Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 167 The Appearance of Earl Rush
Delia walked out of the guest bedroom bathroom naked and asked Tommy, who was standing in front of the French window looking through some documents and basking in the sun:
"Does your fiancée care if other women use the toiletries in the bathroom?"
"Don't worry, Delia. My fiancée has never been in this guest bedroom. This bedroom is for guests to stay overnight. And every time before she comes back, the whole villa will be cleaned twice by different cleaning companies. Not to mention that you used this body lotion that she didn't know about, even if you killed someone here, there would be no trace left." Tommy lowered his head and looked through the black lawyer's information that Delia brought over:
"It took you nearly two months to find a black lawyer for me. He'd better not let me down, otherwise I will be disappointed in your efficiency."
Delia came over and stood naked with Tommy in front of the sunny French window. She tilted her head and reached out to take the cigarette from Tommy's mouth, took a puff of it, blew a smoke ring out of the window, and told him what she knew:
"Earl Rush was born in Chicago, Illinois in 1946. When he was 7 years old, his father went missing. His mother took him and other children to settle in Oakland, California. In 1963, he dropped out of high school and joined the U.S. Army. The garrison base was located in his hometown of Chicago. Fate was really strange. His mother took him away from there, but God sent him back. There, he deserted his post and joined the Illinois branch of the Black Panther Party founded by the well-known black activist Fred Hampton. He served as the head of the armed defense force of the local branch of the Black Panther Party."
"In 1969, Fred Hampton was drugged by an informant arranged by the FBI and fell unconscious in his apartment. The investigation report showed that a total of 14 people, including the Chicago Police Department's tactical team and FBI field agents, fired more than 100 shots at the apartment and the people inside. Then they told the judge in court that it was the people in the apartment who fired the first shot..."
"After the massacre, Earl Rush spoke at the Black Panther Party National Convention and said that it was impossible to lead black people in the pursuit of racial equality with just a few guns. Black people cannot rely solely on weapons to arm themselves, but also need to understand the power game and not play by the rules of white people. The end result is like Fred Hampton. Although the evidence clearly showed that he had been drugged and unconscious, he was still slandered as the active shooter. Subsequently, he held a press conference to officially announce his withdrawal from the Black Panther Party and the disbandment of the armed defense force. In 1975, he received a doctorate in law from the University of California, Hastings College of the Law, and then joined the Miller & Gallagher law firm as a lawyer, often providing free legal assistance to black people."
"I don't need a black saint..." Tommy listened to Delia's introduction and said after flipping through the information in his hand:
"I remember you had a great understanding, Delia, and you knew exactly what I wanted."
Delia turned around, looked at Tommy, and said affirmatively, "He meets your requirements."
Tommy looked into Delia's eyes and nodded gently: "Go on."
"In 1976, Earl Rush ran for a seat on the Oakland City Council. He was the first black man in Oakland who had a Black Panther Party identity and sought a political position. Unfortunately, he lost to his Republican opponent. However, he immediately called on his fans to support the white Democratic candidate and cooperate with the Democratic Party. As you know, the Democratic Party is actually more changeable than the Republican Party. It can be more conservative or more radical. The Democratic Party will do whatever the voters want to see. Earl Rush's cooperation with the smooth-minded Democratic Party made many black people very dissatisfied, but he said it very beautifully. He said that racial equality cannot be promoted by black people alone, and white people need to be involved. He wants to serve as a bridge to build mutual trust between blacks and whites." Delia flicked the ash of her cigarette:
"The Democratic Party responded to his overtures and he joined the party, and then the California Democratic Party headquarters office gave him the title of communications coordinator."
Tommy nodded in understanding. "He took the initiative to join the Democratic Party. The Democratic Party gave him some small benefits, which can be regarded as giving him an opportunity within the party. However, the follow-up still depends on his ability to prove himself. After all, his choice is too bold, and the Democratic Party is not sure whether this guy can still help the Democratic Party absorb those black votes. Therefore, they only give him the identity of a communications coordinator for the time being, so that he can move freely. If he has outstanding abilities, then the Democratic Party may support him to run for election at any time. However, if his abilities are ordinary, they may let him stay in this position until he dies."
"That's right. Now he needs the black community to regain their trust in him, let the Democratic Party see his influence in the black community, and give him the opportunity to run for election. So when he heard that a sponsor was going to open a black TV station and wanted to find a black person with a lawyer background to help him run the TV station, he became very interested." Delia said to Tommy.
Tommy continued, "How's his appetite?"
"You want both fame and fortune. You are as greedy as I was when I first met you. But I have to remind you that I just looked down on you carelessly, while he made such a choice after knowing your situation." Delia smiled as she recalled the past when she was schemed against by Tommy because of her greed.
"The Bible says, 'I will grant whatever you ask of me.'" Tommy laughed cheerfully, his face instantly brighter than the sunshine outside the window. He looked at Delia:
"Where is he? I can't wait to meet this interesting, high-level black man."
"Him? Maybe he's helping black criminals fight lawsuits to earn fame... and money." Delia extinguished her cigarette butt on the glass, leaving an ugly gray stain. "He's not only greedy for you, he's like this to everyone. Sometimes people think he's ugly, like this gray stain. I'm also curious, why do you want to find such a black man? Wouldn't it be better to have a black manager who is willing to listen to you, loyal to you, and willing to be your puppet?"
"I'm not looking for a puppet, I'm looking for an opportunity." Tommy stretched out his finger and gently wiped away the smoke stain, making the window spotless again.
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Earl Rush sat in the back seat of his Ford business car, took out a small and exquisite medicine bottle, shook out a few prescription pills from it, and swallowed them orally with bottled water. Then he said to Charlie, the white driver and bodyguard who was sitting in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel with both hands, waiting for his orders:
"Charlie, take me to Fruitvale. I want to meet Russell from BGF."
The driver started the car and took Earl to the black community in Oakland. The so-called BGF, whose full name is the Black Guerrilla Force, is a black street organization founded in California in 1966. Like the Black Panther Party, it was a product influenced by the black civil rights movement. However, this organization is completely different from the Black Panther Party. They have no ideological program, only pure violence. They only know how to rob and sell books under the banner of black civil rights. In fact, the people they kill the most are black people.
This is also the reason why the Black Panther Party was wiped out early, and the Black Guerrillas have grown from the initial fifty or so people to thousands today.
As long as they don't do like the Black Panther Party, purchasing more English versions of "Selected Works of Mao Zedong" than weapons and ammunition, with almost everyone having a copy, and they always keep on saying slogans such as Marxism-Leninism and ending the capitalist plunder of America, which make the conscientious American capitalists sound terrified, then stealing some things, selling some drugs, and killing some innocent people are no big deal to the white masters of the American government, and they can all be tolerated and understood.
Fruitvale is an old black community in Oakland. As soon as you drive into the neighborhood, you will feel like you have stepped into another world. The walls on the street are sprayed with incomprehensible graffiti. Groups of black people gather on the street, staring at this business luxury car that is unlikely to appear in this neighborhood with dull but greedy eyes. Some of them even walk slowly behind the car, trying to figure out where it will stop in the end.
After driving a few hundred meters along the road, Charlie parked the car on the side of the road. Earl did not ask Charlie to get out of the car to open the door for him. He got out of the car on his own initiative and walked towards a two-story house on the street. The five or six black people gathered outside the door smiled when they saw Earl. The leader, a sturdy man with eye boogers hanging from the corners of his eyes, opened his arms in a simple and honest manner:
"Earl, I..."
"Hey, don't touch me! This is a handmade Armani suit. Even if you kill everyone in the entire block, the money you rob won't be enough to buy me this suit! Keep an eye on my car. I don't want Charlie and the car to disappear by the time I finish talking to Russell!" Earl ignored the other party's enthusiasm and said impatiently.
A black man took the initiative to help him open the door, and Earl walked in holding his tie. Before he even stepped in, the pungent smell of hemp, alcohol, sweat, etc. made him lean back involuntarily.
"Earl, my dear brother, the angel of the black people, every time I see you..." At this moment, a strong black man with bare upper body stood up from the sofa in the middle of the living room and spoke with a smile. On the seat next to him were several pistols with the safety off.
Seven or eight black people were scattered in various corners of the living room, looking at Earl Rush, who was dressed in a suit and looked completely different from them.
"Russell, I want you to call me to come over and see you. Just buy me a drink, understand?" Earl looked at Russell, the boss of BGF in this area, and said unhappily, "Don't..."
"Malcolm has been arrested, Earl, you have to help him." Before Earl could finish his words, Russell had already taken the initiative to tell him the reason for meeting him.
Earl Rush turned his head impatiently: "Why did the US government design the position of public defender, Russell? It is to provide basic defense for people who don't want to pay. I am a senior lawyer. Do you know what a senior lawyer means? It means you don't have enough money. Don't expect me to stand in court to help you. You niggers are always like this. What am I? A free lawyer for all black Americans? What did that nigger named Malcolm do?"
"Nothing. He used the names of his mother, sister, aunt and others to borrow money from the three Big Jack brothers in Los Angeles, then imported a batch of goods and started a business. That guy is smart, and we lent him money to let him expand the scale. As a result, the bastard was caught while driving his girlfriend's car to transport goods last week, and ten kilograms of crack were found in the car." Russell walked to the refrigerator, took out two cans of beer, opened one can himself and handed it to Earl, and began to explain the situation.
Earl took the beer and stared at the other person suspiciously: "Just that?"
"No, his girlfriend is the wife of the black policeman who happened to arrest him...so..." Russell sighed: "We just want to expand the scale."
"There are more than 700 police officers in the entire city of Oakland, and there are less than 30 black people among them. Why are these black people not bullied to death by their white colleagues, but provoked to suicide by their lovely compatriots?" Earl Rush roared in dissatisfaction: "Do you know that every black police officer is my friend? Do you know? Do you know how much it costs for me to protect these friends of mine? Black people should be united! And what did you do!"
"Of course we know how to unite. This is just an accident. Earl, we are brothers. You were a member of the Black Panther Party, and I am the BGF. We are revolutionary brothers. You have to help us. You can talk to those white juries and white judges. You have to help us."
"I am no longer a Black Panther, nor am I a revolutionary, but since you are my fellow black people, I am willing to give it a try." Earl took a sip of beer: "Fifty thousand dollars."
Hearing this number, all the black people in the room took a breath.
"Can't you help Malcolm for free? After that guy gets out, I guarantee he will sell the goods as soon as possible to make money and make up for your expenses." Russell said embarrassedly.
The BGF in their area does not have strong financial resources, and fifty thousand yuan is already a huge sum of money for them.
"I'll do it for free. Are you sure that the black policeman whose wife he fucked will do it for free too? Don't I need money to settle this most important role? Fifty thousand dollars, and it's clean money. I don't have time to waste on washing the dirty money you handed over." Earl said with a gloomy face, "I even hope you don't have money, because then I don't have to get myself involved in this mess. Both parties are my friends!"
Russell was silent for a moment, and finally said to Earl: "I will get the money to you as soon as possible. I will ask my brothers to go to Big Jack's bank to borrow some money. In short, I will give it to you cleanly."
"Is his girlfriend involved in selling the goods? Tell me the truth." Earl asked after hearing that the other party was willing to pay.
Russell explained with a serious expression: "No, the original plan was to drag her into the water, and then use her to drag her husband into the water, but it hasn't happened yet... I promise, the woman has no idea at all."
After listening to this, Earl took out a business card from his pocket and threw it on the coffee table: "After the money is transferred to my account, call me to inform me."
At this time, his mobile phone rang. After he answered the phone, Delia's voice rang in his ears: "Tommy Hawke agreed. His TV station needs a black manager with excellent leadership and charm. With my recommendation, he believes you are that person."
"Of course, Ms. Delia Case, thank you for the recommendation," Earl said without changing his expression.
"He wants to talk to you in person tomorrow afternoon."
"I'll be there on time."
After hanging up the phone, Earl looked at Russell and said, "Let me make it clear in advance that this fee is not my consulting fee. I provide help for free. And I can't guarantee that I can save Malcolm, but whether I can save him or not, you have to pay this money. Are you sure?"
"Sure, Malcolm is my brother, and you are my brother too. We trust you." Russell said seriously, "Sorry, Earl, I have to let you..."
"Goodbye. If you feel guilty, don't let me take this kind of business for free next time." After saying that, Earl simply turned around and walked out the door.
He took a deep breath of fresh air outside, then walked to his car, opened the door and got in, and said to the driver, "Go home, Charlie, pack up, we're going to Los Angeles tomorrow."
"I thought Russell wanted you to defend him."
"That's what he asked me to do, but I don't have time to waste on these scum." Earl sat in the back seat and closed his eyes:
"You can take their money and find two rookies to follow up on the case. In the end, I will just stand in court, and after the verdict is announced, I will tell everyone with a heavy face that I tried my best and it's a pity. Then I will personally give a few thousand dollars to Malcolm's family to support them through this difficult time."
