, and said with a smile while reading it, "Let me see what job made my dear daughter give up..."
He didn't finish speaking, but he read the entire application report, then looked at his daughter with a playful expression on his face:
"It's indeed a job worth giving up your summer vacation. This idea was designed by you, Otilia. No wonder you gave up your vacation. It's a great idea."
"No, it was proposed by the number one applicant, Tommy Hawke. What do you think? He is the most hardworking and motivated high school student I have ever met at Lincoln High School." Otilia drank her coffee and said to her father expectantly, "Give him some advice."
The man put the application back on the table. "If he is willing to add the words that my daughter guided him to initiate on this application, and replace the first-ranked founder with your name, and humbly put his own name after yours, I will give him a suggestion, that is, he should prepare two copies, one to be submitted to Lincoln High School, and the other to your godfather's office."
"Dad, you can't take away other people's achievements. This was Tommy's own idea. I had no involvement." Ottilia frowned slightly, very dissatisfied with what her father said.
The man looked at the Atlantic Ocean at night and said in a relaxed tone, "Otilia, before you get upset with me, why don't you ask Tommy Hawke for his opinion? I didn't take anything from anyone. I was just trying to make a deal."
