America 1982-Chapter 504 - 96: Jeff Murders a Jew?_2

"I don’t know..." Jeff thought for a moment, then looked up and asked Tommy’s backside, "So, should I play dead too?"

Tommy didn’t respond. He saw Gina going back to the bedroom with the manuscript. That girl was bold and unrestrained—not only did she change clothes without closing the curtains or windows, but even though she clearly saw Tommy sitting on the tree ladder, she deliberately faced towards him while changing. Unfortunately, it seemed she was angry that Tommy had let other women exhaust Stephen, so she purposefully only exposed half of herself before quickly putting her clothes back on. Then, she flipped Tommy the middle finger before pulling the curtains shut.

"What were you saying just now, Jeff?" Tommy finally regained his senses from the blinding visual effects and looked down at Jeff to ask.

"I mean, do I really have to play dead too?" Jeff, having not noticed why Tommy had been distracted, obediently repeated his question.

"If even a corpse can get elected, why can’t you, who loves this country and life? This morning’s incident frightened you and Jessica, and for that, I’ll chastise Martin. But that’s politics. A politician is accountable to those who bankroll him, like those veterans who donate to support you, like me. You want to leave now—what about our losses? So, if a politician drops out, either he pays back those donations out of his own pocket, or his Democratic Party is willing to refund the donations for him. If neither is possible, then there’s only one option left—not just dropping out of the race, but leaving this world as well," Tommy said, lowering his head and locking eyes with Jeff.

Jeff was terrified by Tommy’s tone. He shuddered and looked back at Tommy with a sense of helplessness.

Tommy cracked a smile and patted Jeff’s broad shoulders from above, "I’m kidding. You’re not cut out for politics, Jeff. I knew that the day I met you. You went to Washington because you wanted to tell everyone the Earth is flat, that God created the world, and now you’ve added on advocating for veterans’ poor medical situations. After all this, you’re supposed to return to your former life. That’s also what I think. So believe me, you’ll get your wish. Life will go back to the way it was before. I never lie to truly good people, and you, you are a truly good person."

"Thank you, Tommy. Of course, I believe you," Jeff sighed in relief, then smiled, "Jessica said you would have a way. She told me to talk to you, and she promised she won’t get mad about my running for office anymore, as long as we don’t lose our house and don’t have to put the kids in foster care."

"That will never happen," Tommy firmly stated, "As long as you do the right thing."

...

In the Southern District’s Coral Street, this area has been a gathering place for the Jewish community since 1915. By 1930, as the number of settled Jews grew, it even expanded to nearby Ochoa Street. However, among the Jewish groups settling here, no legendary tycoons emerged; most were generations of ordinary small business people.

Jeff, Jessica, and their four children were now standing very formally in the heart of Coral Street’s public park. Jeff held a large megaphone, reading from his speech to passersby, while Jessica and the children held his campaign flyers, ready to hand them out to anyone who stopped to learn more.

But now, it was nine o’clock in the morning, and whether it was the passing tourists or the Jewish shop owners on this street, none of them were at all interested in what Jeff was saying. Only two police officers assigned to maintain order at the gathering yawned nearby, discussing what to eat to fill their stomachs at noon.

Martin sat in the rented business sedan parked at a distance, peering out of the window with binoculars, observing Jeff’s family’s movements and said casually to Tommy beside him, "Boss, are you sure you don’t need to call a few dozen veterans to come help Jeff put on a show? It’s so pathetic out there...it’s like most niggers’ savings."

Seeing that Tommy paid him no attention, Martin continued to observe Jeff through the binoculars, mumbling, "Moreover, you had me invite BT’s local contract affiliate TV station to cover the event, but then you sent Page to handle the negotiations with the TV station, and both the TV reporters and Page are nowhere to be seen. What did I say, Boss? Whites can’t be trusted; it’s the blacks who are most reliable. You should trust Page a little less; he’s overstepped, and I feel for you... What The F*ck!"

Martin saw an elderly white couple with a boy appear in the central park, accompanied by seven or eight TV reporters wielding cameras and mics, and the most outrageous part was the old woman wearing a black skirt past her knees and a traditional Jewish headscarf, while the little boy beside her wore a neat and delicate yarmulke.

The old woman walked up to Jeff, who was reading his speech, and shouted, "Scammer! Get out of here! You’re a scammer! You’re all scammers!"

Jeff, looking utterly befuddled at the three uninvited guests, quickly put down the megaphone and said to the woman, "I’m sorry, madam, you must have mistaken me for someone else?"

To his surprise, the old woman grabbed Jeff’s megaphone, turned back, switched it on, and shouted to everyone around, "Do not vote for the Democratic Party! Do not vote for anyone from the Democratic Party! They are murdering Jews! Everyone! Attention! Someone is murdering Jews!"

Not only was Jeff’s family speechless at the old woman’s shouted accusation, but the two police officers who had been slacking were also startled by her words. They jog-trotted over from their patrol car to find out what was happening. Meanwhile, tourists on the surrounding streets and the Jewish shop owners from nearby stores were drawn by her statement, and when they saw that it was a member of their own community wearing a Jewish headscarf who had shouted the accusations, they quickly gathered around, forming a circle near them.

A few local shop owners wearing yarmulkes stared at Jeff, whose face bore a fierce expression, and cautiously asked the old woman, "Madam, what happened? Did he hurt you?"

And those TV reporters, with their cameras rolling, captured the whole scene.

"You wouldn’t really spend money to run a TV ad claiming Jeff has killed Jews, would you, Boss?" Martin, discarding his binoculars and with a face full of anger mixed with surprise, said loudly to Tommy, "The only answer I can think of is that Page is actually a Republican supporter. He has betrayed you. What are we waiting for? I can go buy you a taser right now, and I’d be willing to pay for it myself."

Tommy opened the car door, stepped out, and walked slowly towards the scene: "Jeff has not killed Jews, the Democratic Party has not killed Jews, but someone within the Democratic Party has killed Jews. So, it could be said that both Jeff and the Democratic Party are accomplices, unless they prove their innocence."