American Entertainment 1982

The night has fallen, and the backyard of Tommy Hawke’s house is lit up. Colin Hawke, who has finished work, is currently sawing a piece of wood with a hand saw under the light, helping Bethea build a wardrobe, while sawing the wood and looking at the side Helping Tommy asked:

"Are you going to raise money for niggers? Not for niggers in America, but another place that your daddy and I haven't even heard of? Ga... Galla... Ga..."

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

With a cigarette in his mouth, Colin Hawk pulled the hand saw very quickly, and completed the cut according to the marks on the wooden board: "That's right, it's to collect donations for the niggers in that place?"

"I need to help them so that I can go further." Tommy said while marking the cut wood with a marker.

Colin Hawke straightened up, exhaled smoke, and said to his son with affirmation: "Son, believe me, the neighbors know that you want to help niggers, and it is even impossible to let you out of this neighborhood. Niggers don't need help. We Hate niggers for a reason..."

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

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

"I seem to understand, son, you want to cheat those niggers out of their money, right? Show them up first, gain their trust, then tell them to help them smuggle into the United States, and then collect money? That's a good idea, we can Shout out to Waldman, rent a few more fishing boats, and send the niggas on board to the immigration bureau after collecting the money, and let the immigration bureau rent our boat and send them back to the nigger's own home! Perfect! Two-way charges! "

"No! Stop fantasizing, Dad, we're not lying, we're just charging people who want to go to this camp."

"To donate to niggers, do you need to pay a sum of money first?" Colin Hawke's expression was dull, and he stood there as if he was frozen, staring at Tommy in disbelief: "You know, just Like if I'm going to feed Wilson's dog some food out of good intentions, I have to fucking feed Wilson first? Is this the fucking way humans can come up with to make money? The cat in the house thinks with its ass and can't come up with this Ways to make money, son."

"This is indeed what Cat Butt came up with, and Tony helped me nickname it Cat Butt." Tommy Hawk laughed: "Actually, it's some high schools that want to go to a famous school like me, but their personal information is 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 in it before, but the school didn’t object now. I decided to do a paid summer camp by myself. The school agreed to help with outreach work, and then the summer camp club A portion of the proceeds will be donated to the school.”

"To donate money to niggers, you have to pay a sum of money first, and there are high school students who agree? If they agree, I don't think it is necessary to waste family money to go to college. America has changed. When I was young, niggers couldn't even talk to me. I appeared on the same street at the same time. At that time, my friends and I wanted to take a curious look at the niggers, just like going to the zoo to see animals, and we had to walk a few kilometers..." Colin Hawke recovered and pointed at his mouth After taking a sip of beer, his tone was a little emotional: "This is the consequence of letting the niggers out of the cage, taking away our jobs, land, and sooner or later the niggers will snatch this country..."

After he finished feeling, he looked at his son: "So, tell me this, in the hope that I will agree with you to help fundraising for niggers? Well, I agree, just go ahead, and don't describe you and niggers to me afterwards. The miserable process of getting along with ghosts."

"No, when it was established, you had to attend the inauguration ceremony as the parents of the founding students. At that time, 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 Hawke said talking.

Dad looked at Tommy like a monster, and interrupted Tommy: "WTF! I agreed with you to be friends with niggers. I made a big decision. Now, you want me to tell you in front of countless people. They, I sympathize with niggers, and I am willing to help niggers? If Wilson and his group find out, even if they know that I am not sincere, they will laugh at me for the rest of their lives! Maybe they can engrave this on their graves when they die Write it down on your tombstone and laugh at me down there!"

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

"Thank you, Dad, thank you for making great sacrifices for me. I'm going to Pam's house now, and he is helping to design the brochure." Tommy Hawk patted his dad on the shoulder, then turned and left.

Colin Hawke murmured to himself behind his back: "F*ckYouAmerica! Look at what you taught these white kids!"

In fact, Tommy Hawke can understand Papa or most of the low-level white people in Rhode Island who strongly dislike blacks. The backbone, at its peak, there were more than 100,000 Ku Klux Klan members in the local area. 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 Ku Klux Klan at the time. What’s more, these white people, my father’s generation can be said to have been taught by the K K KK Klan since they were young. reason.

"The times have changed." Tommy Hawke also sighed a little, thinking about the strange behaviors of black people in the previous life, he said with emotion, and walked towards Pam's house along the light cast by the street lamps.

...

A luxury villa named "Little Snowflake" at No. 37 Bellevue Historic Avenue in Newport, Rhode Island.

Although the name is Little Snowflake, this five-storey old-fashioned manor is not small. Although the area is not as large as the fourteen acres of another famous "Wavesbreaker" villa in Newport, it still reaches nine acres. .

At this moment, Ottilia Farrell is sitting on the loggia on the second floor overlooking the entire Atlantic Ocean, the old-fashioned crystal chandelier above her head emits a soft light, and she is flipping through the pages of Tommy Hawke, Dennis Herbs, and Papa. The application report submitted by Jim Marvell to the school.

"Otilia, your father just asked you where you are going on vacation this summer." An elegant and graceful middle-aged woman came over with a coffee at this time, sat across from Otilia Farrell and asked road.

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

"Why? When we decided to let you go to school to start working, isn't it because it has summer vacation? I was worried that the pace of other jobs was too fast and you didn't adapt well, so I went to school. Is the school assigning extra work? You can refuse " After hearing this, the mother was a little surprised, and then asked.

"I thought about it, how about we go hunting in Africa this summer? My dear? Ottilia? Hunt a male lion by yourself, and then have someone make a specimen and bring it back as a souvenir." Ottilia's father, a Chinese The young Caucasian male untied his tie at this time, and walked from the entrance of the loggia, as if thinking about the upcoming summer vacation arrangement, he said excitedly.

His wife shrugged, got up to help her husband tidy up the collar of his shirt, and made a cute expression: "Otilia said that she may need to work this summer vacation, and she is very busy."

"Impossible. Is there a more leisurely job than a public school and university admissions instructor? That is the best job I have carefully selected. It will allow Otilia to spend time preparing for the bar exam." The man walked away Come over, pick up the document in front of Otilia, look at it and say with a smile: "Let me see, what kind of work made my dear daughter give up..."

He didn't finish, 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, Ottilia. No wonder you gave up the vacation. It's a great idea."

"No, it's the number one applicant, Tommy Hawke. What do you think? That's the most hardworking and motivated high school student I've ever seen in Lincoln High School." Ottilia drank 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 initiate on this application, and replace the number one founder with your name, put his own name After putting your name modestly, I will give a suggestion, that is, he'd better prepare two copies, one to be submitted to Lincoln High School, and the other to be submitted to your godfather's office."

"Dad, you can't take away other people's achievements. This is Tommy's own idea, and 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 said in a relaxed tone: "Otilia, why don't you ask that Tommy Hawke's opinion before you are dissatisfied with me? I didn't take anything from others, I just Trying to bring up a deal."

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