Chapter 328 - 325 Everyone For Bob, I Have A Dream (I)
America's a well-known country of immigrants.
It had always been proud of its national inclusiveness and multiculturalism.
Freedom, democracy, opportunities …
This was a beautiful illusion created by the upper class and the political elite.
It seemed that once you arrived in this land, you would be able to live a better life and start a brand-new life.
Just as the cold reality always woke up dreams, bubbles were always punctured by the cruel status quo.
Many people from the lower class traveled across the ocean to find that the so-called 'American Dream' was nothing but a complete lie.
They continued to work the hardest jobs, receive the lowest pay, and were bullied, ostracized, and treated like thieves who stole opportunities.
Special environment and special soil would naturally produce different fruits.
In the 1950s and 1960s, racial discrimination was not a new thing.
In 1917, a conflict broke out in St. Louis.
The reason was that a black driver was speeding, changing lanes at will, and was caught by a white police officer, during which there was a physical confrontation and violent behavior, which led to a siege.
Then it got worse and worse and turned into a fight.
Gunshots were fired, and a black man was shot and fell to the ground, causing a massive riot.
After the incident, the government sent 16,000 soldiers of the National Guard to the streets to suppress the incident, and only then was it quelled.
During this period, 312 houses were destroyed, 48 people were killed, and more than 100 people were injured.
This was the beginning of turmoil.
Just two years later, in Chicago in 1919, the same vicious incident occurred, resulting in 38 deaths, 537 injuries, and property losses of more than 2 million dollars.
In the same year, the wave of racial conflict, which grew like a spreading plague, appeared in many cities, including Detroit and New York.
Therefore, the same kind of scenery in this Land of The Free had already been repeated many times in history.
Party politics had torn society apart, and the general election every four years was just a game in which one group of elites replaced another group of elites to take their turn on the throne.
People either chose one who was pleasing to the eye or another party who wasn't pleasing to the eye.
The seemingly democratic choice was actually meaningless to ethnic minorities and marginalized people.
Therefore, they could only make a fuss every once in a while.
In this way, they expressed their dissatisfaction.
For example, in 1916, the black leader Du Bois said that "Violence is the most effective way for blacks and other minorities to escape from white oppression."
The black community widely recognized this sentence. Every time something discriminated against fermented and expanded, they would take to the streets to protest and start the "Zero Dollar Purchase" activity.
Such a situation wouldn't be alleviated until the appearance of the black pastor Martin Luther King, Jr.
The latter led the non-violent civil rights movement, calling on African-Americans to march and protest in an organized and organic manner rather than simply using violence.
Of course, all of the above were historical descriptions.
At this point in time, Martin Luther King, Jr. was still working as an assistant pastor at a church in Ebenezer Baptist Church.
Seventeen years later, he would become a leading figure in the black community, giving his famous 'I have a dream' speech.
However, a human rights movement of blacks, ethnic minorities, and marginalized people, which had never appeared in history, was slowly unfolding with a bang.
"I'm with Bob! This is a persecution of black people! Those fucking bastards! Suits and sh*tty elites pretending to be big shots, they are trampling on our lives!"
A black guy yelled at the camera in anger.
"I'm for Bob too! There is no shame in being gay! We need to be treated equally! Burn those bigots!"
A middle-aged man dressed in a fancy dress with a foundation on his face said while holding up a sign.
"Bob is innocent! He's like one of those abused, abandoned little animals, defenseless against human cruelty! He deserves justice!"
A member of the Animal Rescue Union, with tears in her eyes, spoke in anguish.
"God will bless Bob. He's a good man."
A religious man blessed.
The interview was streamed on TV, and in just one day, Bob, who was originally unknown, became a household name.
Then, a gradually expanding march took place.
Enthusiastic popcorn eaters took to the streets, even though they didn't know Bob and didn't care about the Affirmative Action movement.
But since everyone else was doing it, what's the harm in joining in?
In this way, people could show their inner sense of justice.
If neighbors or friends asked about it in the future, they would be able to brag about it.
So, standing at the gate of Essex Building in Manhattan, more and more people poured in.
The traffic around the area was nearly paralyzed. Even the police and the police cars that came after them to maintain order were stopped outside.
Such a situation gave Mister Sinister a headache.
He had always kept a low profile and avoided appearing in public.
The sudden exposure and focus made Mister Sinister somewhat at a loss.
He immediately called the White House, the President's private line was connected, and a reproachful voice came from the other side --
"What's going on? Nathaniel, I told you, you could catch mutants, but don't cause a problem."
In Kang the Conqueror's brainwashing of the President, Mister Sinister was set up as the latter's best friend and most trusted helper.
"I don't know what happened. It's not like a protest march organized by mutants. There are African-Americans, gays, animal protection groups, and religious people in the group … I don't understand why they are so agitated? This has nothing to do with them!"
Mister Sinister expressed confusion. For the guy named Bob, 'mutant' became the most inconspicuous label on him instead.
"Respond as soon as possible, issue a clarification, and tell the people of New York through the media that you have nothing to do with this persecution."
The President, thinking clearly, spoke in a deep voice, "Even if a similar incident did occur, Essex Biotech and the government must be the uninformed ones."
"Everything was handed over to an outsourced team that committed this heinous crime, a … deranged temporary worker."
Mister Sinister noted down silently and then spoke a few words before hanging up the phone.
He went to the French window, looking down at the crowd below, with a hint of coldness at the corner of his lips.
With government support and official whitewashing, a rabble-rousing march couldn't shake Essex Biotech's foundation.
"Humph, a small fuss."
Mister Sinister looked contemptuously at the farce and waited for it to end.
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