America 1982-Chapter 405 - 51: Three Old Guys
Martin looked somewhat uneasily at the tall, well-built black brothers in front of him. To be honest, he felt that any one of them plucked randomly from the crowd would be more suited to the job of a bodyguard than himself.
"Guys, I’m a little curious, with talents like you, if you went into some popular business, you’d definitely make a name for yourself on the streets of New York. I’ve seen your kind in Miami, in Los Angeles. There’s a group in Compton, Los Angeles, called the Compton Executioners; they are similar to you. While other street gangs are busy fighting and killing, they focus on their own business. If no one provokes them, they definitely won’t cause trouble. What I mean is that, even though they keep a low profile, they maintain a certain level of notoriety within the industry. This way, other gangs try to avoid conflicts with them," Martin said as he took a box of ice cream from the fridge in the living room. He then scooped it with a spoon while talking to the big guys who helped him scare off the street hooligans last night.
"We’re not a gang; we’re a neighborhood organization," one burly man said with a sincere face, repeating to Martin, "We don’t do illegal things. After all, we haven’t done anything, and we’re still frequently troubled by the police. If we really did something, we’d probably already be in prison."
Hearing this, Martin swallowed the ice cream in his mouth and pointed his spoon at the man, "That’s exactly the problem! Brother, what’s your name?"
"Drake, Drake McKee," the big man, who was clearly the leader, said while standing somewhat uncomfortably in the luxury hotel’s Presidential suite living room. Upon hearing Martin’s question, he spoke his name.
With the air of someone who had seen the world in Los Angeles, Martin said, "If you guys did those things, the police wouldn’t bother you at all. The black people in Los Angeles and Miami have long understood this. In the eyes of white people, us ’niggers’ are definitely criminals. You guys carry weapons but don’t deal drugs, don’t murder, don’t kidnap, don’t rob... That’s what truly keeps the police scared. Believe me, if they knew you were robbing with those weapons, they would breathe a sigh of relief, thank God that the Black Fruit gang isn’t planning to assassinate the goddamn President, they just want to rob a couple of convenience stores, and by the way, murder five black folks! They wouldn’t waste any more energy on you and could just slowly investigate when a victim’s family reports it."
"Black Fruit is a black neighborhood organization formed in response to the calls of Malcolm X and Louis Farrakhan. We’re not a gang, sir. The purpose of this organization is to protect black people from humiliation, to ensure that the children of black families can grow up safely, to guard them as they grow, until they mature, to become the ’fruit’ that black people need," Drake said earnestly to Martin, wearing a brown cotton jacket, with his arms crossed in front of him. "We are very grateful for your donation. Since ’82, we haven’t received any major donations. It’s been very difficult to operate, and this is almost the biggest donation we’ve gotten in ten years." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
Martin didn’t have much of an impression of the name Malcolm X; he only knew he was a famous black activist who was killed in the sixties.
But the name Louis Farrakhan truly resonated with Martin; he was still active in the United States, a well-known black supremacist, an anti-white cult leader, and a staunch anti-Semitic columnist, who often accused Jews in various black newspapers of manipulating the media, the government, and the economy to oppress black people. He even openly claimed that black people were inherently superior to other races.
What was more excessive was that this black supremacist often praised Hitler for his greatness and significant contribution to the world due to his elimination of a large number of Jews, whom he described as evil as Satan.
Once at a black national convention, he openly stated that American Jewish bankers had supported Hitler, allowing him to massacre their German or Polish kin, so one should not think that Jews were genuinely kind and protective of their own. They were only close to money; for their own interests, they could support Hitler in massacring their own people and then play the victims after the war to gain privileges.
Such shocking statements also made the Jewish Defense Organization (JDO) and the Jewish Defense League (IDL), two major Jewish self-defense organizations, consistently place this black man at the top of their assassination blacklist.
To use a more direct term, this guy could be considered the leader of the black KKK, nicknamed "the black Hitler."
The main reason he didn’t end up murdered like those black activists of the sixties was because he was more extreme and harder than Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, and others. He believed in YSL, had a black paramilitary group that followed YSL, received donations from YSL leaders from around the world, and there was even a rumor that black activist Malcolm X had been killed by this close friend because Malcolm’s approach was milder and he was willing to compromise and communicate with white people.
The United States Government was hesitant to easily target such a tough character. Eliminating him would not just completely mythologize him but could also lead his numerous black followers, who worship him, to transform from fervent cult members to real terrorists, potentially causing even more harm to the United States.
Besides, he had only made many anti-Semitic statements and had not really committed any acts of terror.
