Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 255: We can talk about anything
Martin followed Tommy and asked in a low voice: "Boss, don't tell me that you were the one who caused this."
Tommy walked to a coffee stall on the roadside near the central park and motioned to the owner to give him a cup of coffee and a waffle. Taking the food handed to him by the owner, Tommy took a bite, glanced at Martin, and then continued walking forward.
Martin took out his wallet and gave his boss a bill. Without waiting for the boss to give him the change, he continued to chase Tommy and asked, "Why? I mean... I'm the campaign manager. I should know Jeff's campaign arrangements."
"Martin, this is an accident, so it's normal that you don't know about it, and you're not dark enough. No, I mean, of course your skin is very dark." Tommy swallowed the waffles, took a sip of coffee, stood by the park, and looked at Mrs. Parker who was telling the tragic past with a loud speaker in front of him, and said calmly:
"But your company is not enough. Those employees still need a long time to observe before we can determine whether they are trustworthy. Otherwise, I can't bear to let Page run around at his age. When you have a group of people who don't care whether you are too black or what you ask them to do, you will be qualified to be responsible for these dirty tricks. If one day, I use the same trick to tease black people, and you react as indifferently as Page did after hearing it, it means that you are almost adapted to this kind of life."
Martin rubbed his face vigorously and said through the intercom: "Attention, on-site team members, this is an emergency situation, but don't go forward, stay focused, and listen to my news before taking action."
Mrs. Parker held her grandson in front of her with one hand and held a loudspeaker with the other. She told the cameras and the growing crowd about the tragic experience of her son and wife. She said with tears streaming face:
"I know I shouldn't be here, but I don't know where to go now. I can only use this stupid method to find the reporters who insist on justice on the TV station and the only compatriots I can trust, so as to make the last voice possible before my husband and I die."
"It was the Democratic Party's strong candidate in this district, Ms. Rosario Kennedy, who single-handedly led the trial bill that killed my son and his wife! She allowed those prisoners who were guilty of heinous crimes and should have been sentenced to life imprisonment or even hanged to walk out of the prison with impunity! Allowing them to kill again! She made a mistake! But she does not need to take any responsibility! She can even continue to run for Congress with great fanfare, just like those prisoners who made mistakes and walked out of the prison with impunity!"
As she spoke, her husband opened a large poster with shaking hands and held it above his head to show everyone. It was a bust of Rosario Kennedy, with two blood-red devil horns painted on her head by a child and blood-red fangs sticking out of her mouth. There was also a line of words written next to it: "This devil killed my parents!"
The flashlight kept flashing at the poster. Mrs. Parker weakly held her grandson's shoulders and panted for a long time before she forced herself to continue:
"I know I shouldn't question the candidate behind me because he may not know me and has not heard of this, but... he was used by the hateful Rosario Kennedy and the hateful Democratic Party! I just listened to his entire self-introduction quietly in the corner. He is an ordinary plumber, a volunteer, likes children, has served in the army, and has a harmonious family. The Democratic Party still has six such candidates in this election! What does this show? This is a conspiracy between that evil woman and the Democratic Party! In order to ensure their election, they instigate ordinary people who should not run for election or have no hope of running for election to stand up and dilute the votes, stabilize their own vote pool, and ensure that they can be elected in one fell swoop!"
"That woman must have done this! She is so vicious! She has clearly committed a crime, but she still calls it humanitarian concern. If criminals also need humanitarian concern, then what does America need police and prisons for! Just let this kind of woman decide who gets arrested and who gets released at will! Maybe one day, she will introduce a bill to put all Jews in prison for the sake of the Cubans!"
When the crowd heard the old woman's last words, there was an uproar. A younger policeman spoke up kindly and carefully reminded her, "Madam, please be careful about your tone and wording. This kind of talk is a bit dangerous."
"You said I'm dangerous. Do you think I'm a Jewish woman whose son was murdered? I'm dangerous?" The old woman stared at the policeman who looked younger than her son.
"I'm a dangerous person just for telling the truth! And a Cuban woman who killed Jews in the United States can run for Congress?"
The mature policeman next to him patted his colleague on the shoulder, and used his body to block Mrs. Parker's glaring eyes on his colleague. He lowered his voice and said, "Don't speak casually. There are Jews here. Maybe that female congresswoman will be fine, but if these Jews are provoked, they will complain and have you suspended from work and given leave. It will be as easy as counting money for them."
Mrs. Parker was very emotional. Some elderly Jews tried to comfort her and told her to find a place to rest. Mrs. Parker shook her head. She turned around and looked at the Jeff family who were still standing in a daze behind her. She bowed slightly to Jeff, then took a loudspeaker and said sincerely to her mouth:
"I'm so sorry, young man, I know this is unfair to you, I ruined your rally..."
Jeff quickly waved his hands and said, "It doesn't matter. My rally is not important at all . You can speak freely, ma'am."
The old woman wiped away her tears and said, "I hope you can forgive me... I have no other choice. During this period of time, I kept telling myself one thing."
"Justice does not exist, but it doesn't matter. Mom is still here. I'm sorry, kid." After the old woman said this, she reached out to her waist and raised an old-fashioned pistol in full view of everyone!
However, she did not aim at anyone, but raised the gun to the sky and pulled the trigger without any hesitation in the camera!
“Bang bang bang bang bang~”
People screamed and squatted with their heads in their hands. Jeff pushed the children to his wife and rushed towards the child in front of Mrs. Parker. At the moment Mrs. Parker pulled the trigger, he threw the child to the ground and used his body to block the child.
In the blink of an eye, the bullets were emptied. Only when the bullets were emptied did the two policemen come to their senses. They raised their weapons and shouted to Mrs. Parker to put down her gun and raise her hands. Mrs. Parker did not resist. She threw away the gun and put her hands behind her head. She let the two policemen come over and lock her hands behind her back. She just struggled to her husband and grandson, showing a tearful smile: "I'm sorry, this is the only way I have, the only way I have to make everyone pay attention to the existence of this matter."
When the gunshots rang out, Martin hugged Tommy and hid behind a nearby street lamp. When the gunshots stopped, he carefully poked his head out and asked Tommy, who was actually concerned about whether the coffee was spilled, in shock: "What the hell is going on? Is this an election? Just because the woman's last name is Kennedy, she has to be shot in the head like her husband's great-uncle? Wait, look at Jeff... Jeff, did you also tell him? He... He hugged the child! He hugged the child! God!"
"That wasn't my design. That was his instinct. After all, Jeff likes children. But you know what happened next." Tommy said while biting a waffle.
The police first restrained Mrs. Parker, then carefully searched Mr. Parker and the child. After confirming that neither of them had weapons, they prepared to take them away from the scene along with Mrs. Parker. At this time, Jeff picked up the child and the large loud speaker:
"The child is innocent. He has been frightened today. Don't let him go to the police station to see a darker scene."
"Sir, hand him over to us. I promise that he will be properly taken care of at the police station. Also, please be careful with your wording. If your words just now are investigated, they will be considered as defaming the police and judicial justice." The old policeman stepped forward and negotiated with Jeff.
"Do I need to slander you? If the police department is not dark, the most important thing you should do right now is to arrest the real murderer who killed this child's parents! Instead of letting her run for senator!" Jeff roared like an angry lion.
The onlookers who were startled just now also came to their senses. After hearing Jeff's roar and seeing that the police had taken away not only the two elderly people but also the little boy wearing a Jewish hat, someone immediately couldn't help but speak up: "That's right! You should go catch the murderer who killed the child's parents! Instead of showing off to an old lady who was shooting into the air!"
"Call the South Side Jewish Association! Ask them to go to the police station to help bail out the couple!"
People started talking at once, and even a few strong Jewish people surrounded Jeff and shouted at the police, wanting to help him protect the frightened little boy who was hugging Jeff and burying his head in his shoulders.
"Get out of the way, gentlemen!" The policeman nervously put his hands on his holsters: "You are disrupting the order of the assembly and hindering the police from performing their duties. This is a crime! Back off!"
"Everyone, get out of the way and don't get yourself hurt, Martin! Martin! Let my people handle this matter!" Jeff persuaded the Jews around him and then shouted loudly.
Tommy kicked Martin, who was still half-crouching and looking out in fear, and said, "Tell your on-site team and lawyers to rush over and drive the police away. Let's start the dinner. The famous lawyer who helped the old man with the lawsuit for free is already on his way to the police station."
Martin picked up the intercom and said, "Linda, Todd, take the lawyers over to deal with the police. Let the lawyers go with the old man to the police station. There, there will be lawyers who stand up for justice and take over."
Soon, the election team staff and lawyers who had been on standby rushed over. The lawyers were very professional in this kind of matter and soon left the two policemen speechless. After contacting the police headquarters, they left the children with Jeff and arranged two police cars to maintain order. Then they took the two elderly people accompanied by Jeff's lawyer back to the police station.
After the police left, the Jews nearby came over and tried to take the child from Jeff, but the child seemed terrified and held Jeff's neck tightly, refusing to come down and not responding to anyone.
"I have asked my team members to contact a child psychologist, and they are on their way." Jeff patted the boy on the back and said to everyone, "I'm sorry, everyone. I'm sorry that you got to know me and the Democratic Party in this way. It seems a bit hypocritical for me to say that I don't know these things, but it is true. After these things happened, I don't want to continue this damn fundraising rally. I'm sorry, I just want to go back to the Democratic Committee Office in District 18 to confirm whether this matter is true."
"What if it exists?" a reporter came up to Jeff and asked.
Jeff looked at her and said calmly, "Either ask the Democratic Party Office in District 18 to fire that woman, or I quit the Democratic Party. In short, I can't associate with a murderer."
"You are a candidate for District 18, but this is the South District. District 18 is in the North District of Miami . Why are you holding a fundraising rally in the South District?" the reporter asked puzzledly.
The Jews at the scene were also a little confused. This strong white man looked like he was not very smart, and his words really proved that his brains matched his appearance. A candidate for the 18th constituency in the North District came to the completely unrelated Coral Street in the South District to canvass for votes and raise funds?
Does this mean that the Jews in the South Side will complain that they have too much money and nowhere to spend it, or does he think that all Jewish people have the same weird brains as him?
Donating to the district councillor will at least give you something in return, but donating to other district councillors is worse than buying a ticket to a talk show. After all, the councillor's speech will only make you sleepy, while a talk show can at least make you laugh.
Jeff took a deep breath and then said sincerely, "My campaign manager also told me to focus on the voters in this district. No one would pay attention to me if I came to the South District. This is true. My family and I stood here for a long time, but no one wanted to listen to what I said. But I don't regret it. I am not just here to raise funds. Although this district is not my constituency, I think saying what I want to say here can better represent my determination, even if no one listens."
"If you don't mind, you can say whatever you want to say now. I'm actually quite interested. After all... I've never encountered this kind of situation where a candidate holds a rally across districts before." The reporter did not say bluntly that he had never seen such a strange thing as a candidate crossing districts to come to an unrelated area to raise funds and canvass votes from the public before.
In an election, there may be some non-constituency companies or organizations that donate to candidates, but that is generally because they need them to speak for them in Congress, or they need to go to the candidate's district to develop and show goodwill. Ordinary people rarely support non-district members in such regional congressional elections, unless his personal charm is so dazzling and powerful that people ignore geographical restrictions.
But the big guy in front of him with a fierce face was obviously not that kind of person.
However, although they thought Jeff was a fool, the two or three hundred onlookers around him did not leave. They were as curious as the reporters and wanted to find out what this fool with a not-so-bright brain wanted to promote across regions.
"Uh...should I speak now?" Jeff looked at the reporter, then at the camera, hesitated for a moment, and finally did not take out the speech. Instead, he spoke directly: "Okay, thank you everyone for giving me a chance to speak."
"My name is Jeff Lavine, I'm a plumber, I'm with my wife and four kids, and I'm running for Congress in the special election in Miami's 18th District, with the slogan 'Say No to Cubans.'"
As soon as this slogan was uttered, some people at the scene immediately booed angrily. After all, Little Havana was next door, and there were some Cuban people among the onlookers. When they heard the slogan of this strong white man, they immediately expressed their dissatisfaction.
"Why did we choose this slogan? Why did we come to Coral Street? As early as my great-great-grandfather, the Lavin family had already settled in Miami, Florida. My late father told me that our family had always lived in the South District, not the North District. The Lavin family had lived in Ocho Street in the South District for hundreds of years. It was not until 1959 that we moved from Ocho Street in the South District to our current residence in the North District. My grandfather was a carpenter. His proudest work was a beautiful oak English-style carved wine cabinet he made for the Round Light Bar in Ocho Street. My grandfather always thought that the wine cabinet could After at least a hundred years of history, unfortunately, the wine cabinet and the bar disappeared in just thirty years. Why? Because the Cubans came, and their numbers grew larger and larger. They occupied Calle Ocho and bullied the original neighbors, intimidating, making noise, robbing, and stealing. My father said that Little Havana was originally called Calle Ocho, and the street was full of kind and cheerful European Jewish neighbors, but there were fewer and fewer Jews, and more and more fierce-looking Cubans. Finally, my family couldn't stand it anymore and moved to the North District. The Round Light Bar was also destroyed by an arson attack by Cuban drunkards. "
These words startled many older Jews at the scene. The Round Lamp Bar, a name that had been buried deep in their memories for too long, was definitely not something that the young and strong man in front of them should know. The fact that he could say this name at this moment meant that he was telling the truth, because the Round Lamp Bar had indeed been burned down in 1959, and it was indeed set on fire by a Cuban drunkard.
Jeff's words also made the Jewish elders fall into memories. Ocho Street and Coral Street are both residential areas where Jews mainly live. Jews have lived here since the 1920s and lived in peace with the white and black people nearby until the arrival of the Cubans. These Cubans are too crazy, like cockroaches. When you see a Cuban on the street, there are at least a hundred hiding nearby.
In this way, the Cubans occupied Calle Ocho, and the whites and Jews were forced to leave Calle Ocho due to the increasingly poor living conditions and retreat to Coral Street. When Calle Ocho was completely occupied by the Cubans, they renamed it Little Havana.
Jeff said in a loud voice: "This is why I chose this sentence as my campaign slogan! I don't like Cubans! Why do I dislike Cubans? Because Cubans came here across the ocean and took away the streets where we live, our jobs, our social welfare, and now, Cubans want to take away our national power! When they were running for parliament, they blatantly shouted such arrogant slogans as 'District 18 belongs to Cubans!'"
"When did our American land become Cuban land? My kind fathers, the kind Jewish people, once gave in and ceded Calle Ocho. What was the result? Did the Cubans know how to be grateful? No, they occupied Calle Ocho and quickly invaded the entire Miami. I remember that only Jewish stores sold cigars, coffee beans, straw hats, floral shirts, Cuban specialties and other items. What about now? At every beach, you can only see Cubans hawking. They not only took away the land, but also took away the business that kind Americans depend on for their livelihood!"
The Jews present wanted to applaud Jeff again. Indeed, before the Cubans came, the tourism and small commodity businesses in the South District were almost dominated by the Jews. However, after the Cubans occupied Miami, they almost forced all Jews to withdraw from the small commodity retail business. There was no other way. Before, the Jews sold Cuban cigars, which were all genuine products. They cooperated with Cuban smugglers, smuggled them to Florida, and then the Jews bought these goods and sold them at various tourist attractions. However, after the Cubans occupied Florida, the Cubans completed the closed loop in the business chain. The Jews could no longer buy goods and gradually withdrew from this industry.
So when Jeff mentioned this incident, it reminded the Jews of their past resentment towards the Cubans. They could tolerate things like moving, but they could not accept things like stealing their business.
"I don't want to get involved in politics because I don't understand it. That's not my job. What I should do is help people fix their broken pipes. The country is broken and it needs politicians to fix it."
"I don't want to discriminate against anyone, and I don't want to hurt anyone. Before I ran for office, I was always eager to help anyone I could, whether he was white, black, or yellow, and whether he believed in Christianity, Judaism, or Orthodoxy."
"I always feel that people should help each other. We should not hate each other or be hostile to each other. This world is beautiful and this land is rich. There is enough food and clothing for each of us."
"Until the Cubans showed up, until I heard the campaign slogans that made me so angry that I couldn't stand it, the Republican candidate went on TV and said her slogan was: Cubans run the Cuban District. Because Cubans make up 45% of the population of the 18th District, and the Democratic candidate went on TV and said: This has to be a Cuban seat! Because it's time for Cubans to elect the first Cuban-American citizen to Congress."
"After reading this, I want to say, fuck you Cubans! This is America, that position is called a U.S. House of Representatives seat, not a fucking Cuban House of Representatives seat! You bastards, you don't have the guts to wrestle with Castro, but you want to take advantage of America!"
"Fuck you, Cuba! Fuck you, Cubans! This is my campaign slogan: Fuck you, say no to Cubans!"
"If this country is so serious that it needs to be governed by Cubans who know nothing but suck blood! It would be better for me, a worker who only knows how to repair pipes, to govern it!"
“At least I love this country more than the Cubans do!”
"I didn't starve to death because of the food the United States gave me, I didn't have to sleep on the streets because of the tents the United States gave me, I got my citizenship because of the kindness of the Americans, and after I had enough to eat and drink, I continued to think of myself as a Cuban! Now, I'm standing up and brazenly saying I want to govern for the Americans?"
“If even Cubans dare to say that it is their turn to take the stage and run this country after being oppressed for so long, I want to ask, why can’t the Jews, who are more miserable than the Cubans, run this country!”
“Why can’t black people who are more miserable than Cubans run this country? Why can’t even the countless Asians who sacrificed their lives for the American railways run this country?”
"At least the Jews, whites, blacks, and Asians have contributed and sacrificed too much for this country, but since the Cubans smuggled into the United States in large numbers in 1955, they have done nothing except giving birth to little Cuban cubs like anchovies with amazing fertility, and then using a bunch of cubs to suck the blood of social welfare! Most of them live on social welfare and odd jobs, and many of them don't even know what paying taxes means, because from the day they arrived in this country, the word tax has never appeared."
"What's even more terrifying is that these Cubans will send money back to Cuba, urging their Cuban relatives to continue to sneak across the border, and then come to the United States to have Cuban children, taking away everyone's social welfare, generation after generation. In this way, from the initial 10,000 people, it has become 40,000, and then the entire Miami has fallen, and the entire Florida has fallen. There is no need for Cuba to go to war with us, these Cubans have completed a legal invasion."
"Then, these Cubans, who have made no contribution to the United States and only know how to suck blood, can't wait to officially announce that they, the Cubans, want to manage the United States."
"Fuck you! Cubans! As long as I'm alive, don't even think about invading this land that I love so much! I will protect this country just like these two dogs on my back guard the graves of my comrades!" When Jeff said this, he put the boy down, and excitedly tore his T-shirt with his hands, revealing the bully dog tattoo on his back to everyone.
"This is what I want to say, everyone. I don't need you to donate money to me, because even if you donate, I can't make any promises. I just want to find a place to show my determination and tell everyone that the Cubans have not completely occupied the 18th District. I am still here, and the Americans are still here!"
"As long as I am here, and as long as the American spirit remains, the Cubans will never be able to complete their evil invasion!"
"I will guard this land. Americans who love this country will protect this rich land!"
"God bless America, God bless Florida, God bless Miami, God bless Americans!"
"Thank you all for listening to my rude speech due to anger. Thank you." Jeff waved to everyone and then picked up the boy:
"Finally, I implore you to focus on the two elderly people. After all, they need your support more. Don't let this land of freedom have power again. Don't let the tragedy of Cubans murdering Jews happen again in this land where we have lived for generations. God is with us."
After saying that, Jeff turned around neatly and prepared to leave with his family. As he turned to leave, warm applause suddenly broke out behind him.
The reporter also stuttered as he introduced the candidate, Jeff Lavine, to the camera: "We can see that although his eloquence is not as good as other politicians we have seen, his emotions are sincere. At this moment, there are about two hundred people present, spontaneously applauding, because Lavine keeps his word. He refused donations from the people in this area, and did not even distribute personal information or any obvious publicity methods. After he finished his speech, he was ready to get on the bus and leave."
The Jews in the area originally thought that after this guy finished speaking, some team members would come up to call for donations or distribute flyers, but unexpectedly, Jeff and his team members got on the bus and left.
This time, it was the Jews at the scene who could no longer sit still. Several old men shouted, “Mr. Lavin! Mr. Lavin! We are moved by your speech and shocked by your sincerity. But I think it’s better for that boy to stay here. After all, he is a Jew. And if the old man comes back, I think they will come back here too…”
"Gina, take Stephen and pretend to be late. Remember to remind Stephen that idiot is wearing a Jewish hat. No matter what you say, I want you two to take the boy to Jeff's house to stay temporarily as a Jewish couple." Tommy saw Jeff was about to leave and a Jewish man stopped Jeff and wanted to keep the boy. He dialed the phone and spoke.
Stephen’s voice came from the other end of the phone: “Why are you taking the boy to Jeff’s house?”
"This way the old man can move in legitimately. In the next period of time, I want TV stations and newspapers to line up and ask Jeff Lavine to appear in all possible media. Play the role of a good couple and don't mess it up." Tommy hung up the phone and dialed Paige's number while saying to Martin beside him, "Let BT broadcast this news nationwide tonight, and all Florida newspapers that are more nativist should also put Jeff's name on it. Also, remember to announce one thing to the public. Jeff will help the old man raise the cost of the lawsuit."
Martin nodded. Before he could say anything, Tommy had already dialed Paige's number: "Jeff is about to leave. Paige, haven't those black people who helped Jeff install the billboards in Little Havana been beaten? It's just across the street. Is the news spreading so slowly? It has already started. That's great."
Hearing Tommy's words, Martin widened his eyes. "While Jeff was cursing the Cubans, my nigger brothers were helping him install billboards in Little Havana? Shit, am I the only one left in the Tucker family after today? Speaking of which, I haven't bought insurance for them yet..."
"What should we do? Either you replace them?" Tommy hung up the phone and asked Martin.
Martin shook his head decisively: "No, it's better for everyone to do their own job. If they are in the hospital, I will buy flowers and visit them."
Tommy looked at Martin and nodded with satisfaction: "The affection between you black brothers is really touching."
"That's all? Broadcast the news and announce that Jeff supports the old man, right?" Martin repeated what Tommy had just told him.
Tommy looked at Gina who appeared in the distance with Stephen, and the Jews who were attracted again. "No, Jeff's union is the Miami City Plumbing Workers Association. You have to take time to accompany Jeff to his union. Don't ask them to support Jeff. Find the union leaders and understand their needs. As long as they are willing to strike in support of the Jews, anything can be discussed."
