America 1982

Martin followed Tommy and asked in a low voice: "Boss, don't tell me, you were also responsible for this."

Tommy walked to a coffee stall on the roadside near the park and asked the stall owner to give him a cup of coffee and a waffle. He took the food from the boss. Tommy took a bite, glanced at Martin, and then continued forward. Go.

Martin took out his wallet and gave the boss a note. He didn't care about waiting for the boss to give him change, and continued to chase Tommy and asked: "Why? I mean... I am the campaign manager, and I should know Jeff's campaign arrangements. "

"Martin, this was an accident, so it's normal for you not to know, 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, and stood Standing next to the park, looking at Mrs. Parker who was telling the tragic past with a large speaker, she said calmly:

"But your company is not enough. Those employees need to be observed for a long time to determine whether they are worthy of trust. Otherwise, I will not bear to have Page run around at his age. Wait until you have a group of people who don't care whether you are too black or not." , when you are a person who doesn’t care what you ask him to do, you are qualified to be responsible for these dirty little tricks. If one day, I want to use the same trick to tease black people, and after you hear it, your reaction will be the same as that of Page If you are still indifferent, it means you are almost adapted to this kind of life."

Martin rubbed his face vigorously and used the intercom to send a message: "Attention, on-site team members, this is an emergency, but don't come forward. Stay tuned and listen to my news before taking action."

Mrs. Parker held her grandson in front of her with one hand and held a loudspeaker in the other. She told the cameras and the growing number of onlookers the tragic experiences of her son and his wife. She said with tears streaming down her 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 journalists who stand up for justice on the TV station and the only compatriots I can trust. After my husband and I passed away, Before that, make the last sound possible.”

"It is the Democratic Party's strong candidate in this district today, Ms. Rosario Kennedy, who single-handedly led the pilot bill that killed my son and his wife! She allowed those prisoners who should have been imprisoned for life or even hanged for their heinous crimes to walk out Prison! Let them kill again! She made a mistake! But she does not need to take any responsibility! She can even walk out of prison with great fanfare like those prisoners who made mistakes, and continue to run for the House of Representatives with great fanfare!"

As she spoke, her husband opened a large poster with trembling hands and showed it to everyone. On it was a bust of Rosario Kennedy, with two blood-red devils painted on his head by a child. There were horns and bloody fangs protruding from the mouth, and there was a line 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 gasped for a while, then she continued to speak with strength:

"I know I shouldn't question the candidate behind me because he probably doesn't know me and hasn't heard about this, but... he was taken advantage of by the hateful Rosario Kennedy, by the hateful Democratic Party. ! I just quietly listened to all his self-introductions in the corner. He is an ordinary plumber, volunteers, likes children, has served in the military, and has a harmonious family. There are still six candidates like this in the Democratic Party in this election! This shows that What, 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 the election, or who have no hope of running for the election, to stand up and dilute the votes, stabilize their vote pool, and ensure that they can win in one fell swoop Get elected!"

"That woman must have done this! She is so vicious! She obviously committed crimes, but she still said it was humanitarian care. If criminals also need humanitarian care, then why does the United States still need police and prisons? Just let this This woman directly decides who is imprisoned and who can be released from prison at will! Maybe one day, for the sake of Cubans, she can introduce a bill that puts all Jews in prison!"

When the onlookers heard the old woman's last words, there was an uproar. A younger policeman spoke kindly and carefully reminded: "Madam, please pay attention to your tone and wording. This kind of words is a bit dangerous."

"You said I'm dangerous, but you think I, a Jewish woman whose son was killed, is dangerous?" The old woman stared at the policeman who looked younger than her son:

"I became dangerous just by telling the truth! And the Cuban woman who killed Jews in the United States can run for the House of Representatives?"

The mature policeman next to him patted his companion on the shoulder, used his body to block Mrs. Parker's glare at her companion, and said in a low voice: "Don't speak casually, there are all Jews here. Maybe the congresswoman will not do anything, but these Jews If provoked, a complaint can lead to you being suspended and furloughed as easily as they count money."

Mrs. Parker was very excited. Some elderly Jews also tried to comfort her and asked her to find a place to rest first. Mrs. Parker shook her head. She turned around and looked at the person behind her who was still stunned. The Jeff family in her background bowed slightly to Jeff, then took a speaker and said sincerely:

"I'm so sorry, young man, I know it's unfair to you, I ruined your rally..."

Jeff quickly waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, my meeting is not important at all, you can speak freely, madam."

The old woman wiped away her tears: "I hope you can forgive me... I have no other choice. During this time, I kept telling myself one thing."

"Justice does not exist, it doesn't matter, mother is still here, I'm sorry, child." After the old woman said these words, she reached out to lift her waist, and she raised an old-fashioned pistol in front of everyone!

However, she did not aim at anyone, but raised the muzzle of the gun to the sky, and pulled the trigger without any hesitation in the camera!

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang~"

People screamed and squatted down with their heads in their hands. Jeff pushed the children to his wife and rushed towards the child in front of Mrs. Parker. The moment Mrs. Parker pulled the trigger, he threw the child down. On the ground, he used his body to block the opponent tightly.

In the blink of an eye, the bullets were empty. It was not until the bullets were empty that the two policemen came to their senses. They raised their weapons and loudly signaled Mrs. Parker to put down the gun and raise her hands. Mrs. Parker did not resist. She dropped the pistol and put her hands behind her head. Two policemen came over and locked their hands behind their backs. They just struggled and showed a tearful smile to their husband and grandson: "I'm sorry, I only have this way. I only have this way to draw everyone's attention to the existence of this matter." .”

When the gunfire rang out, Martin hugged Tommy and hid behind a nearby streetlight. When the gunfire ended, he cautiously poked his head out and asked Tommy in shock, who was actually paying attention to whether the coffee was spilled: "What? What's going on, Mom? Is this an election? Just because that woman's last name is Kennedy, she's going to be shot in the head like her husband's cousin? Wait, look at Jeff... Did you tell him that too, Jeff? ... He held that kid! He held that kid! Oh my God!"

"That's not my design, that's his instinct. After all, Jeff likes children, but you know the plot behind it." Tommy said while biting the waffle.

The police first restrained Mrs. Parker, and then carefully searched Mr. Parker and the child. After confirming that neither of them had weapons, they prepared to take them and Mrs. Parker away from the scene. At this time, Jeff picked up the child and took the Turned on the large loudspeaker:

"The child is innocent. He has been frightened today. Don't let him go to the police station and see a darker scene."

"Sir, leave him to us. I guarantee that he will be properly taken care of at the police station. Also, please pay attention to your wording. If the words you just said are pursued, they are suspected of slandering the police and judicial justice." The old policeman stepped forward and talked with Jie Husband negotiates.

"Do you still need me to slander you? If the police station is not dark, the most important thing you should do at this moment is to arrest the real murderer who killed this child's parents! Instead of letting her run for the Senate!" Jeff seemed like An angry lion roared loudly.

The onlookers who had been shocked just now came to their senses. When they heard Jeff's roar and saw that the police had not only taken away the two old men, but also wanted to take away the little boy wearing a Jewish hat, they were immediately shocked. Some people couldn't help but said: "That's right! You should go catch the murderer of that child's parents! Instead of showing off your power to an old lady who shoots in the air!"

"Call the South Side Jewish Association! Ask them to go to the police station to help bail this couple out!"

People spoke in all directions, and even a few powerful Jews gathered around Jeff and shouted at the police, wanting to help him protect the frightened man. At this moment, they hugged Jeff and buried their heads on their shoulders. little boy.

"Get out of the way, gentlemen!" The policeman put his hand on his gun holster nervously: "You are disrupting the order of the assembly and obstructing the police from performing their official duties. This is a crime! Stand back!"

"Everyone, get out of the way, don't let yourself get 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 frightened and half-crouched to look around: "Tell your on-site team and lawyers to rush over and force the police away. The dinner begins. The well-known lawyer who helps the elderly litigate for free is already heading to the police station. On the way."

Martin picked up the walkie-talkie: "Linda, Todd, take the lawyer over to deal with the police, and have the lawyer follow the old man to the police station. There will be lawyers who will step forward out of a sense of justice to take over."

Soon, the election team employees and lawyers who had been on standby rushed over. The lawyers were very professional in this kind of matter. They quickly left the two policemen speechless. After contacting the police headquarters, they left the child with Jeff. Two more police cars were arranged to maintain order, and then the two old men, accompanied by Jeff's lawyer, were taken back to the police station.

After the police left, a nearby Jewish man came over and tried to take the child from Jeff, but the child seemed frightened, holding tightly on Jeff's neck and refusing to come down, and would not respond to anyone's words.

"I have asked my team members to contact the child psychiatrist and are on their way here." Jeff patted the boy's back and said to everyone: "I'm sorry, everyone, I'm sorry to let you know each other in this way. I got to know the Democratic Party, and I said I didn’t know these things. It seemed a bit hypocritical, but in fact it was true. When these things happened, I didn’t want to continue this damn fund-raising rally anymore. I’m sorry, I just want to go back. The Office of the Democratic Committee of the Eighteenth District to determine whether this matter is real.”

"What if it exists?" A reporter came up and asked Jeff.

Jeff looked at her and spoke frankly: "Either let the Democratic Party office in District 18 expel that woman, or I quit the Democratic Party. In short, there is no way I can 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 did you come to the South District to hold a fundraising rally?" the reporter asked doubtfully.

The Jews at the scene were also a little confused. This strong white man looked like he was not very bright. What he said really confirmed that his brain was worthy of his appearance. He was a candidate for the 18th District of the North District. Came to the completely unrelated Coral Street in South District to canvass for votes?

Does this mean that the Jews in the South Side dislike having too much money and no place to spend it, or do they think that the minds of the Jews are as weird as his?

Donating to your own district councilor will at least get something in return. Donating to other district councilors is better than buying a ticket for a talk show. After all, the congressman's speech will only make people sleepy, but a talk show can at least make you laugh a few times. Voice.

Jeff took a deep breath, and then said sincerely: "My campaign manager also told me the same thing, saying that if I focus on the voters in this district, no one will care about me when I come to the South District. This is also true. Our family stands here. For a long time, no one was willing to listen to what I had to say, but I don’t regret it, and I didn’t just do it to raise money. Although this district is not my constituency, I feel that saying what I want to say here can better represent me. Determination, even if no one listens.”

"If you don't mind, you can say what you want to say now. I'm actually a little interested now. After all... I haven't encountered this kind of cross-district rallies of candidates before." The reporter did not directly say that he had never seen it before. This is a weird thing about traveling to unrelated areas to raise funds and canvass votes from the people.

During an election, there may be some non-constituency companies or organizations that donate to candidates, but that is usually because they need them to speak for them in Congress, or because they need to go to the candidate's district to show their goodwill. Ordinary people rarely do this. In a regional congressional election, support a congressman from outside the district unless his personal charisma is too dazzling and powerful enough to make people ignore geographical restrictions.

But the big, fierce-looking man in front of him obviously did not belong to this kind of person.

However, although they thought Jeff was a fool, the two to three hundred onlookers around him did not leave. They were as curious as the reporter, and wanted to find out what this fool who was not very bright wanted to do cross-district publicity. What.

"Uh... should I say it now?" Jeff looked at the reporter, then looked at the camera, hesitated, and finally did not take out the speech, but said directly: "Okay, thank you everyone for giving me a chance to speak. .”

"My name is Jeff Lavine, I am a pipe repairman, and I am survived by my wife and four children. I am running for a seat in Congress in the special election in the 18th district of Miami. The campaign slogan is 'To the Cubans. Say No'."

As soon as this slogan was uttered, some people at the scene immediately booed in anger. After all, Little Havana is next door. There were also some Cubans among the onlookers. When they heard the slogan of this strong white man, they immediately expressed their dissatisfaction.

"Why did you choose this slogan? Why did you come to Coral Street? As early as my great-great-grandfather's time, the Raven family had already settled in Miami, Florida. According to my deceased father, our family always lived in the South Side at first, not now. In the North District, the Raven family lived on 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, and his most proud work was, It was a beautiful oak English-style carved wine cabinet that he made for the former Round Lamp Bar on Ocho Street. My grandfather always thought that the wine cabinet could last at least a hundred years. Unfortunately, it was only thirty years ago that the wine cabinet and the bar were completely destroyed. It disappeared, why, because the Cubans came, more and more of them occupied Ocho Street, and bullied the original neighbors as a group, intimidating, making noise, robbing, and stealing. My father said that it turned out that Little Havana was called Ocho. The street was full of kind and cheerful European Jewish neighbors, but there were fewer and fewer Jews, and more and more Cubans with fierce eyes. Finally, our family couldn't bear the disturbance and moved to the Round Light Bar in the North District. It was also destroyed because of an arson attack by a drunkard in Cuba.”

These words made many elderly Jews at the scene slightly startled. Round Light Bar, a name that has been buried deep in the memory for too long, is definitely not an existence that the young and strong man in front of him should know. At this moment, he can say this name, It shows that he is telling the truth, because the Round Light Bar was indeed burned to the ground in 1959, and it was indeed maliciously 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 Jewish-dominated living areas. Jews have been living here since the 1920s, and they are at peace with the white and black people nearby. Until the arrival of the Cubans, these Cubans were too crazy, like cockroaches. When you see one Cuban on the street, there are at least a hundred hiding nearby.

In this way, the Cubans occupied Ocho Street, and whites and Jews were forced to leave Ocho Street and retreat to Coral Street due to the increasingly bad living conditions. When it was completely occupied by the Cubans, Ocho Street was renamed by them. for 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 don't I like Cubans, because the Cubans came here across the ocean and robbed us The streets where we live have taken away our jobs and our social welfare, and now, the Cubans want to take away our national power! When they ran for Congress, they blatantly called out that the 18th district is the tenth district of the Cuban people. Such arrogant slogans from District 8!”

"When did the land of our Americans become the land of the Cubans? My kind fathers, the kind Jews, once gave in and gave up Ocho Street. What happened? Do Cubans know how to be grateful? I don't understand, they occupied Ocho. Joe Street, and quickly invaded the entire Miami. I remember that there used to be only Jewish shops selling cigars, coffee beans, straw hats, floral shirts, Cuban specialties and other items. What now? Everywhere on the beach, you can only see Cubans. By touting, they not only took away the territory, but also took away the business that good Americans depended on for their livelihood!”

The Jews present once again wanted to applaud Jeff. Indeed, before the Cubans came, the small commodity business in the tourism industry in the South District was almost exclusively dominated by their Jews. However, after the Cubans occupied Miami, almost all the Jews were forced to withdraw from the small commodity business. In the retail industry, there is no way. In the past, Jews sold Cuban cigars, and they were all genuine. They cooperated with Cuban smugglers, smuggled and trafficked them to Florida, and then the Jews ate them and then went to various tourist attractions to sell them. However, the Cubans occupied Florida. After becoming a state, the Cubans completed the closed loop of the business chain. Jews could no longer buy goods and gradually withdrew from the industry.

So when Jeff mentioned this matter, it reminded the Jews of their past resentment against the Cubans. Things like moving could be tolerated, but things like stealing business were unacceptable to the Jews.

"I don't want to get involved in politics because I don't understand it. That's not the job I'm supposed to do. What I'm supposed to do is to help people fix broken pipes. The country is broken and we need politicians to repair it."

"I don't want to discriminate against anyone, and I don't want to hurt anyone. Before I ran for office, I had always been enthusiastic about helping anyone I could, whether he was white, black, yellow, Christian, Jewish or Orthodox. .”

"I always feel that people should help each other, and we should not hate each other or be hostile to each other. This world is beautiful, this land is rich, and there is enough for each of us to have enough food and clothing."

"Until the Cubans showed up, until I heard those campaign slogans that made me so angry that I couldn't stand it, the Republican candidate said on TV that her slogan was: Cubans run the Cuban districts. Because Cubans occupy 45 of the 18 districts. % of the population, 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 the United States, and that seat is called the U.S. House of Representatives seat, not the fucking Cuban House of Representatives seat! You bastards have no business wrestling with Castro, but you I want to take advantage of America!"

"Fuck you, Cuba! Fuck you, Cubans! This is my campaign slogan: Fuck you, say no to the Cubans!"

"If this country is so serious that it needs to be governed by Cubans who know nothing about shit and only know how to suck blood! Then 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 Cubans!"

"I didn't starve to death because of the food donated by the United States. I didn't have to sleep on the streets because of the tents provided by the United States. I got my citizenship because of the kindness of the Americans. Then after I had enough to eat and drink, I continued to regard myself as a Cuban! Now, give it back to him Mom stood up and brazenly said that she wanted to govern for the Americans?"

"If even Cubans dare to say that it is their turn to take the stage and manage this country after being oppressed for a long time, I would like to ask, then why can't Jews, who are more miserable than Cubans, run this country!"

"Why can't this country be run by black people who are more miserable than Cubans! Why can't even countless Asians who have sacrificed their lives for American railroads run this country!"

"At least Jews, whites, blacks, and Asians have sacrificed too much for this country. But after Cubans smuggled into the United States in large numbers in 1955, they only gave birth to little Cuban babies like anchovies with amazing fecundity, and then used a bunch of babies to They have never done anything except sucking social welfare! Most of them live on social welfare and doing odd jobs. Many of them even don’t know what paying taxes means, because from the day they arrived in this country, the word paying taxes has been Never showed up.”

“What’s even more frightening is that these Cubans will send money back to Cuba, urging their Cuban relatives to continue smuggling into the United States, and then come to the United States to give birth to Cuban children, taking away everyone’s social welfare, generation after generation, just like this, from the very beginning. Ten thousand people turned into 40,000 people, and then the whole of Miami fell, and the whole of Florida fell, without Cuba going to war with us, these Cubans completed the 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 run the United States."

"Fuck you! Cuban! As long as I am alive, don't even think about invading this land that I love so much! I will protect this country just like the two dogs on my back guard the graves of my comrades!" Jay When the husband said this, he put the boy down and tore his T-shirt to pieces with both hands in excitement, 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 to me, because you donate, and I can't make any promises. I just want to find a place to show my determination and tell everyone that Cubans have not yet Completely occupy District 18, I am still here, and the Americans are still here!"

"As long as I am still there, as long as the American spirit is still there, the Cubans will not be able to complete their evil aggression!"

"I will protect this land, and Americans who love this country will protect this rich land!"

"God bless America, God bless Florida, God bless Miami, God bless the Americans!"

"Thank you for listening to my rude speech because of my anger, thank you." Jeff waved to everyone, then picked up the boy:

"Finally, I implore you to please focus on those two old people. After all, they need your support more. Don't let powerful forces appear in this free land, and don't let this land where we have lived for generations. , if the tragedy of Cubans murdering Jews happens again, God is with us."

After saying that, Jeff turned around neatly and prepared to leave with his family. When he turned to leave, warm applause suddenly broke out behind him.

The reporter also stammered and introduced to the camera: "This candidate is called Jeff LaVine. We can see that although his... eloquence is not as good as other politicians we have seen, his feelings are sincere. At this moment, there are probably More than two hundred people were applauding spontaneously, because Lavin kept his word. He refused donations from people in this area, did not even distribute personal information, and did not use any obvious publicity methods. After publishing, he was ready to publish The car leaves."

The Jews in this area originally thought that after this guy finished speaking, team members would come up to appeal for donations or hand out flyers. However, unexpectedly, Jeff and his team members were about to board the car and leave.

This time, the Jews present could not sit still. At this time, several old people shouted: "Mr. Lavin! Mr. Lavin! We were moved by your speech and shocked by your sincerity, but that boy, I think It would be better for him to stay here, he is a Jew after all, and if the old man comes back, I think they will come back here too..."

"Gina, bring Stephen to 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 temporarily as a Jewish couple." Tang When Mi saw Jeff preparing to leave, a Jew stopped Jeff and wanted to keep the boy, so he dialed his cell phone and spoke.

Stephen's voice came from the other side of the phone: "Why are you taking the boy to Jeff's house?"

"This way the old man can live in the house with a legitimate name. During the next period of time, I want TV stations and newspapers to line up to visit and let Jeff LaVine appear in all possible media. Play the role of a good couple and don't mess it up." Tommy After hanging up the phone, he dialed Page's number and said to Martin next to him: "Let BT broadcast this news nationwide tonight, and all localist Florida newspapers also have to show Jeff's news. Name, and remember to announce something to the public, Jeff will help the old man raise the cost of the lawsuit."

Martin nodded, but before he spoke, Tommy had already dialed Paige's number: "Jeff is about to leave. Paige, haven't those black people who helped Jeff install billboards in Little Havana been beaten? Just next door. It's just one street, is the news spreading so slowly? It's already started, very good."

Hearing Tommy's words, Martin stared: "My nigger brothers were helping Jeff install billboards in Little Havana when he was scolding Cubans? Shit, am I the only one left in the Tucker family after today?" Clan members? Speaking of which, I haven’t bought insurance for them yet…”

"What should we do? Or do you replace them?" Tommy hung up the phone and asked Martin.

Martin shook his head decisively: "No, it's better for everyone to perform their duties. If they are hospitalized, I will buy flowers and visit them."

Tommy looked at Martin and nodded with satisfaction: "The relationship between you black brothers is really touching."

"That's all? Play the news and announce that Jeff supports the old man, right?" Martin repeated what Tommy had just explained.

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 Urban Plumbing Workers Association, you have to take time to accompany Jeff to his Unions, don’t ask them to support Jeff, go to the top of the union and understand their needs clearly, as long as they are willing to strike in solidarity with the Jews, we can talk about anything.”