America 1881: Legend of the West

Scott is in a very happy mood today.

The Democratic Party of New Mexico is still a bunch of insects and vulnerable to attack.

With his own little plan, they were already defeated.

As usual, he walked into the lobby of the State Senate.

After taking down the Democratic Party, they still have a wolf of their own to deal with.

However, when Scott walked into the hall, he found something was wrong.

The Democratic Party was not as demoralized as they expected.

They sat peacefully in their own seats, whispering to each other.

What surprised him the most was that Congressman Harlem, who was sitting at the front, was staring at him intently.

Scott was unimpressed.

If your subordinates are defeated, what qualifications do you have to challenge yourself?

If he can be regarded as the leader of the Republican Party, Harlin is at most a leader in the Democratic Party and has no reputation at all.

This is one of the reasons why the Democratic Party still cannot defeat him despite gaining control of the Senate in the midterm elections.

These people each have their own ideas and are in disarray.

Scott did not look at Harlem, but sat back in his seat.

Every gesture is that of a winner.

The meeting started.

The whole agenda was smooth.

As usual, small budgets and proposals were passed quickly and smoothly.

While Democrats objected to some parts of it, they did not mount a strong pushback.

Fela was as miserable as ever.

The three or four nonpartisan Senates have always followed the crowd and have no special opinions.

This meeting was about to end peacefully.

Scott took the stage.

He wants to personally propose the last proposal of this meeting.

"As we all know, the Chinese problem has always been a deep-rooted problem in the western United States. For this reason, the federal government introduced a bill the year before last to restrict their naturalization."

The old man glanced at the manuscript in his hand and continued.

"In line with the principles of freedom and equality, our state has not enacted separate legislation on this bill."

"However, since this year, the problem of the Chinese has become more and more serious! More and more Chinese have circumvented the bill through some special method and obtained American citizenship."

"This makes the bill dead in name only!"

"Chinese people appear in Santa Fe! They appear in Albuquerque! Although we don't have specific numbers yet, they are a real threat to the survival of the local people!"

"In addition, they established a Chinese town in Roswell and established a militia, posing a huge threat to the surrounding areas!"

Scott spoke grandly, as if he was not the one who approved the Roswell construction proposal in the first place.

"So, I propose."

"First, ban the Roswell Town Militia. It will be illegal for Chinese to possess weapons without the approval of the state government!"

"Second, re-examine the identity of Chinese people in New Mexico strictly! If they obtain citizenship through illegal means, they should be revoked and deported!"

Scott followed the script on the stage, reading the contents of the manuscript in his hand.

The bill has passed the Republican-controlled House of Representatives.

Democrats raised no objections.

The two parties generally do not have any big differences on this kind of matter, not to mention that the Democrats who previously denied the establishment of Roswell as a town were also Democrats.

Therefore, Scott believes that this bill will be passed without any suspense.

However, before the old man finished reading, Congressman Harlem in the audience had already stood up.

"You were the one who wanted to build the town in the first place! It's you who are expelling the Chinese now! Isn't it fun to go back on your word?" Harlin slammed the table and shouted.

Scott was stunned, and the Republican congressmen behind him also looked confused.

Did Harlin take the wrong medicine today?

Standing up and talking suddenly at this time is completely inconsistent with the procedure!

The Speaker coughed: "Congressman Harlem, it's not time for free debate yet. Please let Representative Scott finish his words!"

Scott waved his hand at the elderly speaker, indicating that he would handle it.

"Now and then, we need Chinese people to work for us before, but that doesn't mean they can seize the resources and employment opportunities of other citizens!"

He suppressed his anger and spoke slowly.

"This is all child's play! What will the Mexican and Hispanic citizens think of us by doing this? You are overdrafting the credibility of the state government!"

Not to be outdone, Harlem was furious, as if he had taken gunpowder and changed his previous image of a gentleman.

"Mr. Harling, I think your current behavior is disrespectful to a state senator. The state Senate is a sacred place, and you cannot bring your personal emotions here."

With a victor's smile on his face, Scott looked down at Harlem and the Democrats in the audience.

"Fuck you! You want to defeat us with some weird tricks?"

A foul language suddenly burst out from Harlem's mouth.

Everyone was in an uproar.

The people sitting in the State Senate are all decent people, and even if there are disputes between them, they are resolved in a more civilized way.

More often than not, the two parties have already communicated in private.

Swearing is unheard of here.

"What did you say?! Say it again if you have the guts!" A young Republican member was so excited that he stood up from his seat and pointed at Harlin's nose.

Harlem cursed and used vulgar language.

The hall became lively, and people from both sides joined the "swearing group" and yelled at each other across the speaker.

"Quiet! Silence!" the old speaker yelled at the top of his lungs, "You can't solve the problem like this! You will be ridiculed by the people."

However, no one paid any attention to him.

Harlem scolded the loudest.

Before coming to this meeting, Chen Jianqiu said to him sincerely: "The reason why you can't win Scott is that you are not united enough, and the second one is that you are too polite."

"I know Scott better than you do. He is a gangster who does everything possible. If you still treat him like a gentleman, you won't be able to deal with him at all."

Harlin agreed with Chen Jianqiu's views on Scott.

But his long-term education told him that swearing in the Senate was not what a gentleman should do.

"Is this going too far?" Harlin hesitated. "After all, since the founding of the United States, there seems to be no example of extraordinary behavior in Congress? What will those people think of us if we do this?"

Chen Jianqiu smiled.

He took out a piece of paper that Holmes handed him:

In 1798, Connecticut and Vermont representatives fought with sticks and pokers.

In 1837, the Speaker of the House of Representatives stabbed an Arkansas congressman to death on the House floor because he "insulted" him.

In 1856, pro-slavery Senator Preston Brooks knocked Senator Charles Sumner unconscious with his cane.

You told me there were no fights in the parliament?

"What happens in the Senate, the people outside don't know."

He patted Harlem on the shoulder: "Put down the baggage of being an idol. When you need to be scolded and beaten, think about your predecessors and restore the glory of American democracy!"

Thinking of this, Harlin felt that the scolding was not enough.

He picked up a document on the table and threw it towards Scott.

However, the document was obviously not as smooth as the book, and it fell apart in the air and fell to the ground.

Harlin jumped out from behind the table and rushed towards Scott, who was still on the stage.

The old man was about to open his mouth to question Harlin, who was rushing over, but suddenly a fist was swung at him.

The Democratic senator was in his prime and punched Scott in the face.

Scott felt his eyes darken, his nose felt sore, and he took two steps back.

A sharp pain shot up from the bridge of his nose.

"He's crazy!" Scott staggered towards the audience while covering his nose.

Harlin chased after him, but was stopped by the young Republican who had just yelled at him, and the two struggled together.

In this way, the situation becomes out of control.

The Senate hall was in chaos, with members fighting.

Some of them grabbed each other's clothes and hair, one by one, and became entangled into one; some of them started to fight against each other, punching each other.

Harlem's actions brought out their inner Western soul.

Wildness filled every corner of the West, even in the Senate.

The few non-partisan independent members stood aside with their arms folded, watching tremblingly.

The overall lineup of the Democratic Party is slightly younger, with one or two more people, so its combat effectiveness is slightly stronger.

They quickly beat out Republican senators, led by Scott, from the Senate.

Yes, physically beaten out.

Other people in the parliament building, such as the members of the House of Representatives, didn't know what was going on, so they came over to start a fight, and then the fight stopped.

Harlin led New Mexico Democrats to victory in the fight.

On the Republican side, Scott's nose was broken, and there were even more people who had their hair torn out and their clothes torn.

For the first time since the Civil War, Democrats defeated Republicans by force.

A memorable moment.

Harlem returned to the Senate floor singing, surrounded by disheveled Democratic senators.

They wished they could go back and have a drink now.

Just like they did when they were young.

After that, the state Legislature paused for at least two weeks to allow people on both sides to cool off.

As for Scott's bill, it is nothing more.