The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 477: Acquittal, Black People’s Anger

It's drizzling in New Orleans.

Near St. Charles Avenue, some black people stood quietly with the drizzle above their heads.

They were wearing ill-fitting, shabby suits and were thin. They would never appear in such a place in the city center in the past. Even if they had to pass by, they would lower their heads and walk away quickly.

I was afraid that I would be troubled by those white people.

They are the rats of this city, foraging in dark corners.

But today is different.

Many people even borrowed a decent set of clothes to come here just to make themselves look more dignified.

At least, what happened here today is very important to them.

"Go back to Africa!" A white man threw a stone over from the distance.

Many black people looked at him with deep hatred in their eyes.

However, seeing the police officers standing near the court, they suppressed their anger and turned to look at the building in the middle of the street, the Criminal District Court.

Generally, cases involving less serious charges will only be heard in the Magistrates' Court.

The Criminal District Court hears more serious cases, such as manslaughter and murder.

They are here today just to wait for a result and justice.

At this time in the court, some black people who were dressed more decently were sitting in the gallery. They were all elites among black people, scholars, businessmen, and some had even participated in politics before.

However, in the past two years, southern states have begun to segregate black people, and the political rights they originally fought for have also been cancelled.

The black congressmen who appeared in previous years had inspired many people, but looking back now, they seem to have become a flash in the pan.

In the dock was the policeman who shot the black child. He kept giving the same story that he shot the child because he ran away.

After hearing the statements from both sides, the judge sat there for a while and waited for the opinions of the 16 jurors.

16 jurors, 16 white people.

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty!"

"Not guilty..."

Every opinion of the jury caused some commotion in the gallery.

But the jurors didn't even glance at the gallery.

"Silence!" The judge picked up the hammer and knocked on the table. He looked at the records in his hand, raised his head to look at the gallery, then turned his gaze to the defendant and spoke slowly.

"After careful deliberation, the jury reached the following conclusions based on the law and evidence... After weighing all the evidence and statements provided by the prosecution and the defense, the jury found that it could not be ruled out beyond a reasonable doubt that the defendant did not exceed the proper scope of his official duties under the circumstances and did not commit a criminal offense..."

"Therefore, this court, by the unanimous verdict of the jury, acquits the defendant."

Hearing this, the accused policeman smiled, a smile full of victory.

Next, he can take the money and run away.

The black people in the audience first showed expressions of disbelief, which were then replaced by anger.

"I understand..." The judge wanted to appease those in the gallery.

"Shit!" Some people threw the cup or umbrella in their hands away.

"It's a joke. American law is a joke!"

"You are all in the same group, doing shady deals!"

"Assholes! You are all cold-blooded accomplices to murder!"

Countless people stood up and cursed, and everyone's face was filled with anger.

The judge shrugged and walked away.

In fact, the case had already been decided before the trial.

Not only did the gang members arranged by Chen Zhengwei contact him, but also the white supremacist organization, the police station and some congressmen...

No one wants a police officer to be sentenced for shooting a black man.

After all, black people are a group of slaves, thieves, and the scum of the bottom of society.

If a white policeman is sentenced for shooting a fleeing black man, who will be a policeman in the future?

Are the Southern states the white Southern states or the black Southern states?
So this result is inevitable.

When the verdict came out, all the white people at the scene smiled with satisfaction.

However, the blacks were surprisingly angry.

A black man pushed open the court door and looked at his compatriots waiting outside in the rain.

Those people in the rain also looked at him expectantly.

Those who were close to the court could already hear the noise inside and had a bad feeling in their hearts.

The black man's face showed an expression of anger and sadness. His body was shaking with anger. He squeezed out the words from between his teeth:
"They say...the executioner is innocent!"

The other blacks stared at him blankly, and then all became angry: "They are all accomplices of the executioner!"

"These bastards, the United States never treats us as human beings!"

All the black people on the street became angry, clenched their fists, and looked at the white people and the police with angry eyes.

The police have already pulled out their guns. If they try to charge, they will only be met with bullets.

"Calm down, calm down, everyone calm down!" The leaders of the black community kept calling out and went straight to the black people.

"They killed little Samuel, and then they acquitted the executioner, did you hear that? Not guilty! How can you expect us to remain calm?" An angry black man grabbed his clothes and made him look into his eyes.

"Tell me how to calm down?"

"Or attack those armed policemen? I am as angry as you. I am no less angry than any of you. But we cannot let our anger bury our reason." The black leader looked at him and said.

"They are not the only ones with guns!" the black man said coldly.

"Nathaniel, don't mess around!" The black community leader's expression changed slightly, and he looked at him with a warning and pleading look.

Nathaniel looked back at the black people behind him, including his neighbors and friends. Then he took a deep breath and raised his arms: "We need fairness!" "We want fairness!" Others also raised their arms and shouted.

"Punish the murderer severely!" Nathaniel shouted again.

"Punish the murderer severely!"

“We want fairness”

These blacks continued to shout and protest on the street in front of the court, and the blacks coming out of the court also joined them, but to no avail.

Until the end, they did not see the executioner walk out of the court.

To avoid a riot, the executioner left through the back door.

This was the first trial, but not the last. The next day, a trial result was also announced in Charleston, South Carolina.

Another police officer who shot and killed a black man was also acquitted.

The results of the two consecutive trials angered millions of black people across the United States.

In a short period of time, countless black people took to the streets again in major cities across the United States.

“Black people are people too!”

"Given human rights!"

"We are not slaves!"

Various slogans are clamoring in the sky above every city.

……

"I like it here! I want to build a house here, okay?" Anna was very happy on the mountain. She ran to Chen Zhengwei and threw herself on him.

boom!
The recliner under Chen Zhengwei was already bearing pressure that it shouldn't have to bear, and now with the addition of another person, it shattered into pieces.

"Fuck!" Chen Zhengwei's nose was not a nose, and his face was not a face, and he pushed Anna aside.

"Are you stupid?"

The moment he landed on the ground, he almost reached out his hands to support himself and turn over.

But the stupid woman Anna was still on him, which affected his movements. He might not be able to turn over and hurt his wrist. So he quickly withdrew his hand and fell heavily to the ground.

Anna climbed onto Chen Zhengwei with a smile, and then kissed Chen Zhengwei on the mouth.

After a while, she finally lay on Chen Zhengwei's chest contentedly, her fingers constantly stroking Chen Zhengwei's chin. "It's fine to just lie there like this!"

"Fuck, my back hurts!" Chen Zhengwei cursed angrily and pushed her aside again.

The broken wood of the recliner was still pressing against his back.

Anna got up from the ground and jumped over again, swinging back and forth while holding Chen Zhengwei's arm with a smile on her face.

Chen Zhengwei felt that during these two days in the mountains, she was like a husky that had let itself go.

Standing there, you can see Los Angeles and the vast Pacific Ocean in the distance.

I have to say that the scenery here is really nice, no wonder it later became a residential area for the rich and celebrities.

Chen Zhengwei does plan to build two estates here.

But the best part is not here.

Chen Zhengwei set his sights on Pasadena, located northeast of Los Angeles and close to the San Gabriel Mountains.

The land here is more extensive, suitable for building large estates, and the scenery is also beautiful.

Although this was not the land allocated to him by the US government, he was able to buy it by spending a little more money, $12 per acre. It was sold to him by the Los Angeles City Government, and the money will also be given to the Los Angeles government.

Los Angeles then used the money to hire a group of Chinese workers from Chen Zhengwei and bought some equipment and materials to build the city's drainage system.

Chen Zhengwei bought 30,000 acres of land in Pasadena, including hills, forests and a lake, which he planned to use to build an estate.

This estate is roughly the same size as the Los Angeles land that the United States sold to him at a low price under the Treaty of Washington, with a total of 121 square kilometers.

The main building covers an area of nearly 5 square meters, with a total of three buildings covering three floors.

The total construction area is close to 20,000 square meters, and it is in Chinese garden style.

To this end, Chen Zhengwei also asked people to find several garden designers from the Qing Dynasty.

Because the construction period was too long, Chen Zhengwei decided to build two small estates in Hollywood Hills and Beverly Hills first.

When the two were admiring the mountain and sea scenery on the Hollywood Hills, a henchman came up from the foot of the mountain on horseback and handed a telegram to Li Xiwen, who then walked over to Chen Zhengwei.

"Brother, telegram!"

Chen Zhengwei took it, looked at it for a few seconds, and sneered, "Those white people have never regarded other races as human beings!"

"What happened? Can I see it?" Anna leaned over to take a look. Chen Zhengwei handed it to her and continued to sneer:
"But the situation is different now! They still dare to do this, which is equivalent to lighting a big bomb under their buttocks!"

He wasn't quite sure what happened in America in his previous life.

But now... he had just dealt a heavy blow to the US government, exposing its weakness.

Other ethnic groups are already restless, and yet they dare to do such a thing. Do you really think that others can be enslaved by you obediently?
When Li Xiwen saw Chen Zhengwei's reaction, he lowered his head and didn't want to speak. He was afraid that he would be beaten as soon as he opened his mouth.

Brother, have you forgotten that you were the one who caused this and that you were the one who arranged this result?

"I now doubt whether the United States can survive 100 years from now..."

Chen Zhengwei thought that if he continued to mess around like this, the United States would be in danger.

Just throw this matter aside. He is here for vacation, not to work.

The next day, another trial result was delivered to Chen Zhengwei.

Chen Zhengwei still took a glance at it, then threw it aside, too lazy to pay attention to it.

I stayed in Los Angeles for a few days, hunted in the mountains for two days, and then took a tour around downtown Los Angeles.

After a few days, he returned to San Francisco after having enough fun.

As soon as he got off the boat, Chen Zhengwei ordered: "Ask two reporters to meet me at the club."

(End of this chapter)