America 1982-Chapter 509 - 97: Everything is Open for Discussion_5

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Chapter 509: Chapter 97: Everything is Open for Discussion_5

"Fuck you, Cubans! As long as Iโ€™m alive, donโ€™t even think about invading this land that I deeply love! I will guard this country like these two dogs on my back guard the graves of my comrades!" Jeff said, putting the boy down, so overwhelmed with emotion that he ripped his T-shirt off with his hands to show the fierce bulldog tattoo on his back. ๐“ฏ๐“ป๐’†๐™š๐’˜๐“ฎ๐™—๐“ท๐’๐“ฟ๐™š๐’.๐™˜๐“ธ๐™ข

"This is what I want to say, folks. I donโ€™t need your donations, because with your money, I canโ€™t make any promises. I just want to find a place to showcase my determination and tell everyone that Cubans havenโ€™t completely taken over District 18. Iโ€™m still here, and Americans are still here!"

"As long as Iโ€™m here, as long as the American spirit exists, the Cubans wonโ€™t be able to carry out their evil invasion!"

"I will protect this land, and Americans who love this country will safeguard this rich soil!"

"God bless America, God bless Florida, God bless Miami, God bless Americans!"

"Thank you all for listening to my impolite speech, driven by anger. Thank you." Jeff waved to the crowd, then picked up the boy:

"Lastly, I urge you all, please turn your attention to those two elderly folks, after all, they need your support more. Donโ€™t let this free land suffer from tyranny, donโ€™t let the land we live on witness another Cuban massacre of Jews, God is with us."

Having said that, Jeff turned cleanly and prepared to leave the scene with his family. As he turned to go, a wave of enthusiastic applause erupted from behind him.

The reporter, somewhat stuttering, said to the camera, "This candidate named Jeff Raven, we can see... although he may not be as eloquent as other politicians weโ€™ve met, his emotions are genuine, and right now, there are about two hundred people on site spontaneously applauding because Raven does what he says. He has refused donations from the people in this district, didnโ€™t even distribute personal materials, and had no obvious means of publicity, and now heโ€™s ready to get in the car and leave."

The Jews in this district also thought that after he finished speaking, his team members would come up to call for donations or hand out flyers, but surprisingly, Jeff and his team were about to leave.

This time it was the Jews on site who couldnโ€™t sit still any longer. At that moment, a few elders called out, "Mr. Raven! Mr. Raven! Weโ€™re moved by your speech and shocked by your sincerity, but as for the boy, it would be better for him to stay here. After all, he is Jewish, and if the elderly return, I think theyโ€™ll come back here..."

"Gina, bring Stephen as if heโ€™s late for the stage, and remind that idiot Stephen to wear a Jewish cap. Whatever you say, I want the two of you to pose as a Jewish couple and take the boy to Jeffโ€™s place for a temporary stay." Tommy saw that Jeff was about to leave and that some Jews stopped Jeff to keep the boy, he called someone on his cell phone.

Stephenโ€™s voice came through the phone: "Why take the boy to Jeffโ€™s house?"

"That way, the elders can move in with a good reason, and in the coming time, Iโ€™m going to have TV stations and newspapers line up at their door to put Jeff Raven on every media possible. Act like a couple and donโ€™t mess up." Tommy ended the call, and while dialing Pageโ€™s number, he said to Martin beside him, "Have BT broadcast this news nationwide tonight, and all the Florida newspapers with a nativist bent should feature Jeffโ€™s name. Also, remember to announce that Jeff will be raising funds for the eldersโ€™ legal costs."

Martin nodded, about to speak, but Tommy had already called Page: "Jeffโ€™s about to exit the scene, Page. Those black guys helping Jeff install billboards in Little Havana, they havenโ€™t been beaten yet, have they? Itโ€™s just across the street; how can the news be so slow? Itโ€™s already started? Good."

Hearing Tommy speak, Martinโ€™s eyes widened: "My black brothers are installing billboards for Jeff in Little Havana while heโ€™s cussing out the Cubans? Shit, does the Tucker family have anyone left after today? Speaking of which, I havenโ€™t bought insurance for them yet..."

"What are we going to do, then? Do you want to replace them?" Tommy asked Martin as he hung up the phone.

Martin shook his head decisively: "No, itโ€™s better if everyone sticks to their own duties. If they end up in the hospital, Iโ€™ll buy flowers and visit them."

Tommy looked at Martin and nodded in satisfaction: "The affection between you black brothers is really touching."

"Is that everything? Broadcast the news, announce Jeffโ€™s support for the elders, right?" Martin repeated the tasks Tommy just laid out.

Tommy looked into the distance at Gina, who appeared with Stephen, and the Jews who were once again drawn in: "No, Jeffโ€™s union is the Miami City Pipeline Workers Association. Youโ€™ll have to find time to go with Jeff to his union. Donโ€™t mention asking them to support Jeff directly. Meet with the union leaders, find out what they need. As long as theyโ€™re willing to strike in support of the Jews, anything is up for negotiation."