Rebirth in America

In September 1957, the District Court in Little Rock, Arkansas, announced that nine black students would be admitted to the city's public central high school in accordance with the 1954 Supreme Court decision on desegregation in public schools.

White racists fiercely opposed this decision, and the most noisy among them were the Ku Klux Klansmen.

The state's governor, Forbes, sent the National Guard in the name of "riot control" to prevent black students from enrolling, but failed. Soon, with the governor's connivance, thousands of racists surrounded the school, beat black reporters, and drove away eight enrolled black students.

The Little Rock incident shocked the world. Under strong pressure, the Eisenhower government was forced to send more than 1,000 paratroopers to Little Rock on September 24 to "protect" blacks from enrolling in school. This made those white racists very unhappy, and subsequent attacks on black people also occurred in several southern states.

When Alex and dozens of people rushed into the air, the Atlanta police also responded. They immediately dispatched all police officers to conduct a blanket search.

The police chief was a fat, middle-aged white man. He knew that if a black singer was burned to death by the Ku Klux Klan within his jurisdiction, he would be doomed. At least in this life, he won't be able to get promoted, and he might even be transferred to a certain prison as the director.

That night was a sleepless one in Atlanta. Many people were awakened by the search team. When they learned that the Ku Klux Klan had kidnapped black people, people hurriedly locked their doors and windows for fear of someone breaking in.

Especially those black people who live in places like Atlanta, where racial conflicts are violent and violent, have long understood what happened to such incidents. Fortunately it wasn't in a small town, otherwise they would have been affected long ago.

Most lynchings in the American South occurred in small towns. For example, this is the case of the famous "Mississippi River Case". In a small town called Philadelphia, three college students disappeared. This case has not been able to bring the murderer to justice for decades.

When white people heard about crimes that had occurred, or rumors that black men had raped white women, they were driven by hatred and prejudice and could not wait for legal proceedings and decided to take the law into their own hands.

They often stormed county jails or police stations, snatched out black people allegedly involved in the case, and brutally killed them in broad daylight, completely ignoring basic procedures and evidence.

Sometimes black people were hung on telephone poles or trees in the center of towns, and sometimes black people were burned to charcoal in the square.

In an execution, if the victim is killed neatly, he should really thank God for his mercy.

In fact, before being executed, the vast majority of victims were usually tortured by gouging out their eyes, pulling out their teeth, burning, beating, mutilating their limbs, castrating their genitals, and skinning them.

The executioners not only want to maim or kill these poor people, they also want to "humiliate and bestialize" these prey that struggle and groan under their claws.

This kind of majority tyranny is often carried out in a grand manner, and nearby white people drive here to watch, turning it into a festive carnival for the masses. Sometimes the local mayor and police chief are also present, and local newspapers report on it. Some people even take photos and print them as postcards to send to relatives and friends.

"This can't go on like this. I'm worried that they have been brutally murdered!" one of the policemen said to himself.

"Well, the Ku Klux Klan will definitely not be merciful. I can only hope that they will not suffer too much torture." Another person continued.

"By the way, Mr. Director, why didn't you see a police dog with you when you were searching?" Alex asked.

"Police dogs? Only the anti-narcotics team has them. I've already asked someone to borrow a few of them. Don't worry, they'll be here soon."

Hearing such words, Alex was even more upset. After their police dog is borrowed, I'm afraid Chuck and the others will be roasted.

He didn't expect that the people around him would encounter this kind of thing. He originally thought that with so many bodyguards around, there wouldn't be any safety issues. Who knew that the Ku Klux Klan would infiltrate the hotel and kidnap people out.

Now not only bodyguards and police are searching, but even the hotel's manpower has been mobilized.

When Alex was worried, he suddenly saw a familiar figure. He quickly stopped: "Jannis! Janis!"

Janis was dressed like a waiter, and she was also helping with the search. When she heard Alex's shouting, she was still a little confused. She thought the voice she heard was an illusion, after all, Alex did not appear in his previous disguise.

"Hey! Janis, it's me!" Alex ran up to her, and then spoke in another voice: "I'm the head of the record company, do you remember me? Janis!"

"Ah, I remembered! You, how did you..."

Janis looked at Alex in surprise. She recognized Alex. It turned out that Alex was the supervisor who gave her a business card. What she didn't even expect was that this supervisor turned out to be her idol singer Alex.

"Why did you run away to Atlanta?"

"I……"

"Oh, by the way, where is your dog? Did you bring it?"

"A Chou? It's coming here too. Wait a minute and I'll call it over."

"Come on, I want it to help."

Before the police chief waited for his police dog to arrive, A Chou had been found by Janis. Looking at this ugly dog, no one is sure that it can find the target like a police dog. But now that the matter has come to this, we can only treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"Can your dog do it?" some police officers asked Janis.

Faced with such questions, Giannis never knew how to answer. She simply pretended not to hear and focused on cooperating with Alex.

"Come on, dog, smell this bad guy's clothes and lead us to find him."

They believed that the people who kidnapped Chuck and Little Richard must also be members of the KKK, so they must be participating in KKK activities now. As long as the kidnapper is found, the kidnapped person can be found. Now it depends on whether A Chou can help. If not, then we can only leave it to fate.

After Scandal got past the target prisoner's clothes, he quickly started running. While running, I smelled as if I was really tracking something.

"Hurry up, it may actually find the target prisoner."

Led by this humble native dog, they drove to a remote place on the outskirts of the city. It was a large orchard, and before everyone could run in, they could already see a few lights in the distance.

"Look! It must be over there. Everyone, prepare your weapons quickly and be sure to stop their criminal behavior."

The fat police chief immediately took out his pistol, checked the bullets inside, and opened the safety. Under his command, the police officers were also ready for battle. In other vehicles, the bodyguards hired by Alex also took out their guns.

At the shining end of the fire, a large cross was erected in the center. People wearing standard KKK uniforms surrounded the cross and held a religious-like ceremony.

A Klansman who looked like a leader was saying loudly: "These two dirty niggas have defiled us white women, defiled the sacred marriage, and defiled our homeland. They must pay the price and get punish!"

Countless people agreed and echoed, and some people howled wildly in the darkness.

"Hang the Negro!"

"Damn niggas!"

“Long live the white man!”

After everyone had finished venting and calmed down, the voice that spoke at the beginning continued: "More than two hundred years ago, our ancestors rescued their ancestors, the black devils, from the dark and ignorant African continent and fed them food and clean water. , gave them a place to live, and allowed them to experience the beauty of labor. But what did they give us in return? It was hatred, hostility, and a knife stabbing us in the back!"

He paused and continued: "Not only that, they also tried to pollute our blood, take away our job opportunities, and occupy our homes! They are a group of shameless beasts with extremely filthy pores! For such a If there are animals, we should use the means to deal with animals. Skin them with knives, chop off their heads, and burn them with fire."

"Yes, burn them to death!"

"Burn them!"

"They must be burned to death!"

Chuck was tied to the cross and already felt that no one would run to save them. When he heard these confusing words, he almost laughed out of anger. He shouted loudly: "Nonsense! What a fucking nonsense!"

Little Richard stared blankly at the dark edge in the distance, UU reading www.uukanshu. NET didn't say a word, and it took a long time to make a sound. The voice was so small that even Chuck couldn't hear it clearly.

"What are you talking about? Little Richard!"

"I came to the crossroads and dropped to my knees. I got to the crossroads and dropped to my knees. I begged God to save poor Bob!"

Little Richard's voice rose from soft to loud, and Chuck quickly understood that it was a song, and a very famous one at that.

This is a famous black song called "Crossroads", sung by the black singer Robert Johnson.

It tells the story of a black man who came to a small town in the South at dusk when "lynchings" were rampant in the South in the 1920s and 1930s. When he was about to cross the intersection to go home, he was suddenly surrounded by a mob of white people wearing white clothes and white trousers with only two eyes exposed, and was finally beaten to death.

This is very similar to what happened to the two of them. They are exactly the same. The only difference is the way of death.

There is nothing more terrifying in the world. As black people, they have to live in fear all day long.

Chuck sang along with Little Richard, and the two sang louder and louder, almost drowning out the curses of the Ku Klux Klansmen.

"I came to the crossroads and dropped to my knees. I got to the crossroads and dropped to my knees. I begged God to save poor Bob!"

The song "Crossroads" echoes desolately in the dark night, making people mistakenly think that they are just like Bob, standing in the center of the intersection, surrounded by dangers in the darkness.