I became Stalin chapter 241

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“Another black man was arrested for not getting up from the bus. This must be stopped! Bus companies can run because black people ride. But they treat us like bastards.”

“Right! Right!”

The Communist Party’s actions were swift. In front of the sheriff’s office where Jim Parks was arrested, a dozen people gathered in an instant. Passers-by stopped walking, and those who were having dinner at home opened their windows and looked out.

“The 14th Amendment provides that every ‘person’ born in the United States is a citizen of the United States and has equal protections under the law. But are black people equally protected by the law?”

“no! no!”

“Arrest those bastards right now!”

Pastor Warren was shocked to see the sight and almost fell down. He actually thought that the Communist Party member he had just talked to was white.

But it was black people who were proudly shouting in front of people now. The cheerful and cheerful voice of the past was now resounding among the people with irresistible power.

And there was something even more surprising.

“Awake, cast off the workers’ military yoke! Justice burns like the flames of a crater!”

“No old chains can stop us as we usher in a new era in the cursed land of the earth!”

The party members who sang the International with their arms crossed in red scarves were a mix of black and white.

In the heart of the South, Alabama, where blacks can’t use the same restaurants or schools as whites, the scene was provocative. It was more powerful to see black and white people holding hands than singing the song “Red” out loud.

An old white woman walking her dog saw the sight and sat down on the street in search of God.

“Oh My God… What is this?”

“Hey! Hey! Everyone shut up!”

bang! bang! From the sheriff’s office, the sheriff and her assistant walked out with guns. The sheriff, who fired his shotgun twice into the sky, shouted at the Communist Party in a very annoyed voice.

“This dude is free!”

It was difficult to hold him in the seat of color in the first place, so the sheriff slapped Jim Parks on the shoulder and kicked him out of the sheriff’s office.

Communists cheered.

“Wow! Eliminate discrimination! Eliminate discrimination!”

“Welcome, brother!”

Pastor Warren ran to Parks and took his thick hand. The scars of handcuffs, which were red and swollen, remained vividly on his wrists.

“Are you okay? How much Lisa was worried about you… .”

“I’m sorry, Pastor. But these people… ?”

“nice to meet you! Friend of the People, Hope of the Poor. This is John Lenin, General Secretary of the Alabama Regional Party of the Communist Party of America.”

The young black man, who identified himself as Lenin, smiled broadly and asked for a handshake. Pastor Warren and Parks, who know a little about the name Lenin even if they don’t know much, shook hands with a frown on their faces.

“The name… You are special.”

“Ha ha ha ha ha! They often said that. There are quite a few people in our Communist Party who have changed their names in this way.”

John Lenin chuckled and introduced the people around him.

“In Africa, the origin of our black people, our ancestors probably had different names and surnames. But we lost it all and were given the names of white slave owners. Little, Stewart, Jones.”

“so… ?”

“Yeah, so I changed my name. The name of the revolutionary of my own choosing, Lenin. How is it? Ha ha ha ha ha!”

Daughter Carol was joking around, laughing and joking around to see if the strangers who spoke kindly to her were funny. About half of the members of the Communist Party were black and the other half were white, but they treated each other without hesitation, regardless of the color of their skin.

“Well then, Mr Parks. What do you plan to do in the future?”

“Yes? How are you… .”

“Can you ride the bus in the future?”

“… .”

John Lenin’s question was sharp. White bus drivers and company bosses won’t let him cause such a commotion.

The sheriff released him, but even today a white mob could come in with torches and guns and hang him. The Communists had no happy delusions of what Alabama was like.

“Pastor Warren, what are you going to do?”

“That… Well… .”

“Are you going to be patient? Enduring this oppression? Are you going to pass this world on to Carol?”

“… .”

When the other party members heard this, they hid their laughter and chatter and looked at them seriously.

“However… But what can we do? We just… Aren’t you just a bastard?”

When Jim said that, John Lenin grinned.

“When we are together, we are strong.”

His outstretched hand, Parks suddenly grabbed it.

* * *

“그 빌어먹을 깜둥이 새끼. where… .”

The driver spit out low profanity and drove the bus.

Yesterday a bastard made a fuss on his bus and until then had to be investigated by the sheriff’s office.

He was very annoyed when he heard that the bastard had just been released because of the rednecks.

“Uh… ?”

But today, there seemed to be unusually few passengers. The bus stop, where there were originally five or six people, was empty today.

Only white people get on the bus. Even they were puzzled that the bus was empty. Passing by an empty bus stop, however, they found a sign.

“Bus boycott… ?”

“Eh? What are you talking about?”

“There, over there, on that sign… .”

A sign stood where the passenger pointed. A bright red lettering was written under the fist, which was clenched and raised to the sky. The bus driver was not very good at reading, so he slowly read the text with a frown on his face.

“race… car… A breeding ground for discrimination… Montgomery Bus… boycott? American Republican Party? Ha!”

“What is this?”

“I don’t know either. What kind of rednecks are installing… .”

The world is very young. The bus driver kicked his tongue and stepped on the accelerator again. Black people who don’t know the subject are running rampantly holding hands with rednecks!

“The Clan” had to step in. Teach the subject to those cheeky bastards.

Perhaps thinking about the rally to be held tonight, the bus driver stepped on the accelerator.

* * *

The road was full of black people. Numerous blacks in the area readily accepted the bus boycotts of the Communist Party and the NAACP.

“Ha ha ha ha ha! Boycott the bus!”

There was a group of white workers with a red scarf on their left forearm. They walked shoulder-to-shoulder with their black co-workers to the factory and to the workplace.

Those who could afford more than others carpooled in their own cars and carried their neighbors. Black taxi drivers paid only 10 cents to get a car full of black people to take them to work. The same was true of the occasional white Communist taxi driver.

The boycott, which was quickly organized, stunned even those who participated in the boycott.

“Howdy! you too?”

“Haha, the manager too?”

It was difficult to intentionally do something, but it was easy not to do something.

Don’t take the bus! This simple argument made people think it was worth trying, and after flyers circulated and phone rings rang a dozen times, thousands of people joined.

you too? you too? After a few rounds of greetings, people no longer tremble in fear.

Alabama Communist Party General Secretary John Lenin said:

“When we are together, we are strong. Everyone, the comrades next to you are with you. Do not be afraid.”

The white authorities were busy trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Of course, I would have been shocked if I had actually been on the street and saw the crowds of black people filling the streets.

“Blacks Can Be Bus Drivers”

The boycott had two main requirements.

In the existing bus transportation system, seats were segregated according to race, and black people had to give up their seats to white people on the bus unconditionally. The repeal of this provision was one thing.

In addition, bus drivers could only be white, but this was also selected as the object of the abolition request. Blacks, who had been tyrannized by white bus drivers, were enthusiastic about the requirements.

“okay! Damn bus driver bastards… . What can’t we say!”

“We have the same right to sit and ride the bus!”

Terrified that the bastards dared to systematically demand something, the white people, of course, started various kinds of oppression.

“Taxi drivers who pay less than 45 cents will be fired unconditionally!”

First, taxis were targeted. Taxi drivers who had picked up black passengers for weeks for only 10 cents and bus fares were fired for example.

As winter came and a cold blizzard hit, white leadership, thinking that black people could not get around without taxis and buses, grabbed them and attacked their vehicles.

“You are fired.”

“Yes? Nonsense! I follow the rules… .”

“I got a report that you picked up people for only 10 cents! Also, I was hanging out with some fucking redheads. Did you think we would just let it go?”

Eight black taxi drivers and two white Communist taxi drivers were fired. Bus companies, which have suffered huge losses due to the bus boycott, risked their blood and lobbying to break the organized behavior of black people.

Taxi companies were also unwilling to see drivers supporting the black movement at the expense of the company.

“Hey, are you fired? Then we have a way.”

However, he could not press down on those who were supported by evil. Rain, wind, or snow, black people walked to work with their teeth clenched.

And the Communist Party has an unexpected ally.

* * *

“What? Bus boycott?”

“Yes, Comrade Secretary General. In Montgomery, Alabama, South America… .”

Kruglov even showed me a map of the United States and began to outline the incident to me. But I also knew about it.

The event that sparked the black civil rights movement of the 50s and 60s in actual history was the Montgomery Bus Boycott. Pastor Martin Luther King participated in this and led the boycott movement, and it has emerged as a synonym for the black civil rights movement… .

“The Communist Party organization in Alabama is asking for support.”

“Heh heh heh heh… .”

State authorities were cracking down on the black movement in a frivolous way. Blocking commuter roads, firing taxi drivers who give cheap rides to black people, persecuting communists… .

There was little room for the Communist Party to cope with, mostly poor workers or blacks. If you have any money… .

No, you don’t need money?

“Then, I can send you a bunch of them.”

“Yes? If that’s the case… .”

“Why, you have it!”

Hearing what I was saying, Kruglov said, “Oh,” and nodded in admiration.

“Okay, Comrade Secretary General!”

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