Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 309 White Devil
The Five Cities Black Riot in the United States has many nicknames in historical records. Many lower-class blacks and Latino mixed-race blacks called that violent activity by the mob of blacks the Five Cities Uprising.
Koreans call it the battle for Korean Americans to gain a foothold in the five states of America.
Although it is called the Five Cities Riot, in fact the main battlefields of the riots have been in Los Angeles, Baltimore, Miami, New York and Boston in California. The number of deaths, destroyed buildings and looted goods in those four cities combined are not as serious as that in Los Angeles alone.
At least from the news, those four cities were barely able to control the situation with the help of the local National Guard, but in Los Angeles, the governor of California took the initiative to ask the federal government for help. The president solemnly announced that in his dual capacity as the President of the United States and the Commander-in-Chief of the United States Armed Forces, he issued an executive order, asking the Northern Command of the United States Department of Defense to take out the counter-insurgency plan that had been formulated as early as the 1960s to specifically deal with the black racial riots in the United States. The power of the California governor to command the California Army National Guard was taken back by the federal government, and the Los Angeles Joint Task Force was formed with the troops stationed near California and the California National Guard to enter Los Angeles to control the situation.
The total force included 10,000 soldiers from the National Guard, 2,000 soldiers from the 7th Infantry Division of the U.S. Army, and 1,500 soldiers from the Marine Corps Armored Reconnaissance Battalion. The troops marched into the city and took over various important buildings. The curfew in Los Angeles was soon lifted, and banks, schools, etc. were reopened.
Moreover, on the emerging Internet, in newspapers, and on television news, there were reports everywhere of American soldiers maintaining order and commending the joint forces for their significant contributions in controlling the riots and restoring order.
People praised the President for his decisive order, admired the Governor for seeking help as soon as he realized the situation was out of control, felt relieved that the mayor quickly declared a curfew and mobilized the National Guard to replace the police to maintain order, and were proud that local white residents spontaneously helped Korean Americans resist the riots.
In the whole incident, only the stupid and cowardly Los Angeles police chief finally resigned. The president of BT TV Network, who was suspected of using the TV station to incite the emotions of black people and promote racial riots, and the California black politician Earl Rush committed suicide by jumping off a building before learning that he would be investigated.
The Eagle's Nest, Beverly Hills.
"According to the statistics given by the police, the week-long riots in Los Angeles caused a total of 82 deaths, including 5 Korean residents, 42 African residents, and 35 Hispanic residents." Dennis read the casualties of the riots in the newspaper and looked at the people present with an incredible expression on his face:
"What the Hell! We just helped the Koreans kill a few hundred niggers or Latin American mixed-race niggers, and there are so many niggers with legal status among them? This ratio is a bit high, Mr. Gore, you should pay attention to this issue in Congress. If this continues, America will be occupied by niggers sooner or later! I'm not kidding, I have fucked Latin American women, and my men have also fucked Latin American women. I agree with him, that is, sleeping with Latin American women is like poking a hole in the bottom of a garbage bag with a golf club, and garbage will fall out of that hole in an endless stream~ Imagine how horrible it would be to have garbage everywhere in America, and what's more horrible is that even then, the government will not forget to collect sanitation and cleaning taxes from good citizens like me..."
"Mr. Herbert, uh... I mean we can talk about something..." Gore was not used to the way Dennis spoke. This guy always had a sense of excitement as if he had just finished taking marijuana, just like now, talking about the riots and sleeping with Latin women, and then jumping to devaluing trash and paying taxes.
Dennis ignored Gore's discomfort and interrupted him to continue: "Listen to me. In order to make ourselves feel that we are not losing out when paying taxes, you know what poor white people like us should do? We should make our own garbage. That's right, we should take the initiative to fool around with some Latina women, and then disappear after having sex. In this way, when paying taxes, we can hypnotize ourselves and regard taxes as prostitution money."
"When Congress heard your understanding of citizens' taxation, it must have thought that this sentence was suitable for popularizing the tax obligation among American male citizens." Gore could only shrug and make a not-so-funny joke.
Ted took out a videotape and put it into the VCR, then turned on the TV: "Welcome to the reality show starring Tommy Hawke. I have to admit that this bastard has always been the best party host in SSD."
The camera lens in the picture clearly swept across the streets near Koreatown in South Los Angeles, and then pulled down to the roof of Koreatown. On the roof, dozens of white people holding weapons stood side by side with Koreans, observing the movements of the surrounding streets. It can be felt that no matter whether they are white or Korean, they always subconsciously cast their eyes downstairs.
The camera follows their occasional stealth glances downward, and finally captures a figure in a white robe with his face covered by a hood at the main entrance of Koreatown. He stands in front of the gate of Koreatown, instructing two companions who also hid their faces to hang the bodies of black people on the street lights outside the main entrance of Koreatown.
Just when everyone thought that the man in the white robe would keep his face hidden, he actually put down his hood, turned around and revealed himself to the camera: Tommy Hawke.
Behind him were several black bodies hanged high up, and a devastated building riddled with bullet holes. He opened his arms under his wide white robe and said:
"I have said before, you cannot hang them, but I can. I will keep my word, and God is my witness."
"Stop!" Tommy suddenly shouted to the camera to pause, then took a deep breath and turned around twice on the spot, and said to the cameraman unconfidently: "Did the lines I just said sound a little too strong? It didn't sound like I was telling the old guys that I had done it, but more like asking the believers to kneel down and stick their butts up. Change it, that would be disrespectful to everyone watching this video. Let me think... Got it, come on, you two, untie that unlucky black guy and hang him up again, and then we'll shoot it again! For the last time! I promise!"
The unfortunate black man was slowly hung up again. Tommy turned around and looked at the camera. His face was full of holiness and peace. He began to recite the Bible softly:
"The Lord said to Noah, 'The time of all flesh has come to an end, for violence has filled the earth. I will destroy them along with the earth. '"
"That sacred expression is a little too exaggerated, Tommy, you..." The photographer interrupted Tommy's performance behind the camera. Judging from the voice, the person taking the photo was Ted himself.
Tommy, who was interrupted, angrily cursed at the camera: "Just shoot it like this! Ted! I managed to hold back my laughter! And I tried my best to pose as compassionate and holy as possible! Fuck! You ruined it all! This is the first time I know that actors in filming have such hard times! I've been enduring the smell of nigger blood and Korean kimchi for five takes! I'm about to get a rhinitis attack! Even if those dead niggers aren't tired, I'm going to throw up! Being an actor is not an easy job, I can't believe I was so ignorant before that I complained about their high income!"
"Honestly, actors won't use those niggers behind you as props. You deserve a higher pay," Ted laughed.
"That's right, so my salary is higher than that of ordinary actors, which is very reasonable, right?" Tommy, dressed in a white robe, looked directly at the camera and asked with a smile:
"One last question, how much should I get paid for this show?"
The video ended, and the TV screen was filled with noise again. Ted looked at everyone present and asked, "How is my shooting?"
"If I were you, I would find a white female star wearing a white robe to do what Tommy just did. It's best if the robe is revealing, low-cut, with exposed thighs, you know what I mean? A soprano singing hymns. As soon as Tommy appeared in the camera, I knew he was trying hard to hold back his laughter. In fact, he really wanted to dance disco in front of the black people..." Dennis frowned, thought for a while, and expressed his opinion seriously.
Gore looked at Ted. "I can't say much, but my father really enjoyed watching it. He asked me several times if the niggers behind Tommy were fake people trying to make him happy. When he found out they were not, he cursed Tommy for being a cruel bastard."
"Anything else?" Ted continued.
Gore hesitated. "He told me to learn from him. My father was very angry when he found out that I didn't secretly wear a white robe to cover my face and come to Los Angeles to watch Koreans kill niggers. He called me a softie and said that Tommy should teach me what cruelty is."
"It sounds like your father will express his support for him, right?" Ted smiled with relief.
"Of course, he is already 90 years old, so he is prepared to give up his seat," Gore said with some regret.
"Excuse me, Mr. Gore, your father is...your father is a member of the fucking SSD Brotherhood Gray Cardinals? Is this hereditary?" Dennis heard the conversation between the two and widened his eyes. "If I were an ordinary white man, how could I become a member of the Gray Cardinals, the small group that can control the resources of the organization from a higher perspective?"
"If you were an ordinary white person, you wouldn't be able to show up in this room in Tommy's house." Ted said to Dennis frankly, "After I deal with Tommy's problem, I want to talk to you about your plan."
Dennis said puzzledly, "You talk to me? This is Tommy's job."
" After that, I will replace Tommy and become your friend. In addition to you, Mr. Gore may also be included. I will be his friend next. Tommy no longer needs exposure in the association, but if I still want to join the bishops' group to accompany him, I need to work hard to use the resources such as media and newspapers in my hands to establish good relationships with the brothers in the association. Tommy is the first, Charles is the second, and I am the third. This is the order. I don't want to fall too far behind them. And if the three of us can be promoted in turn, we can tie the extremely difficult record of three brothers from the same school being promoted to members of the bishops' group in a row, which is maintained by the West Point branch." Ted said.
"Why is Charles ranked second? I mean, even if Tommy gives you a lot of things, he will still be faster than you."
"His father-in-law is the Secretary of Defense who rules the Pentagon, his wife controls the largest fund of US foreign aid at the United States Agency for International Development, and he himself is in the President's Office responsible for giving the President various ideas, so he will definitely join before me. Is this a sufficient reason?"
"I started nodding my head in agreement when you said the first sentence." Dennis said to Ted seriously, "It couldn't be fairer. I was proud of myself for being the fastest to be promoted to lieutenant among my West Point alumni. I feel relieved after hearing what you said. Does the Deputy Secretary of Defense have a daughter? Or if the Deputy Secretary is a woman, I can accept it. Even if the Deputy Secretary's mother is still alive, she can tell me. I have a subordinate named Glenn. He likes mature women, and he is 22cm long. He has never failed with mature women. I got into trouble one year but was not expelled. Thanks to a 57-year-old widowed American beauty on the New York State University System Student Ethics Committee, Glenn used 22 to persuade her."
After listening to this, Ted looked at Gore. Gore turned his face away, and Ted rubbed his face vigorously with both hands: "I think that what I said just now that I would be friends with you may be a bit hasty now."
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Livingston, SSD General Assembly.
The surroundings were still pitch black, with only the faint light from the candles. Tommy Hawkes was wearing a white robe and standing at the beginning of the entrance passage of the ceremony hall. Under his feet was a red carpet extending forward . On both sides sat the surviving brothers of SSD who had received the invitation and came to watch the ceremony. At the front of the hall at the end of the red carpet, in the candlelight, a figure in a gray robe was supported by two people in white robes. He stood in the front. The white-robed waiter on his right was holding a golden incense burner, and smoke was rising from the gilded hollow body of the burner. The white-robed waiter on his left was holding a slender scepter.
The man in gray took the scepter from the waiter, held it in his hand, and tapped the floor twice with the end of the scepter, making a "dong dong" sound.
Hearing the sound of the scepter, Tommy, wearing a white robe, walked along the red carpet towards the man in gray robe, humming softly:
"Amazing grace, how sweet it is, poor me, I am pardoned, I was lost but now I am on the right path, I was blind but now I see, I have broken through the snares, I have been through hardships, I am coming back, grace has favored me, brothers have supported me, the light has guided me, I am finally home..."
Looking at Tommy Hawke who was slowly walking towards him, the gray-robed man on the stage tried to speak loudly in an old and vague voice:
“I saw the Lamb opening the first of the seven seals, and I heard one of the four living creatures say with a voice like thunder, ‘Come!’”
"I saw a white horse in front of me. I gave it a crown and it was invincible!"
Tommy walked up to the other party, his shoulders shaking, his arms wide open, his white robe falling to the ground, revealing his naked strong body. The gray-robed man took off his gray robe himself, revealing his old face underneath. He personally helped Tommy put on his own gray robe, then walked down the platform with difficulty, stood at the bottom of the steps, raised his head slightly and looked at Tommy, who was already wearing a gray robe, and took the golden incense burner and scepter from the two white-robed waiters. He stood on the platform and said calmly:
“When the Lamb opened the fourth of the seven seals, I heard the fourth living creature shouting, ‘Come!’”
"I saw a gray horse coming out from a height! His name is Righteous, also known as White Devil, and Hell follows him!"
Tommy stared straight ahead, neither happy nor sad, humming an unfinished hymn:
"The body and mind are mortal, life is extinct, only grace is like an inexhaustible spring, the earth will eventually melt like snow, the sun will also fade and die, only God will be with you forever, continuing and changing, until eternal life..."
The old man turned around, faced the crowd watching the ceremony, and said loudly: "Let us witness the birth of another member of the SSD Brotherhood of Gray Cardinals, the White Devil, Tommy Hawke!"
