Song Ya rolled his eyes helplessly.
Taraji in a white shirt walked in, "Taraji, are we cool!?" Tony asked her.
"Not bad." Taraji dealt with, her expression was very serious, "The verdict came out. At 3:15 in the afternoon, all four white police officers were acquitted."
"FXXK, those **** NAZI juries." Tony scolded.
"Wow, have a lot of fun."
Song Ya stood up, "Let's go to the Peace Rights Organization to meet up, cell phone."
He took Taraji and the others and hurried out, "Hey, Cooper, what are you doing?" He called Escobe.
"Those whites are all the **** gang! I'll give a speech in the recording room soon, this is a declaration of war! FXXK!" There was a mess of voices and noises over Escuber.
"Calm down." Song Ya hung up, and before getting into the car, took another opportunity to report the news to the people at BET. Before, Escobe, Dre, Sugnat, 2PAC and others had a show. They brought together the three major black gang leaders (in fact, all small characters) of the lame gang, blood gang and predator in Los Angeles. The statement will stop attacking each other, the response has been very good, and the audience's disgust towards Dray has also been reduced. Song Ya also revealed this to BET.
Call Fergie, and the group drove to the door of Pastor Allison's church. The protest team has begun to gather. The identity of Mayor's Assistant Michelle is not suitable for this kind of activity, but her boyfriend is here.
The police officers were on the verge of an enemy, and several police motorcycles preparing to clear the way stopped not far away.
"Although Rodney King is at fault, it is too much to be guilty of assaulting the police officers. Will this be the cause?"
The organizer, Pastor Allison, has not sent a signal, and Michelle’s boyfriend gave Song Ya a cigarette.
Song Yagui, who has never smoked, took it on hand in a divine way.
"I don't know much about this knowledge, but I believe you, you are professional." The two hid in the corner, and the other took out a lighter, their heads were lighted together, and they began to vomit.
"It is impossible to be completely innocent." Michelle boyfriend said.
"I think so." Song Ya echoed. Rodney King must have asked himself to be beaten, but the police officer who beat him did use excessive violence.
The two waited until the protest team assembled. Song Ya held him with his left hand and Fergie with his right, walking with Pastor Allison and others in the forefront, Taraji walking in the second row behind him, Old Mike and Tony and others Scattered around to protect.
The Chicago side was very peaceful, and the parade was sparse. After arriving at Grant Park at 6:30 in the afternoon, "completed the mission." Song Ya, who had been photographed enough by the reporters, shook hands with the organizers one by one, "Call again if necessary. I."
"Thanks, good boy." Pastor Allison thanked happily.
Before getting in the car and leaving, Song Ya heard a burst of cheers from the crowd, "What's the matter?"
Old Mike turned on the radio, and the local Los Angeles radio station announced: "The Los Angeles police announced that the dispersal of African-American demonstrators at the corner of Florence and Normandy has temporarily failed..."
"Ho!" Taraji raised his hands to celebrate the victory.
"What's so happy about this?"
Song Ya called Song Asheng, "Tell Chicago Chinatown to be careful and close it early."
"It's closed." Song Asheng raps: "The response from Chicago was unexpectedly strong."
"When the news from the'models' in Los Angeles arrives, it won't be so."
Song Ya knows very well that it is a normal reaction of most Africans to immediately celebrate when he hears the news of the police deflating.
Back to the A+ record, everyone gathered in front of the TV.
An interview helicopter of the National Television of the United States captured a group of blacks dragging the white truck driver out of the car at the intersection of Florence and Normandy. Some people beat the driver lying on the ground like animals, and some climbed into the car to search, and then put the driver on and in the car All the looted items were taken, and the white driver was already lying motionless on the ground after the crowd dispersed. Before long, another motorist was attacked by the same method~www.mtlnovel.com~ The helicopter hovered for a long time, but the local police were not seen.
This shocking picture seemed to encourage the local blacks. Later, more and more blacks began to take to the streets. At 8:30, the sporadic fires igniting in the city could already be seen from the aerial view of the helicopter.
"All interviews are rejected."
Song Ya felt a little irritable, and after thinking about it, he dialed Es Cube again, "It seems that things are not going in the right direction, Cooper."
"Uh..." Escobe didn't seem to expect it, "I blame the Mexicans, they got mixed up in the crowd to take advantage of the fire!"
Obviously black people are burning and robbing on TV, "Then you continue to participate?"
"Uh...um..." Escobe hesitated, "I'll probably wait and see in the studio for one night."
"This is the best way. Keep in touch."
Song Ya hung up.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 272: WhereIsTheLove
Song Ya was very accurate. Escobe was a smart man. Facing Los Angeles that was out of control, he decisively tore off the disguise of gang thinking and recovered the well-educated rational mind.
He is the focus of the law enforcement agency. If he stands on the same front with the black people who have become thugs, I am afraid that he will be finished in the second half of his life. There is nothing to do for a while. If such a big thing has happened, who still wants to care about a singer. What are you doing?
This ended well, Song Ya completed the secret trade with Johnson without causing any harm to Escobe.
At noon on the 30th, Taraji turned off the TV, which was full of flames, and walked over to help Song Ya sort out his light-colored shirts and dark suits. "Chicago is also getting a lot of trouble. Do you have to go to Chinatown? Too dangerous. Up."
From yesterday afternoon to today’s noon, the fire in Los Angeles has become more and more intense. Various TV stations are reporting the rising number of deaths and injuries. The elephant party’s credit for winning the Gulf War just disappeared within a day, because the local deaths and injuries occurred. There are more battlefields than the Middle East.
"Song Asheng called and said that before dawn, a Chinese-American store had been robbed, and some people tried to learn from Los Angeles and set fire."
As a traverser, Song Ya didn't want to stand under the dangerous wall, but it was unlucky to sit and watch his compatriots and his conscience was too tight. Time was too tight, so he could only try his best to plan carefully, "Is Pastor William here?"
"downstairs."
Pastor Allison, who was still intimate yesterday, refused his help. Only Pastor William, who was far less influential than his, was willing to come. For the red-eyed young black men, except for their mothers, only in the community. The prestigious pastor can speak effectively.
"Don't go, you stay at home with Fergie."
Song Ya turned around in the mirror, not bad, very handsome.
"I also need to go."
Fergie exclaimed that she was terrified when she saw the news last night. She has been on the phone with her family in Los Angeles. Fortunately, the chaos is only concentrated in the urban area, especially in the city of Shilla. Because of the previous Silla shopkeeper case, the blacks were full of hatred for Silla. Of course, part of the reason was that Silla opened a variety of small shops and was the best target for robbery.
Many blacks helped the old and the young, the elderly, women, and children. They pushed the supermarket carts to **** everything that could be taken away from the store, even toilet paper. Some people simply drove to pretend to be enough. They faced The reporter's camera showed a smiling face with a bumper harvest, and he didn't feel ashamed.