Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 300 Multiple Choice Questions in Political Science
"Me? Fuck!" Glenn glared at Dennis and cursed.
Dennis looked puzzled: "Why are you so angry?"
"Dennis, you fucking asked me to be a pawn, and then you asked me with an innocent look why I was so fucking angry?" Glenn stared at Dennis as if he were an alien. "This is not West Point, and this is not Turkey. If I get lost, I can still walk back to the base safely. This is fucking Lebanon!"
“What about Lebanon?”
"How is it? Lebanon is simply the anus of the earth! The dirtiest, smelliest, and rottenest place!" Glenn was so angry at Dennis' innocent tone that he laughed: "In a country where Israel invaded the south, Syria controlled the north, and the various armed forces in the country are still fighting a civil war! You want me to be a hostage for armed terrorists? I don't even know which organization my informant is from, and whether his beliefs are pro-Israel, pro-Iran, or pro-Syria."
"I believe they believe in the image of Franklin, just as we do," Dennis said.
"And I'm helping you. You understand? This is an opportunity, Glenn. You're still one commendation away from promotion. Just imagine, a black American officer sacrificed himself to save civilians. If the news gets back to the country, what kind of shock will it cause? You'll become a more famous black man than Martin Luther King. West Point will even build a bronze statue in your memory."
"I refuse. Why don't you keep this precious opportunity for yourself? I don't want to be Martin Luther King, I don't want to be a bronze statue, and I don't want to die in Lebanon."
"You are useless even if I give you a chance, Glenn . All you can do is follow me around and lick my genitals with your black lips! Don't even think about being on the same level as me." Dennis cursed angrily when he heard Glenn's refusal:
"Okay, because you're such a coward, let's adjust the plan. I'll tell your informant that I'll trade with him in person with cash, and you don't have to use collateral. But while I'm solving the cash problem, you have to make sure that the other party is not using fake information to deceive me. Otherwise, I'll hang you at the gate of the peacekeeping base, blow you to pieces with a vehicle-mounted machine gun, and then blame your death on the Syrian army. Don't worry about anyone doubting it, the Israelis will definitely be willing to be eyewitnesses to prove that they saw with their own eyes that it was the Syrian armed forces who killed you."
Glenn was used to being scolded, so he smiled sarcastically: "Call your good brother Tommy and ask for a loan in the name of getting a woman pregnant?"
"It's just fifty thousand dollars. Do I need Tommy to help me prepare it? Get out there and do what you should do! Nigga! Just wait for the money to appear in front of you!" Dennis cursed at Glenn viciously:
"If you were priced at three dollars a hundred years ago, no white person would be willing to pay for your kind of stuff! Only the kind-hearted Dennis Herberts was willing to take care of you! And the way you repaid him was that you rejected him! You rejected him who was kind and truly friendly to niggers! Fuck!"
Before Glenn left, he looked at Dennis and asked without any emotion, "So, how are you going to make the money appear in front of me?"
"Call Tommy," Dennis said with a breath.
"I knew it."
…
"Is this all your high school friends experienced in Lebanon?" Condoleezza Rice, a professor of political science at Stanford University, asked Tommy, smiling as she sat across from her seat.
Tommy shrugged. "I left out some of it. Some things that weren't very interesting."
"It's okay. I'm curious about everything. Maybe I'm interested. Who knows." Rice asked his assistant to prepare another cup of hot coffee for Tommy. Then he gestured to Tommy to continue, and adjusted his sitting posture to indicate that he would listen more carefully.
Tommy took a sip of coffee and said helplessly to Susan's favorite professor, "Of course no problem."
The other party was only thirty-six years old. Although she was a complete black, she was more polite than 99.99% of the white people on the earth. This was all thanks to her father's training since she was a child.
There is a reason why Susan likes Rice. In fact, many Stanford students admire Professor Rice. Before she was 19 years old, this woman was very well protected by her father. She had no idea what racial equality was and didn't care about politics. She had been working hard under her father's supervision to become the greatest black pianist in the United States.
When she was eight years old, black people all over the United States were busy demonstrating and marching to fight for equality. Neighbors and relatives invited her family to take to the streets, but her father chose to stand guard at the door with a gun and drive away the blacks because their slogans would affect his daughter's piano practice.
She also asked her father why he didn't join the march and demonstration with everyone else. Her father asked her to concentrate on practicing the piano and told her that black people could not gain real respect through collective activities such as appeals and demonstrations.
To gain respect in this world which is unequal now and will never be equal in the future, you need to work twice as hard to make yourself stronger, so strong that white people will separate you from the black group and respect you.
That respect isn't because they pity you for being a black woman, but because, you deserve it.
As for those black people who don't want to work hard and just want people to respect them by taking to the streets and shouting a few slogans, it will only backfire.
After she officially chose music as her major in college, she found that her musical talent, which had been praised by her black neighbors, was not worth mentioning here. She decided that she could not become the greatest black female pianist, so she considered changing her major. While auditing courses in other majors, she accidentally heard Professor Joseph Korbel's international politics course. She was very interested in the differences and confrontations between the two ideologies of the Soviet Union and the United States.
Later, when she was teaching at Stanford University, she told the students that she just had an idea at the time, and she simply wanted to discuss with the professor: if there were black people in the Soviet Union, would they also be oppressed, discriminated against, or even deprived of the right to vote? Then she couldn't stop herself and stepped into the door of political science.
Although she only started studying political science in the second half of her sophomore year, she still graduated on time with excellent grades. When she graduated, she was already a member of FBK, the oldest academic honor fraternity in the United States, the vice president of the University of Denver branch of ACO, the equal rights sorority, and the secretary general of LSF, the campus volunteer fraternity.
It wasn't surprising that she was a member of three major fraternal organizations. What was strange was that it was 1974 and she was a black woman.
After obtaining a master's degree in political science, she went straight to the Federal State Department's Bureau of Educational and Cultural Affairs for an internship to start her career. However, because she hated then-President Carter, after the internship, she gave up her well-paid job and went to Moscow State University to study Russian. She then joined the RAND Corporation while pursuing a doctorate.
When 18-year-old Tommy was busy reselling cigarettes to make money in 1982, 26-year-old Rice obtained her doctorate and was hired as a researcher at the Center for International Security and Cooperation at Stanford University. In the same year, she became an assistant professor of political science at Stanford University. In 1985, she spoke at the National Arms Control Experts Seminar held at Stanford University. Some of her ideas attracted the attention of President Ford's National Security Advisor Brent, who then began to pay attention to Rice's research and political ideas. When President Bush took office, Brent invited Rice to be President Bush's expert on Soviet issues.
This 36-year-old black woman currently has two formal jobs, one is teaching political classes to Stanford students, and the other is teaching political classes to the President.
She can also complain in formal occasions that because of her work for the president, she has not yet completed her courses at Stanford University at a normal pace and obtained tenure.
Tommy also liked this woman. She didn't look like a black woman, but more like a white man. She was probably a gender and skin color reversed version of Charles.
"Well, actually, after the fifty thousand dollars, some small things happened, small things that are not worth mentioning." Tommy was silent for a moment, looked at Rice, and asked a tentative question:
"For example, an American lieutenant, with his useless soldiers, dressed in the uniforms of the French peacekeeping forces, robbed the Iranian bank vault in Tyre, Lebanon, in the name of rescuing Israeli hostages."
Rice was stunned for a few seconds after hearing this, then held his forehead with his hand: "So two days ago, in the southern Lebanese city of Tyre, pro-Iranian terrorist organizations attacked pro-Syrian terrorist organizations and various refugee camps controlled by the French, resulting in thousands of refugees. The whole world is analyzing why Iran violated the ceasefire agreement. The reasons include that the Israeli-backed Christian militia organizations were sabotaging in Tyre, pro-Syrian terrorist organizations intercepted supplies, and even the UN peacekeeping forces tried to cross the line. The real reason is..."
"That's right. Dennis didn't use the 50,000 dollars to buy information about the hostages. Instead, he bought another piece of information about a bank. Then he robbed the bank and divided up a portion of the gold he stole. The remaining money was enough for him to buy the real information about the hostages."
"I want..." Rice turned his head slightly to take a breath, then sat back and continued to look at Tommy, trying to keep himself calm: "France is our ally, they have intelligence agencies, they will find out sooner or later, this will affect the international image of the United States and the President, your high school classmates will be court-martialed, I have never heard of any country's military's action goal is to rob a bank under the pretext of saving people."
"That's the situation. Dennis's condition is very simple. If the president wants the CIA to use intelligence to rescue the hostages, then... they will clean up his mess. The stolen goods have been distributed to his members of the Heroic Squad. Those guys want to return home and retire. They don't care whether it's an honorary retirement or not. Anyway, what they did in Lebanon is enough for retirement, but they hope to be commended by the president in person ." Tommy sighed:
"If the president thinks they are a bunch of rubbish, Dennis will report the intelligence to the Pentagon's Army Intelligence Agency according to regular procedures. This way, the president can stay out of it. The Pentagon will be responsible for how to deal with rubbish like Dennis, and the hostages can be rescued. Of course, the domestic people will also understand that the CIA intelligence system that the president was previously in charge of is a piece of shit, and he can't do anything overseas."
"Politically speaking, this is not a very difficult question. It's just a matter of whether the president should save face or votes."
Rice ignored Tommy's chattering and quickly pulled his thoughts away from the pile of words. He smiled and asked Tommy:
"Having said that, what do you want?"
