Miss President wants to talk to you

"We are voters living in a city on a hilltop, and we can't even meet this basic moral standard...?"

Eleanor sighed as well.

"Ms. Hattie, don't be so discouraged."

He said, "The conflict between landlords and tenants has nothing to do with morality, and perhaps nothing to do with race; it's a matter of class..."

Class contradictions.

Eleanor almost blurted it out, but thankfully he reacted in time and didn't actually say it.

In the current federal government, this word really cannot be used carelessly.

Otherwise, countless accusations would be quickly leveled against them.

However, Hattie still heard it.

She looked up and asked, "What is it?"

"It's a structural contradiction that exists at different stages and phases!"

Eleanor's statement isn't entirely wrong.

It's a phase, a phase spanning thousands of years is also called a phase.

"Structural contradictions at different stages?"

Hattie repeated it.

Although she found this statement somewhat strange, she did not pursue the matter further.

Because at this moment, the issue she should really care about is not a single word.

Rather, it's the almost unsolvable predicament before us.

"Then what should we do?"

Hattie felt a pang of guilt. "Do we really have to make those tenants suffer?"

In fact, if these problems can be anticipated in advance, it is not impossible to take corresponding preventive measures.

It's nothing more than mobilizing the army to suppress any signs of riots.

Or they could collude with landlords to get them to prepare private armed forces in advance to protect their property.

Finally, the federal government intervened, providing relief to some, winning over others, and suppressing still others.

The terrifying scenarios you imagine are unlikely to occur.

But

Hattie, to be fair, did not want to take such action.

That was too ruthless, too cruel, and too bloody.

After a long silence, she finally let out a long sigh.

"Never mind."

Hattie said, "I will go and negotiate with members of Congress, appealing to their emotions and reasoning with them."

"Even if it costs me everything, I will make them give up some of their interests."

"Hopefully, this will make things a little easier for the tenant farmers."

Hattie was truly at her wit's end.

Ultimately, Ms. Rosemary is a Democratic president and it's impossible for her to overthrow herself.

Even if I persist to the end, what's the point?

Perhaps President Rosefellow herself wanted to sacrifice the interests of the tenants.

He was just taking the blame for the president.

"Thank you, Mr. Hopkins. The rumors are true; you are indeed a very insightful presidential aide."

Hattie wanted to end the conversation.

But then, Elinor suddenly asked, "Is this the end?"

if not?

Hattie asked in surprise, "Mr. Hopkins, do you have a way to resolve this phase of structural contradictions?"

"There's definitely no way to completely solve it."

Eleanor stroked his chin and said, "But I might be able to satisfy most people."

Ok?

Hattie's brow suddenly twitched.

Wait! What are you saying?

"Satisfying the majority of people?"

Hattie looked at Eleanor and began to wonder if she had misheard.

"What...what do you plan to do?"

"It's very simple."

Eleanor said, "First, amend the law to stipulate that the compensation must be paid to the tenants."

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Hattie was completely dumbfounded.

I just proposed a compromise, and Eleanor kept saying it was impossible to achieve.

Now that he's asked to propose something, his plan is many times more radical than mine!

"Mr. Hopkins, what's the difference between your approach and my previous idea for amending the bill?"

"Of course there are differences."

Eleanor said, "The bills you propose can't be implemented, but the ones I propose can. It's that simple."

What a boastful tone!

Hattie almost laughed out of anger.

"Mr. Hopkins."

Hattie refocused her breathing, trying to calm herself down.

"Do you know that once your bill is submitted, it will immediately offend almost all Southern congressmen?"

"In the end, it might not even pass the committee, let alone be submitted to Congress!"

Offend all Southern lawmakers?

That sounds terrifying!

only

"That's probably unlikely."

Eleanor thought for a moment and said, "I think I offended most of the members of the banking committee before."

"Can you afford to offend a member of parliament you've already offended again?"

Hattie's eyes widened.

So it turns out you're just overwhelmed with debt!

But that only proves your courage, not your ability!

Hattie decided to try and persuade Eleanor not to go down a dead-end path.

“Okay, let’s put it another way: you’re not afraid of offending Southern lawmakers, and you have the ability to get the bill through Congress.”

She sighed. "But please tell me, how will you guarantee that this clause will be enforced?"

"As I have already said, the federal government does not have enough basic administrative power."

"If you want to ensure that the compensation money reaches the tenants, you must at least do the following:"

“Register each tenant farmer individually, write individual checks for each person, send federal inspectors to oversee the process, and establish an interstate appeals system…”

"Each one is as difficult as climbing to the sky!"

"To accomplish this, you would need a rural administrative army of tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands!"

"They must be courageous, capable, and loyal to you."

"I'm willing to go into southern counties and towns for you, to stand up against the local government, sheriffs, courts, and landlords!"

"Mr. Hopkins, can you tell me?"

"Where do you intend to get these 100,000 troops?"

Is it possible?

impossible.

Hattie assumed that Eleanor was unaware of the situation, which was why she said such a thing.

She can pretend that nothing happened.

I'll go back and figure out a compromise myself.

However, Eleanor frowned upon hearing Hattie's question.

"Ms. Hattie."

"what?"

"I have a question."

Eleanor spoke slowly, enunciating each word clearly:

Who told you that?

"I don't have an army of 100,000?"