America 1982-Chapter 461 - 81: Must Not Let the Bad Guys Succeed

The next morning, with dark circles under his eyes and his mind elsewhere, Jeff, as usual, took his three kids to school. Just as they got out of the car and ran into the campus, before Jeff could even start the car, he was surrounded by the parents of over seventy children. It seemed these parents still knew to keep Jeff’s dignity intact, as they refrained from cursing him out in front of his kids.

"You sure you can save me, boss?" Martin looked apprehensively at the pack of parents with angry faces storming toward Jeff and asked Tommy, who had come to the school separately.

Tommy saw the scene of more than a hundred people gathered in the school parking lot and frowned slightly, "The situation is a bit more unexpected than I thought..."

"What? More unexpected than you thought? Can I still escape now and be saved?" Martin, hearing Tommy’s words, anxiously scanned the nearby streets and repeatedly asked, "Didn’t you tell me that the letter was just a tasteless joke? But now it looks like those people are about ready to tear Jeff apart, and you’re planning to have me take his place."

Tommy said, "Sending a Trojan shouldn’t warrant all the parents coming to the school to confront Jeff. Either a mother or a father alone should suffice. Why have mostly fathers rushed over, with not many women? Or perhaps both parents showing up? We should find out why so many families have both parents present. These days, a Trojan is hardly worth making such a fuss over."

"Jeff, what have you done to the kids?" In the parking lot, a middle-aged man in fruit factory overalls pushed through to Jeff and asked him sternly, "What have you done, are you possessed by a devil?"

Jeff, trying to maintain a serious expression amidst the crowd, explained, "Like always, I told them the story of the Garden of Eden and gave them some candies and biscuits I bought, that’s all."

"That’s all?" The man scratched his head, eyed Jeff, then looked at the other parents, "What do you think? My son brought an envelope back to my wife, saying it was from a black man, that Jeff instructed him to pass it to his mom. When she opened it, besides a letter, there was a... Shit~ there was also a..."

"Also a Trojan brand female finger cot?" another parent chimed in.

The man nodded, "Yes, you too...?"

The other parent nodded and looked around at the other parents, who were all furiously pulling out the same envelope, clearly having all received this ’gift.’

Under the scrutinizing gaze of the crowd, Jeff, his face flushed red, protested, "This isn’t mine, I don’t even know about this letter, what does it say?"

"It says that you’re advising us, your beloved neighbors, to reduce childbirth to leave welfare for Cubans and black people," a parent, throwing the envelope at Jeff, said angrily.

"There’s another issue. If you wanted us to reduce childbirth, you damn well should’ve sent condoms, not female finger cots. Are you mocking my wife for only being able to use her fingers, or are you mocking my length?"

"You want us extinct, and yet expect us to vote for you?" Another bearded parent pointed at Jeff and bellowed, "Go to hell, Jeff! I’m going to report you for bribing voters! And you damn well gave the wrong gift, seriously hurting the voters’ self-esteem!"

From outside the crowd, Tommy, upon hearing about the finger cots, finally understood why those kids’ fathers were willing to be late for work to confront Jeff.

"Didn’t I tell you to buy a hundred Trojan condoms? How did it turn into female finger cots?" Tommy asked Martin in a lowered voice.

Martin, observing the white parents who seemed eager to prove their length to Jeff right then and there, swallowed hard, "You didn’t give me any money, boss. I can’t focus entirely when stealing. I saw the Trojan brand and just quickly stuffed it into my pocket. How could I notice that Florida would display female finger cots in the most prominent spot on the shelf!"

"You sure know how to provoke white people," Tommy patted Martin on the shoulder, "As a black man, giving those white men’s wives finger cots, insinuating their uselessness, especially in a place with the robust customs of Florida, seems to have worked better than ordinary condoms. I’ll remind Jeff to buy life insurance for you."

After speaking, Tommy looked toward Page, who was not far away smoking a cigarette. Page nodded slightly, signaling that they had already called the police as Tommy had instructed.

"It’s your turn to step up, campaign manager," Tommy said to Martin.

"This is a mistake, it’s not my handwriting, I... I wouldn’t do this, I love kids, otherwise, I wouldn’t volunteer at the school taking care of the children," Jeff still desperately tried to defend himself within the crowd.

Martin took a deep breath, hopped onto the roof of a car, and pointed at Jeff, "Jeff, it doesn’t matter, just admit it openly. Yes, the letter was written by Jeff. Here’s the thing, I hope everyone can understand Jeff. He’s running for council, but white people in this district aren’t interested in politics, so he needs to win over the Cuban and black votes to have a chance of succeeding."

"Who the fuck are you, nigger!" A white burly man turned and yelled at Martin, "Also, how would you know?"

"I’m Martin... Marvin, Jeff Raven’s campaign manager. I saw with my own eyes him handwriting those letters," Martin stated earnestly.