America 1982

The three brothers of Big Jack's family, Bernard, Stanley, Josh, and several other members of Compton's executioner, stood in front of the big man Martin with puzzled faces at this moment.

Mr. Page, who was next to Martin, held a stack of certificates in his hand and looked through the names on each certificate. The person whose name he read came forward to receive the brand new certificate handed over by Page.

As the head of Jack's family, Bernard was the last to get the certificate with his name on it from Mr. Page.

Bernard is a tall and sturdy black man with a thick beard on his chin and a strong inverted triangle figure. Just standing there gives him a fierce aura that prevents strangers from entering. In fact, this is indeed the case. Today In Compton, both the Crip Gang and the Blood Gang must give Bernard face.

That's not to say that his fighting ability is amazing. Of course, Bernard is indeed very good at fighting, but that's not the point. The point is that after he joined the army and retired, he received prison guard training and then became a member of the Los Angeles Men's Central Jail under the jurisdiction of the Los Angeles County Police Department. A prison guard.

It was only after he took the blame for his boss that he was dismissed and imprisoned for three years. He lost his job as a prison guard and returned to the streets of Compton.

Some people may be curious, why does a former prison guard who has served in prison make the Blood Gang and Crip Gang worry? Of course, the prison guards are not scary. What is scary is the Los Angeles County Police Department, the institution where Bernard once worked.

The Los Angeles County Police Department is the largest law enforcement agency in the United States, with 9,700 badged officers.

At the same time, it is also the largest police department in the United States. It is responsible for an area of ​​4,057 square miles. In addition to the Los Angeles County area, there are 42 small cities and population living areas without police departments in the Los Angeles area of ​​California. It chooses to focus on public security. Work is entrusted to the Los Angeles County Police Department.

The most important point is that the Los Angeles County Police Department is responsible for the operation, maintenance and management of all prison systems in the entire Los Angeles area. It is also the largest prison system in the United States.

There are more than 40 large and small cities and more than a dozen jails, detention centers or correctional facilities that require the direct management of the Los Angeles County Police Department. Therefore, although it has as many as 9,000 employees, it is still severely understaffed.

In order to ensure that the work of the police department can be carried out in an orderly manner, the Chief of the Los Angeles County Police Department, Sherman Bullock, a Jew, came up with a genius idea, which is to select gangs in various jurisdictions that are trustworthy and willing to cooperate with the police, relying on their Help to complete the work of undermanned police officers.

This eliminates the need for additional labor costs and ensures that someone will do the trivial work.

There were more than 300 gangs active in the Los Angeles area at the time. The police officers of the Los Angeles County Police Department carefully selected and selected 30 of them, ensuring that there were members of the 30 gangs in all parts of the jurisdiction, including in various prisons. active.

The dozens of sheriffs, sergeants, deputy sheriffs, and jail wardens affiliated with the Los Angeles County Police Department are each responsible for directing a gang to ensure that they have enough manpower to carry out their work.

In just a few years, this method of black-and-white cooperation has allowed the number of police officers with gang identities in the Los Angeles County Police Department to reach 17% of the total number, that is, for every 100 police officers in the Los Angeles County Police Department, 17 Have a gang identity.

The initial thirty gangs have continued to annex and expand, leaving only eighteen today. Although the total number has become smaller, they have become more powerful.

(PS: In order to prevent readers from thinking that I am exaggerating, let me explain first that I did not make up these information. The open mouth in the police department is a real existence of the Los Angeles County Police Department. America is so free that the police chief can also serve as a gang boss. , compared with others, Lei Luo is not worth mentioning. After all, Lei Luo still has to run away, and the righteous police officer who reported the Los Angeles County Police Chief's involvement in gangs was directly driven to his door by his former police colleagues in a police car and shot. They shot at the front door of his house to silence him, and the investigation ended in failure. The incident happened again in 2012, but the director who set up this black-and-white cooperation mechanism has passed away. It finally lasted 8 years. By 2020, he was responsible for connecting with a certain gang. The new director, who is now the second generation, was ultimately charged with obstructing justice and was sentenced to three years. He was eventually released from prison in two years.)

Bernard Jack, while serving as a corrections officer, was a senior member of the Compton Executioners, one of the eighteen agency gangs of the Los Angeles County Police Department, whose main membership was concentrated in the Men's Central Jail.

No matter how arrogant the Blood Gang and the Crip Gang are in Compton, they must show enough respect to the Big Jack brothers, because once they decide to kill or make enemies of the Big Jack brothers, then the Blood Gang or the Crip Gang will have a large number of prisoners. The two brothers will receive double revenge from Bernard's former colleagues and gang brothers.

"Radio transmission license?" Bernard took the certificate from Martin and read the words on it. Then he raised his head and looked at Martin in confusion: "What is this thing for? Mr. Hart?"

After Page handed out all the certificates in his hand, Martin looked at the people in front of him who were full of doubts: "You are all curious now, why are you now a black man with a certificate? It's simple, because there are so many niggas in Los Angeles. This is a TV station that I personally like very much. I want to cooperate with them and bring them money together. Unfortunately, they don’t appreciate it. They just want me to fuck their ***. They don’t have enough respect for me, a nigger from Miami. I If someone fucks my ***, they will ask them to get a physical examination first. They don't care about hygiene, which is blasphemy to me."

"I can bring someone to help you teach those guys a lesson, Mr. Hart." Josh, the youngest son of the Jack family and the most enthusiastic of the African Star, said after hearing Martin's words.

Mrs. Jack dragged her plump body out of the kitchen. The tray she held in both hands contained freshly baked pies. The old woman walked up to Martin first and motioned for him to try her cooking skills. At the same time, she looked at her son with dissatisfaction. Josh: "Listen to Mr. Hart, Josh, don't fight and hurt people, stay with Mr. Hart and learn how to be a high-class man."

Martin took a piece and took a bite. He first praised the old lady's cooking skills. After Mrs. Jack put the pie down with pride and went to the kitchen to prepare other food, he continued to say to several people:

"You guys are no longer street niggas, Josh, do you understand? I spent a lot of money to help you get a real license, and there are several expensive broadcast transmitter systems in the car outside. I'm not asking you to help. I kill people and set fires, just like your mother said, you have to follow me and learn how to be a high-class person."

"Okay, Mr. Hart." Josh nodded seriously after hearing Martin's words.

Seeing Josh's sincere nod, Martin said happily: "You are good scholars among black people. You have recently studied radio signal transmission and reception hard. For example, Josh, you are one kilometer away, Bernard is here, your receiver can After receiving the picture sent by Bernard, of course, you cannot practice at home, you have to practice near the transmitting stations of those TV stations, and practice during prime time every day, so...it is legal broadcast signal interference."

Stanley, the second eldest brother, was the calmest of the three brothers. At this time, he understood the meaning of Martin's words and expressed his own understanding: "That is to say, we use external equipment to allow the viewers of those TV stations to see The footage we sent?”

"Yes, the transmitter power and call signs outside are more advanced than those of those TV stations, but I must reiterate that I gave it to you because you are eager to learn and want to become media technology talents among black people, not because you deliberately hijack those TV stations. Poor TV station's broadcast signal!" Martin looked at the people with a righteous look and swallowed the pie:

"You are here to gain knowledge! You are here to learn broadcasting, and you are here to change the American television industry. You are the most promising among black people!"

"How about showing some short movies for everyone to watch for free?" Josh figured out Martin's idea at this time, grinned, and asked his companions excitedly: "I am willing to contribute my favorite personal collection, "Little Red Riding Hood" "With the Big Black Wolf," the story of a white girl and her mature grandmother fighting a black werewolf."

Martin frowned: "It's very bad to spread this kind of small movie. It can easily arouse the audience's boredom, and it will also make people suspect that you deliberately hijacked the signal to play the small movie to cause trouble for the TV station. My suggestion is that you can just spread the song. You It is normal to use signals to spread songs with friends because you have a license, and it is the most normal thing to spread songs through private technical exchanges."

"What song? Black song?" Josh was a little uninterested when he heard that he could only broadcast music. He originally thought that the TV audience could enjoy his collection of videos.

Martin said: "Given that the main audience of those TV stations are black people, my lawyer, Earl Rush, carefully selected a few songs about black people for you to play on a loop during prime time."

"Okay, which ones?" Bernard folded the license and put it in his slacks pocket and asked.

Martin turned to look at Page: "Mr. Page, please introduce the name of the song, and then hand them the prepared music video."

"They are "Nigger, Nigger", "Move Them Niggers North", "Nigger Hatin' Me", "Some Niggers Never Die"..." Page held a cassette tape and read the song titles on it.

Before Page could finish reading, Josh and several young black men were already going crazy. They all lifted up their T-shirts and cursed at the same time: "Old guy, what the hell are you..."

"Don't get excited, Josh, this is indeed the name of the song." Stanley immediately stopped his brother who was about to run away on the spot: "This is the representative song of the white racist folk singer Johnny Trahan."

"Uh, there's another song, "Who Likes a Nigger?"." Page read the last song without changing his expression, and then stopped completely, dismissing the appearance of several people showing pistols on their waists and preparing to run away.

"Who Likes a Nigger? Who Likes a Nigger? Is this the title of a fucking song?" Josh lifted up his T-shirt, revealing the gun holster on his waist, and walked around the room quickly like crazy:

"Are you kidding...why are we playing these songs? Is that lawyer of yours a fucking racist, Mr. Hart?"

"He is a black man, and he asked you to play these songs to make you remember that the road to racial equality is long and arduous. Always use this kind of music created by white trash to remind yourself, stay angry and keep working hard." Martin looked at Josh , said seriously.

Stanley laughed: "With these songs, not only will we be angry, but the black viewers of the TV station will also be angry. Maybe the next day... the TV station will be in big trouble."

"That's none of your business. You just need to understand that it is completely legal for licensed broadcast signal enthusiasts to transmit sound and images in a small area. You are not deliberately hijacking the signal, it is just because the transmitter of the TV station is too bad. Your power is just suppressing it."

"You don't need to listen to the song "Who Likes a Nigger?", just hearing the song title is enough to make black people angry." The eldest brother Bernard put his arm around his brother Josh's shoulders: "Do as Mr. Hart tells him, he will He won’t treat us badly.”

"Of course, if you deal with them, you will have the opportunity to become small shareholders of those TV stations. If Josh is willing, you can broadcast his cherished "Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Black Wolf"." Martin turned around and walked out like a black man. Go, but after walking a few steps, he returned to Josh:

"Uh... also, please lend me the videotape first."

…

BHH is a small television station located in the unincorporated town of El Camino, Los Angeles.

Just listen to its full name Black-Hip-Hop and you will know that this is a TV station that mainly plays black hip-hop rap music.

El Camino is an unincorporated town in Los Angeles County. A so-called unincorporated town is a densely populated community that has not officially established a city or town at the government level.

El Camino has a population of 12,000, nearly 80% of whom are black. They mainly work in the building materials industry in nearby Lawndale and do heavy manual labor. They are considered to be more typical of the lower class in Los Angeles County than Compton. Black living quarters.

The most popular TV station here is not CBS, ABC or NBC, but BHH, a small TV station rooted in El Camino and founded in 1983.

The person who founded this station was Chapman Tange, who was known as the godfather of hip-hop in El Camino.

Chapman Tange is a music teacher at the only elementary school in the area. He used his spare time to create BHH. At first, he mainly played some East Coast hip-hop music and videos of students singing that he recorded at school to let students of parents can watch their children perform on television.

However, as hip-hop music quickly spread from the East Coast to California, more and more black Californians began to like this style of music, and because creation did not seem to be too difficult, a number of hip-hop artists soon emerged in El Camino Since the singer had no reputation and no other channels to spread his creations, he simply recorded a demo, got it to BHH, asked Chapman Tange to help play it in BHH, and then asked black people in the community to give comments.

As for some excellent works, Chapman will also recommend them to black record companies he knows as much as possible through his identity as a music teacher. Over the years, El Camino has also produced more than a dozen singers, although there is no real sense. It's so popular, but it can be regarded as changing the fate of living here.

After those singers made money, they would turn around and sponsor Bole Chapman's BHH, and also let black people outside know about this small TV station. Many black small businesses would also place advertisements on BHH, so over the years, relying on With a stable audience of 10,000, BHH not only did not close down, but also grew steadily. Relying on advertising fees and sponsorships, it is quite possible that it will become bigger and stronger.

At least that's what Chapman Tange thought before tonight.

Because the TV station is not big, he is the host, producer, editor, etc., and there are five black youths from the community following him as assistants.

Originally, tonight's prime time slot, according to the normal program schedule, was their signature program "Soul School", which was an interview with hip-hop singers and also played some of the guest's classic works.

Especially tonight's guest is the Big 10 singer who came out of El Camino back then. It can be said that many viewers of BHH watched how this black guy went from a sneaky bastard to the Dai Manjin he is today. A musical genius.

So even before the show started, Chapman Tanger was sure that the ratings tonight would be astonishingly high because of the appearance of the Big10.

As it turns out, Chapman-Tanger was only half right.

In a van five hundred meters away from the BHH transmitter, looking at the equipment that had been debugged, Bernard spit out the cigarette in his mouth and grabbed the walkie-talkie: "Josh, are you ready to receive?"

"It doesn't matter whether I'm ready or not, the audience should be ready." Josh said with a smile there.

Bernard saw the time pointing to 19:30 and decisively pressed the button of the transmitter.

In El Camino, more than 3,100 families were waiting in front of the TV to watch the hometown singer Big10 appear on the TV. They watched the Big10 appear on the TV with a microphone. Before they could smile with relief, they found that the other party was singing. What was released was not a rap song, but a country ballad, and the sound did not seem to belong to the Big 10.

But this kind of accident did not prevent them from being moved by the singing on the TV to the point of being dumbfounded, and then yelling at them.

Because this beautiful and light folk song goes like this:

"Who the hell would like a nigger? My father asked me that? Who the hell would like a nigger? They're so lazy, they just sit on the manure pile and eat potatoes..."

Just after completing the signal hijacking, Bernard was sure that BHH TV's ratings tonight would be frighteningly high.

Because he was in the van, he heard countless angry yells, which echoed in the surrounding buildings.

"It seems to have worked well." Bernard looked at his younger brother Stanley in the driver's seat in the front row and said with a smile: "Mr. Hart is really a business talent."

Stanley pressed the brim of his baseball cap: "We're just radio enthusiasts who love to learn, Bernard. We didn't do anything."