America 1982-Chapter 406 - 51: Three Old Guys_2

Moreover, the Jews had tried assassination activities, but after a few encounters, they didn’t get the upper hand. The two major Jewish self-defense organizations in the United States, backed by Israel and Jewish American tycoons, were not inferior to this black sect, which had strong YSL overseas support, including Libya, Egypt, and other countries as its financiers.

And the black believers under him were not the everyday street trash seen on the streets; these black believers were firm in faith, able to adhere to premarital abstinence, practice monogamy after marriage, reject alcohol and drugs, and even Louis demanded that believers avoid too much contact with street culture popular among the black community, respect others, and strive to learn.

These guys seemed no different from the devout knights of the medieval era.

Even many African Americans would privately donate small amounts to Louis Farrakhan and his organization. For example, Martin had donated ten US dollars.

Not for any other reason but simply because they felt he was the light of the black community. A few years ago, at a Montana 3K Klan gathering, several black men under his command rushed in with homemade Molotov cocktails and set the venue ablaze, shooting at the 3K Klan’s emblem, frightening the local Klan so much that they dared not retaliate and eventually relied on calling the police to arrest those people.

Many such deeds had occurred, to the extent that even the largest African American organization in the United States, the NAACP, was scared enough to distance itself from him, claiming that Louis Farrakhan’s black religious group was a hate organization believing in black supremacy and could not represent all black people.

Those black gangs that lurked in major cities only bullied other black people and didn’t have the guts or courage to provoke white people.

Black Fruit was exactly these idealistic black people, founded in 1979 in response to a cult defined by white people, aiming to emulate the followers of Louis Farrakhan by strictly holding themselves accountable, avoiding any illegal behavior, and trying to maintain the safety of the black community.

But the problem is, ideals are beautiful, reality is cruel.

The reason Louis Farrakhan’s followers could be so strict with themselves was that they had financial backers and lacked nothing. These black men obviously did not have as many sugar daddies as Louis Farrakhan, and they had persisted this long, even when falsely accused by white people of being an extremist group, still adhering to avoiding illegal activities. It was already a miracle in the black community.

"If, during my time in New York, you’re willing to ensure that those little troublemakers don’t bother me, I’ll consider it," said Martin, looking at them sincerely but actually a bit guilty, "I’ll ask my secretary to see if I can offer you some legal work. If you do well, I think donations will appear regularly."

He was just a bodyguard and driver, not a real big-shot, so of course, he couldn’t actually make regular donations to support this neighborhood organization’s operation.

However, these black men didn’t doubt Martin; after all, last night they had all seen Spike Lee, Vanessa Williams, and other famous figures in the black community who had needed Martin’s help.

Upon hearing Martin’s words, these black men all showed joy. Before they could even express their gratitude, Martin’s phone rang.

"Sophia?" Martin answered and, hearing Sophia’s voice on the other end, stepped onto the balcony, distancing himself from the black men, and lowered his voice, "What’s up?"

"I’m glad to hear you’re not drunk. How’s it going?" Sophia asked on the other end of the call.

"Very well. I’ve never figured out if the boss arranged this as an employee benefit just for me," said Martin.

Hearing Martin actually expected Tommy to consider employee benefits, Sophia felt the need to dampen his hopes, "You need to change your love for fantasy, Martin. Today’s experience is mainly to prepare you for tomorrow’s work."

"What work?"

Sophia mentioned the arrangements, "There are a few African American naval officers that Tommy wants you to host during this time, the same way you treated yourself yesterday. You will probably need to prepare a few more cars, arrange drivers, and take them around to various attractions in New York."

Martin looked at the black men in the living room, phone in hand, and said, "I should have guessed. The boss didn’t let me go spend money yesterday just to reward me for my hard work. Sophia, in what capacity... should I deal with those officers?"

"As a producer for BT Television or a senior hair stylist or something? You can print whatever title you like on your business card, but you’ll have to pay for the printing costs yourself," laughed Sophia, "and Tommy asked me to remind you, even if you write that you’re the President of the United States on your business card, you can only get a weekly salary of 250 bucks."

After hanging up, Martin walked back into the living room and looked at the black men, "Do you know how to drive?"

The black men looked at each other and then nodded at Martin, "Of course, sir."

"Good. My secretary called me; there’s been a change in my schedule in New York. Some African American senior military officers from the Pentagon are on their way to see me. I plan to arrange a few luxury cars to pick them up. If you are more trustworthy than the drivers the car rental companies can provide, I think, donations will beckon you," Martin said to the black men:

"Every one of them is a big shot just like me, someone you’d never have the chance to meet otherwise."