Miss President wants to talk to you

If Eleanor can't stand this, she really doesn't dare to continue.

Hattie also realized that her attitude had gotten a little out of control.

She took a few deep breaths to control her temper, and then sat up straight again.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hopkins, you must be laughing at me."

She said, "I will not speak again until you agree. Please continue."

After saying that, she tightly closed her mouth and showed it to Eleanor.

He indicated that he really wouldn't interrupt anymore.

well.

That's the right attitude!

Elino was relieved and continued speaking.

"It's not wrong for the government to want agricultural production to decrease, and it's not wrong to subsidize farmers. The real problem is, who are you going to give the money to?"

Eleanor opened the draft agricultural bill and found a page on it.

“Look, it says here that the compensation is to be received by the landowner or the person who has actual control over the land.”

"Mmm mmm mmm mmm?" Hattie asked.

She kept her promise and didn't say a word.

But the meaning is quite clear.

Is there a problem?

The Ministry of Agriculture needs to find someone who can sign a contract to compensate for the reduced production if it wants to issue compensation payments.

The agreement is signed with whoever owns the land.

This is the natural order of things, and Hattie doesn't think there's anything wrong with doing so.

Eleanor didn't rush to answer.

Instead, he suddenly asked a seemingly unrelated question.

“Ms. Hattie, do you know how many people in the Federation live off agriculture without owning land?”

"That means those small farmers, tenant farmers, and sharecroppers?"

Hattie thought for a moment and said, "Hmm?"

"That's right!"

Eleanor nodded. "Two million seven hundred thousand households! That involves nearly ten million people!"

Finally, we've gotten to the main point.

Eleanor's expression no longer held any hint of a joke.

“Ms. Hattie, your idea is indeed very good. The government should pay for the compensation to farmers who voluntarily reduce production.”

"But the government's money all went to those landlords."

"With compensation and a significant reduction in agricultural production, what will they do to the tenant farmers they originally supported?"

"The better ones might give you some money to get rid of you, but the worse ones will just kick you out!"

"Ms. Hattie, did you expect this to happen?"

"Once this bill is passed, the federal government will immediately create nearly three million unemployed families!"

"Nearly two million households are located in the southern agricultural states!"

"Ms. Hattie, are you trying to create another Civil War?!"

These words struck Hattie like a thunderbolt.

The scene Eleanor depicted was truly terrifying.

She didn't dare to think about it at all.

Three million unemployed families, nearly ten million people...

What a hellish scene this is!

Moreover, this is different from the unemployed population in cities.

In rural areas, the connections between households are much closer.

What if, among these millions of households, a few people are educated and have been exposed to Marxism...

Hattie could almost see herself hanging from a street lamp.

"Well!"

Hattie called out first, then realized that she really had to speak up now.

Fortunately, she saw Eleanor nod at her.

So she exclaimed impatiently, "What do we do?! Eleanor, we can't let this happen!"

and many more!

Eleanor was utterly stunned. No, who's talking to you about "us"?

If this were to actually happen, you, the one who proposed the bill, would certainly be hanged.

As for me?

I'm going to embroider a red flag overnight!

At this moment, Hattie was completely devastated.

Eleanor was right, there was indeed a problem with his bill, a huge problem!

But why didn't I think of that?

Why didn't anyone in her staff warn her of this danger?

"They misled me...my advisors misled me..."

Hattie, trembling, confided her confusion to Eleanor.

Eleanor could understand why this was happening.

"Your staff team is mostly from the South, right?"

Eleanor wasn't surprised at all. "These people probably haven't changed their mindset. They still think that the current sharecroppers in the Federation are still the same black people they used to be."

It's not surprising that most people who excel in agriculture come from agricultural states in the south.

This group of people were not only good at agriculture, but also good at using the whip.

They never treat Black people as human beings.

Their views were not wrong before the abolition of slavery.

But times have changed.

"Among the current federal tenant farmers, there are only 700,000 Black tenant families, but 2 million White tenant families!"

Eleanor said, "Once the bill goes into effect, you will see an unprecedented spectacle: the most conservative white Southerners will unite with the Blacks."

"If that's the case, Ms. Hattie, you will go down in history as the first person to truly promote racial equality!"

Hattie was trembling with fear and finally dared not listen any longer.

How come I never noticed before that Eleanor has a talent for telling ghost stories?

At that moment, looking at the Agricultural Adjustment Bill on the table, she wished she could tear it to shreds.

If it really is because of me that the Federation is torn apart.

She will never atone for her sins!

"For example, if I were to add relevant provisions to the bill."

Hattie lowered her head, trying her best to think of a remedy. "Would it be better to demand that the compensation be shared among the tenants, or that the landlords who receive the compensation not be allowed to dismiss the tenants?"

This was the most effective method she could think of.

As for directly stipulating in the bill that the money should be distributed to the tenants?

It's not that she doesn't want to, it's that she simply can't.

First of all, the bill is unlikely to pass in Congress.

The Democratic Party currently holds a majority in Congress, and most Democratic members of Congress come from wealthy Southern landowning families.

They have a great influence.

It is impossible to allow such a bill, which divides up one's own interests, to pass.

Therefore, Hattie could only try to think of compromise solutions.

Upon hearing this suggestion, Eleanor didn't even bother to refute it.

He asked directly, "Do you think this is possible?"

"……impossible."

Hattie herself questioned herself.

To implement the improvement plan I just proposed, there is a strict requirement.

That means the federal government must have sufficient administrative capacity to carry out all of this.

However, they simply couldn't produce it.

The Norton Federation's grassroots control is extremely weak.

Any agricultural adjustment plan must be implemented by state agricultural agencies and county agricultural commissions.

These committees were entirely controlled by local landowners, plantation owners, and their stakeholders.

"hateful……"

Hattie was truly desperate. "Aren't those landlords willing to make even the slightest concession and share even a tiny bit of their profits with the tenants?"