I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

After Chapter 88, you will be a noble Black person.

Logan went to great lengths (not really) and worried himself sick (a little bit) for the rise of Black Americans and to give America a small shock.

History shows that what Black Americans need is not the violent resistance of one or two heroes, but a Black leader who can lead them to build a sense of community and unite them to work toward a common goal.

Therefore, he needs to provide a complete solution, from spiritual to material.

Logan originally wanted to take out Uncle Marshall's works and give them to Hughie so that he could find a way to liberate black people from them, but then he thought that Uncle Marshall's ideas required too much of the qualities of the practitioners, and black people were probably really impossible to liberate.

Conversely, myth construction might be more feasible in the Western world, for example, by referring to a certain Middle Eastern tyrant.

Once the group identity and goals constructed by mythology take hold, it's truly madness.

And Hughie seems to have gotten it!

Black people are the original human race on Earth!

Black people are not inferior; on the contrary, they are superior to white people!
In an era without DNA technology, before the African origin of humankind theory was even conceived, in an era where "eugenics" was rampant, and in an era where "Black people were treated like wild animals," how significant was the impact on Black people?

Logan didn't know.

But he knew that if it really got into his head, he couldn't even imagine how far black people would go when the theory of the African origin of mankind was proven!
But spirit alone is not enough; the economic base determines the superstructure.

To put it bluntly, without money, you can't even bleed!
Building a team costs nothing, training costs nothing, food and clothing cost nothing, and keeping people calm costs nothing...

More importantly, bootlegging is an organized crime.

Historically, the Italian community's ability to rise to prominence during Prohibition and become the most powerful underground force was largely due to their organizational skills.

"Selling alcohol may seem simple, but it actually requires meticulous organization, strict discipline, efficient execution, absolute loyalty, and the courage and wisdom to handle unexpected situations..."

"Han Solo" pointed to the barrels and said to the bewildered Hughie, "These are what your people currently lack most, and what they most need to train!"

"Through this business, you can quickly cultivate a core team with combat effectiveness and cohesion!"

Finally, he offered an irresistible temptation: "For the sake of my old friend's long-cherished wish, I am willing to supply you and your people with an unlimited supply of the finest and cheapest wine."

"You've gained the attention of the Dark Force, which means you're part of this generation of Black people—"

He glanced at Hughie's dark skin, and his lips twitched.

"Child of Darkness!"

—This is probably the easiest title to use!

“You are the one with the best chance of carrying on the legacy of my old Black friend and ensuring that his lifelong dream is not in vain!”

Han Solo, without forgetting to don his noble mask, spoke with a somber yet sincere tone: "Lead your people toward awakening. This is not only for yourselves, but also for that grander 'Great Harmony' guided by the Dark Force!"

This comprehensive approach, encompassing everything from spiritual beliefs to material foundations, from goals to implementation paths, clearly outlined Hughie's objectives.

After Hughie absorbed all the information, he was completely convinced, tears welling up in his eyes, his heart filled with boundless gratitude and admiration for "Han Solo".

These are true friends! They are mentors! They are guiding lights illuminating the path for Black people!
If Han Solo were Black, he would be elevated to a divine status right now. It turns out there really is light in Chicago!
Hughie had a sudden realization: the other party might not actually need his offerings.

"Your Excellency, the Dark Force and Chicago..."

Han Solo appeared slightly surprised, but didn't hide anything, nodding slightly, "Chicago will be the holy city of the underworld!"

“Your goal is not here. You must go back to Mississippi, back to Alabama, back to South Carolina, back to Georgia, back to Louisiana, back to the lands of your people, and lead your people to find your own holy city!”

Filled with a sense of responsibility and mission, Hughie loudly replied, "I will follow your guidance!"

……

The next day, Hughie found his old comrade-in-arms who was still worried about him.

Completely different from yesterday's somber and wary demeanor, Hughie now seemed reborn, his face radiating an almost frenzied glow that Leo had never seen before, and he walked with an air of confidence.

He grabbed Leo's shoulder tightly and said with great enthusiasm, "Leo! My brother! Let's go back to our hometown in Mississippi! Let's do something really great!"

Leo was completely stunned, staring at him in disbelief, and reached out to touch his forehead: "Hughie, are you alright? Have you forgotten why we moved from Mississippi to the North? There's no place for Black people who want to make a living there."

Hughie gave a cryptic smile. "No, things are different now. I've seen the light in Chicago!"

Seeing Leo's puzzled look, he lowered his voice, as if sharing a supreme secret: "Do you know that we black people have a lost holy city, Wakanda?"

Leo was even more confused. "Really? I've never heard of that."

Hughie nodded, his tone incredibly serious, "So it is the lost holy city, but I have received the gifts left behind by the holy city and the black sages!"

“Come back to Mississippi with me and help me sell alcohol. We’ll use the money we make to build our own governing bodies, communities, shops, and cities for the Black community.”

"We must eradicate white cultural values, seek our African roots, and write a new history for Black people!"

"No, we are returning to our rightful place in history! We Black people are not a race abandoned by God! On the contrary, we are the truly noble original humans!"

"White people will eventually surround black people and cheer for us!"

He patted Leo's chest forcefully and said calmly, "Brother, from now on you're a noble black man!"

Leo stared wide-eyed at Hughie, who seemed to have completely transformed, and listened to his insane and horrifying pronouncements, which sounded like gibberish. He felt a chill run from his feet to the top of his head.

Oh no! We're doomed!
It seems that the old comrade-in-arms has really been completely brainwashed by the madness of this godforsaken place, Chicago!

Hughie could see the shock Leo was experiencing and his complete disbelief, but he didn't say anything more, only emphasizing, "You're coming back to Mississippi with me first!"

When the endless supply of liquor appeared out of nowhere in Mississippi, when the extraordinary power that even black sages once possessed was displayed before them, it spoke volumes.

They'll find out then that everything he said was true!
……

　Root, a friend of the Black Jedi!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)