America 1982

Night has fallen, and the lights are on in the backyard of Tommy Hawke's house. Colin Hawke, who is finishing work, is sawing a piece of wood under the light with a hand saw to help Bethea build a wardrobe. While sawing the wood, he looks at the side. Helping Tommy asked:

"You want to raise money for niggas? Not to niggas in America, but to another place that your dad and I have never heard of? Add... add... add..."

"Caribbean." Tommy Hawke helped carry the wood to his father's side so that he could take it easily.

Colin Hawke held a cigarette in his mouth, pulled the hand saw very quickly, and completed the cutting according to the marks on the board: "Yes, it is to raise funds for the niggas in that place?"

"I need to help them so that I can go further." Tommy marked the numbers on the cut wood with a marker and said at the same time.

Colin Hawke straightened up, puffed out smoke, and said to his son in a positive tone: "Son, believe me, the neighbors know that you want to help the nigger, and it's even impossible for you to get out of this neighborhood. The nigger doesn't need help. We It’s not without reason that you hate niggas…”

"What if we can make some money from this, to pay for my college tuition?" Seeing that his father was going to curse black people again, Tommy picked up a bottle of beer from the side and handed it to his father, smiling. interrupted.

Colin Hawke took the beer and stared straight at his son, then a smile and an expression of realization slowly appeared on his face:

"I seem to understand, son, you want to defraud those niggas out of their money, right? Show kindness to them first, gain their trust, and then tell them to help them smuggle them to the United States, and then collect the money? This is a good idea, we can Call Wadman, rent a few more fishing boats, and after collecting the money, send the niggers on the boat to the Immigration Bureau, and let the Immigration Bureau rent our boat to take them back to the niggers’ homes! Perfect! Charges in both directions! "

"No! Stop fantasizing, Dad, we don't lie to people, we just charge people who want to attend this summer camp."

"To make a fucking donation to a nigger, do you need to pay some money first?" Colin Hawke's expression became dull, and he stood there as if he was frozen, staring at Tommy in disbelief: "You know, just Like if I want to feed the Wilsons' dog some food out of the goodness of their heart, I have to fucking feed the Wilsons first? Is this the fucking way a human can come up with to make money? The cat in the house can't even think of this if he thinks with his butt Way to make money, son.”

"This is indeed what Mao Butt came up with. Tony gave me the nickname Cat Butt." Tommy Hawke laughed: "Actually, it was some high schools who wanted to go to a prestigious school like me, but their personal profiles were not exciting enough. Students, you know, summer is coming and high school students have to choose some summer camps. I wanted to pay to participate before, but the school has no objection now. I decided to run a paid summer camp by myself. The school agreed to help with the outreach work, and then the summer camp club A portion of the proceeds will be donated to the school.”

"You have to donate money to niggas and you have to pay a sum of money first, and some high school students agree? If they agree, I don't think there is any need to waste my family's money to go to college. America has changed. When I was a kid, niggas couldn't even talk to I appeared on the same street at the same time. At that time, my friend and I wanted to take a curious look at the nigger. It was like going to the zoo to see animals. We had to walk several kilometers..." Colin Hawke came back to his senses and said to his mouth He took a sip of beer and said with some emotion: "This is the consequence of releasing the nigger from the cage, taking away our jobs and land. Sooner or later, the nigger will take away this country..."

After he finished sighing, he looked at his son: "So, you are telling me this because you hope that I will agree to you helping niggas raise money? Okay, I agree, just go ahead. There is no need to describe you and niggas to me afterwards. The miserable process of getting along with ghosts.”

"No, when it is established, you have to attend the founding ceremony as the parent of the founding student. When the time comes, you can no longer speak like this. Dad, you have to express your support for me, sympathize with black people, and be willing to help them..." Tommy Hawk said Talk.

Dad looked at Tommy like he was a monster, and interrupted Tommy: "WTF! I agreed that you should be friends with niggas. Now, you actually want me to tell you in front of countless people." They, I sympathize with niggas, am I willing to help niggas? If people like Wilson knew that, even if they knew that I was not sincere, they would laugh at me forever! Maybe they can have this incident engraved on them when they die and are buried. Write it down on my tombstone and laugh at me below!”

Seeing Tommy smiling and standing silent, Colin Hawke drank down the beer in his hand, lowered his head and sighed: "I will go, son, I am willing to bear this shame for you, I promise , I promise not to mess it up, and I will try to digest this cruel fact from now on."

"Thank you, dad, for making a huge sacrifice for me. I'm going to Pam's house now, and he is helping to design the brochure." Tommy Hawke patted his dad on the shoulder, then turned and left.

Colin Hawke said to himself sadly behind him: "F*ck You America! Look what you have taught these white children to do!"

In fact, Tommy Hawke can understand the sentiments of his father or most of the lower-class white people in Rhode Island who strongly dislike black people. This is not their fault, but since 1920, Rhode Island has been the headquarters of the Ku Klux Klan in the Northeast region of the United States. At its peak, there were more than 100,000 local KKK members. They burned black schools and residences, smashed Jewish shops, and drove blacks and Jews out of Rhode Island.

Even the president of the United States was a member of the KKK, not to mention these white people. It can be said that my father's generation has been taught by the words and deeds of the KKK since childhood. Under the influence of their ears and eyes, it is natural to discriminate and dislike black people. This is why there are so few black people in Rhode Island. reason.

"Times have changed." Tommy Hawke also sighed a little. Thinking about the weird behaviors of black people in the previous life, he sighed and walked towards Pam's house along the light of the street lamp.

…

There is a luxury villa named "Little Snowflake" at 37 Bellevue Historic Avenue in Newport, Rhode Island.

Although it is called Little Snowflake, this five-story old-fashioned manor is not small. Although it is not as large as the other famous "Breaker" Villa Manor in Newport with 14 acres, it still reaches nine acres. .

At this moment, Otilia Farrell was sitting on the loggia on the second floor overlooking the entire Atlantic Ocean. The old-fashioned crystal chandelier above her head gave off a soft light, and she was flipping through Tommy Hawke, Dennis Herbers, Pa. Application report submitted by M-Marville to the school.

"Ottilia, your father just asked you where you are going to go on vacation this summer." An elegant and graceful middle-aged woman came over with coffee at this time, sat down opposite Ottilia Farrell and asked road.

Otilia read the application report in her hand and took the coffee from the other party: "Mom, maybe I will be very busy during this holiday. I may have to participate in a summer camp as a tutor."

"Why? When we decided to let you go to school to start working, wasn't it just because it has summer vacation? We were worried that other jobs were too fast-paced and you wouldn't be able to adapt to it, so we went to school. Did the school assign extra work? You can refuse. ." After hearing this, my mother was a little stunned and then asked.

"I thought about it, how about we go hunting in Africa this summer? My dear? Otilia? Hunt a male lion with your own hands, and then have someone make a specimen and bring it back as a souvenir." Otilia's father, a middle school student The young white man was untying his tie and walking from the entrance of the loggia. He seemed to be thinking about the upcoming summer vacation and spoke excitedly.

His wife shrugged, stood up and helped her husband adjust the collar of his shirt, making a cute expression: "Otilia said she might need to work this summer and is very busy."

"Impossible. Is there any more leisurely job than a public school college admissions instructor? That is my carefully selected arrangement. It is the best job that can allow Otilia to spend time preparing for the judicial examination." The man left. Come over, pick up the document in front of Otilia, look at it and say with a smile: "Let me see what kind of job my dear daughter gave up..."

He didn't finish speaking, but he read the entire application report, and then looked at his daughter with a playful expression on his face:

"It is indeed a job worth giving up the summer vacation. This idea was designed by you, Otilia. No wonder you gave up the vacation. It's a great idea."

"No, it was proposed by the top-ranked applicant, Tommy Hawke. What do you think? That is the most hard-working and motivated high school student I saw at Lincoln High School." Ottilia shouted Sipping coffee, he said expectantly to his father: "Give him some advice."

The man put the application back on the table: "I think if he is willing to add the text that my daughter guided him to launch on this application, and replace the number one founder with your name, put his own name After humbly placing your name, I will give you a suggestion, that is, he'd better prepare two copies, one to submit to Lincoln High School and the other to your godfather's office."

"Dad, you can't take away other people's achievements. This was Tommy's own idea. I didn't participate." Otilia frowned slightly, very dissatisfied with what her father said.

The man looked at the Atlantic Ocean under the night, and defended in a relaxed tone: "Otilia, before you are dissatisfied with me, why don't you ask that Tommy Hawke for his opinion? I didn't take away anything from others, I just Trying to bring up a deal.”

Sorry dear readers, the update is late today. I really have something to do at home.