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PostPosted: Sat May 01, 2021 2:21 pm
by Louisianan
Emazia wrote:
Newne Carriebean7 wrote:Senator Sharp glared at Hubert before barking out at the Louisianan representative.
"Ah, right...you're here too.. Well I'll be frank with y'all Huey, I'm not your biggest fan personally, it's the yellin' n' your bullyin'. That don't mean I'm not goin' t' turn down no good cigars for all y'all. I'm just here for politics n' maybe some cheap ass coke or somethin'. I'm well aware that I'm a dumbass, It's somethin' I is a prouds ofs, n' it's good for mah shtick inna comedy. Y'all learn a whole lot from nearly twenty years inna politick, the first is the glory of the dumbass electorate. Y'all just gotta stay vauge, say some shit, kiss some babes or babies n' y'all win re-election without no sweats or shits given. Y'all oughta now that you young bastard of frenchistan. Merede as they say in surrenderville!"

Senator Sharp then takes a swig of his lemonized coca cola, burping rather unprofessionally before pulling out a cigar from his pocket and stricking a match, discarding it by stomping the briefly still lit flame out and grinding his foot down.

Turner's eyes narrowed, clearly having been surrounded by two...interesting people. He was certainly a racist, but his classism almost got the better of him that moment. He stood there, wearing his expensive, pinstripe suit, taking a puff from his even more fancy cigar.

"It's Turner, Senator. Frank Turner. Former general for the US military. You might remember me from Italy." He continued, having a far less distinct accent than the two men and taking a seat. "Why don't you two take a seat. Also, Senator, it's pronounced merde," He caustically replied, with a slight condescending tone about him, "As they say in France, tu es être rond comme une queue de pelle." pronouncing in perfect Metropolitan French. "Regardless of that fact, why don't we get to business? Tell me, gentlemen, what do you think of the so-called 'Civil Rights Act' that made it way through the House and Senate thanks to those damn liberals?"

"Merde, je ne savais pas que tu parlais cajun!" Broussard said with a smile, "Anyway, the civil rights act, in my opinion, was just another overreach of the federal government. I agree, all people ought to be able to vote, I don't think we need new commissions, to enforce that. I also think, people ought to be able to understand what they're voting for. The negro's don't understand what they're voting for, they just vote for whoever claims they help 'em. I swear, the only reason it passed was because (Not-Johnson) wanted political capital, not because he was a liberal." Hubert said, trying to remember if that's all he wanted to say, "Thats my opinion on it."

PostPosted: Sat May 01, 2021 2:46 pm
by Newne Carriebean7
Senator Sharp's features returned a pleasant smile, revealing two sets of yellowing teeth and probable tooth decay from the seventy year old southerner.
"Frank Turner! Ah, for the life o' me I couldn't not never 'member yer name none. I would g'an 'bout n' call y'all as that other senator from 'ssippii. Damn glad we finally meet!" Senator Sharp sipped slightly on his coke before burping unprofessionally.
"Why don't none o' y'all fellers speeks the englishes n' not no Frenchie talk. My French's real rusty from my time in France durin' the great ol' war, but from what I recall: 'non tu ne peux pas avoir ma banane'! I 'member sayin it to a damned monkey when I had the time to visit Paris durin' some R n' R. That lil' bastard wanted my damned banana! Anyways, business.."
Sharp took another swig from his coca cola, smiling at the taste of the beverage, how smooth it was as it glided down the old man's throat. His eyes shut briefly as he tasted hints of cinnamon, or maybe his taste buds started to go. Hell if he really knew.

"I honestly thought Pike was president when he shamefully held the Senate n' the house at gunpoint n' said 'sign'. That bastard was nothin' more than a no good grave robbar! He should've been impeached when we had the chance t' impeach the damned bastard. I don't want no more negroes n' coloreds n' blacks t' be votin' no more! It's a bribe, that's what it is. It's to ensure absolute loyalty t' a votin' block that shouldn't even be allowed t' vote inna the first place!"

He quickly downs another coca-cola before continuing.

"That's what the GOP is doin'. They wanna have loyalty, they don't give a cotton picken hell the condition these Negros are in. They'll court their votes, then be on their merry way, not lookin' past the door or inna their rear-view mirror! I have fond memories of that there filibuster 'gainst that there bill. I 'member doin' a whole lotta yappin' just no one would listen none to the wise old 'ssippiian! Damn shame, that's what it is. I tried my damndest to defend the rights of a state o' sippii to deny blacks the right to vote. The black african don't got no rights down inna the south! I'd rather see to it that a hunnded o' 'em are strung up high, lest I let a single one inna the poll box. Of the hunnded, we is a just gonna count three votes for the patronage party o' republicans inna 'ssippii.

That's what I'm hopin' for. Just a handful o' negrofied votes is the best mississippii will git. Say y'all gots a hunded thousand white votes, then we'll add inn roughly seventy five to at most two hunnded n' fifty black votes for the patronage elephants inna 'ssippii. I'll be damned if I lose control of the party machinery in Jackson, come hell or high water, I am going to go down to Washintinn, git on my station wagon n' wave that flag o' white supremacy till my arm is numb or some shit like that!"

PostPosted: Sat May 01, 2021 2:53 pm
by Louisianan
Newne Carriebean7 wrote:Senator Sharp's features returned a pleasant smile, revealing two sets of yellowing teeth and probable tooth decay from the seventy year old southerner.
"Frank Turner! Ah, for the life o' me I couldn't not never 'member yer name none. I would g'an 'bout n' call y'all as that other senator from 'ssippii. Damn glad we finally meet!" Senator Sharp sipped slightly on his coke before burping unprofessionally.
"Why don't none o' y'all fellers speeks the englishes n' not no Frenchie talk. My French's real rusty from my time in France durin' the great ol' war, but from what I recall: 'non tu ne peux pas avoir ma banane'! I 'member sayin it to a damned monkey when I had the time to visit Paris durin' some R n' R. That lil' bastard wanted my damned banana! Anyways, business.."
Sharp took another swig from his coca cola, smiling at the taste of the beverage, how smooth it was as it glided down the old man's throat. His eyes shut briefly as he tasted hints of cinnamon, or maybe his taste buds started to go. Hell if he really knew.

"I honestly thought Pike was president when he shamefully held the Senate n' the house at gunpoint n' said 'sign'. That bastard was nothin' more than a no good grave robbar! He should've been impeached when we had the chance t' impeach the damned bastard. I don't want no more negroes n' coloreds n' blacks t' be votin' no more! It's a bribe, that's what it is. It's to ensure absolute loyalty t' a votin' block that shouldn't even be allowed t' vote inna the first place!"

He quickly downs another coca-cola before continuing.

"That's what the GOP is doin'. They wanna have loyalty, they don't give a cotton picken hell the condition these Negros are in. They'll court their votes, then be on their merry way, not lookin' past the door or inna their rear-view mirror! I have fond memories of that there filibuster 'gainst that there bill. I 'member doin' a whole lotta yappin' just no one would listen none to the wise old 'ssippiian! Damn shame, that's what it is. I tried my damndest to defend the rights of a state o' sippii to deny blacks the right to vote. The black african don't got no rights down inna the south! I'd rather see to it that a hunnded o' 'em are strung up high, lest I let a single one inna the poll box. Of the hunnded, we is a just gonna count three votes for the patronage party o' republicans inna 'ssippii.

That's what I'm hopin' for. Just a handful o' negrofied votes is the best mississippii will git. Say y'all gots a hunded thousand white votes, then we'll add inn roughly seventy five to at most two hunnded n' fifty black votes for the patronage elephants inna 'ssippii. I'll be damned if I lose control of the party machinery in Jackson, come hell or high water, I am going to go down to Washintinn, git on my station wagon n' wave that flag o' white supremacy till my arm is numb or some shit like that!"

"Why are you yelling?" Hubert says, "Why in the hell are ya yelling?"

PostPosted: Sat May 01, 2021 2:57 pm
by Emazia
Newne Carriebean7 wrote:Senator Sharp's features returned a pleasant smile, revealing two sets of yellowing teeth and probable tooth decay from the seventy year old southerner.
"Frank Turner! Ah, for the life o' me I couldn't not never 'member yer name none. I would g'an 'bout n' call y'all as that other senator from 'ssippii. Damn glad we finally meet!" Senator Sharp sipped slightly on his coke before burping unprofessionally.
"Why don't none o' y'all fellers speeks the englishes n' not no Frenchie talk. My French's real rusty from my time in France durin' the great ol' war, but from what I recall: 'non tu ne peux pas avoir ma banane'! I 'member sayin it to a damned monkey when I had the time to visit Paris durin' some R n' R. That lil' bastard wanted my damned banana! Anyways, business.."
Sharp took another swig from his coca cola, smiling at the taste of the beverage, how smooth it was as it glided down the old man's throat. His eyes shut briefly as he tasted hints of cinnamon, or maybe his taste buds started to go. Hell if he really knew.

"I honestly thought Pike was president when he shamefully held the Senate n' the house at gunpoint n' said 'sign'. That bastard was nothin' more than a no good grave robbar! He should've been impeached when we had the chance t' impeach the damned bastard. I don't want no more negroes n' coloreds n' blacks t' be votin' no more! It's a bribe, that's what it is. It's to ensure absolute loyalty t' a votin' block that shouldn't even be allowed t' vote inna the first place!"

He quickly downs another coca-cola before continuing.

"That's what the GOP is doin'. They wanna have loyalty, they don't give a cotton picken hell the condition these Negros are in. They'll court their votes, then be on their merry way, not lookin' past the door or inna their rear-view mirror! I have fond memories of that there filibuster 'gainst that there bill. I 'member doin' a whole lotta yappin' just no one would listen none to the wise old 'ssippiian! Damn shame, that's what it is. I tried my damndest to defend the rights of a state o' sippii to deny blacks the right to vote. The black african don't got no rights down inna the south! I'd rather see to it that a hunnded o' 'em are strung up high, lest I let a single one inna the poll box. Of the hunnded, we is a just gonna count three votes for the patronage party o' republicans inna 'ssippii.

That's what I'm hopin' for. Just a handful o' negrofied votes is the best mississippii will git. Say y'all gots a hunded thousand white votes, then we'll add inn roughly seventy five to at most two hunnded n' fifty black votes for the patronage elephants inna 'ssippii. I'll be damned if I lose control of the party machinery in Jackson, come hell or high water, I am going to go down to Washintinn, git on my station wagon n' wave that flag o' white supremacy till my arm is numb or some shit like that!"

Turner drank a Lavender Collins, trying not to have too much of a visible reaction to Sharp's enthusiasm as he nodded along with Broussard.

"Well, Senator, I can see you feel very strongly about this. Don't worry, we'll make sure the...blacks can't vote. We'll throw out all that 14th Amendment buggery when we're in the White House. There are many in the Republican Party who have a similar feeling, no doubt, and I'm sure they'll be here soon. My grandfather hated that amendment, said it was a stain on humanity. It's some Yankee's fault, no doubt - just trying to take advantage of Southern men while we weren't able to stop their anti-white social engineering.

I heard that same amendment can mean some brown worker rapist and his wife can get citizenship to this country with no screening just because they have a baby born here. We can use that as our cover, and finally ensure the supremacy of the white race in America for decades to come. Now, to more concrete business, what do you think of my bill to legalise fusion voting for federal elections? I'm sure it's not against the 10th amendment - federal elections are federal elections, after all."

PostPosted: Sat May 01, 2021 3:11 pm
by Louisianan
Emazia wrote:
Newne Carriebean7 wrote:Senator Sharp's features returned a pleasant smile, revealing two sets of yellowing teeth and probable tooth decay from the seventy year old southerner.
"Frank Turner! Ah, for the life o' me I couldn't not never 'member yer name none. I would g'an 'bout n' call y'all as that other senator from 'ssippii. Damn glad we finally meet!" Senator Sharp sipped slightly on his coke before burping unprofessionally.
"Why don't none o' y'all fellers speeks the englishes n' not no Frenchie talk. My French's real rusty from my time in France durin' the great ol' war, but from what I recall: 'non tu ne peux pas avoir ma banane'! I 'member sayin it to a damned monkey when I had the time to visit Paris durin' some R n' R. That lil' bastard wanted my damned banana! Anyways, business.."
Sharp took another swig from his coca cola, smiling at the taste of the beverage, how smooth it was as it glided down the old man's throat. His eyes shut briefly as he tasted hints of cinnamon, or maybe his taste buds started to go. Hell if he really knew.

"I honestly thought Pike was president when he shamefully held the Senate n' the house at gunpoint n' said 'sign'. That bastard was nothin' more than a no good grave robbar! He should've been impeached when we had the chance t' impeach the damned bastard. I don't want no more negroes n' coloreds n' blacks t' be votin' no more! It's a bribe, that's what it is. It's to ensure absolute loyalty t' a votin' block that shouldn't even be allowed t' vote inna the first place!"

He quickly downs another coca-cola before continuing.

"That's what the GOP is doin'. They wanna have loyalty, they don't give a cotton picken hell the condition these Negros are in. They'll court their votes, then be on their merry way, not lookin' past the door or inna their rear-view mirror! I have fond memories of that there filibuster 'gainst that there bill. I 'member doin' a whole lotta yappin' just no one would listen none to the wise old 'ssippiian! Damn shame, that's what it is. I tried my damndest to defend the rights of a state o' sippii to deny blacks the right to vote. The black african don't got no rights down inna the south! I'd rather see to it that a hunnded o' 'em are strung up high, lest I let a single one inna the poll box. Of the hunnded, we is a just gonna count three votes for the patronage party o' republicans inna 'ssippii.

That's what I'm hopin' for. Just a handful o' negrofied votes is the best mississippii will git. Say y'all gots a hunded thousand white votes, then we'll add inn roughly seventy five to at most two hunnded n' fifty black votes for the patronage elephants inna 'ssippii. I'll be damned if I lose control of the party machinery in Jackson, come hell or high water, I am going to go down to Washintinn, git on my station wagon n' wave that flag o' white supremacy till my arm is numb or some shit like that!"

Turner drank a Lavender Collins, trying not to have too much of a visible reaction to Sharp's enthusiasm as he nodded along with Broussard.

"Well, Senator, I can see you feel very strongly about this. Don't worry, we'll make sure the...blacks can't vote. We'll throw out all that 14th Amendment buggery when we're in the White House. There are many in the Republican Party who have a similar feeling, no doubt, and I'm sure they'll be here soon. My grandfather hated that amendment, said it was a stain on humanity. It's some Yankee's fault, no doubt - just trying to take advantage of Southern men while we weren't able to stop their anti-white social engineering.

I heard that same amendment can mean some brown worker rapist and his wife can get citizenship to this country with no screening just because they have a baby born here. We can use that as our cover, and finally ensure the supremacy of the white race in America for decades to come. Now, to more concrete business, what do you think of my bill to legalise fusion voting for federal elections? I'm sure it's not against the 10th amendment - federal elections are federal elections, after all."

Hubert winced at the sound of half of this statement, "I will say Senator, I don't want to stop the coloreds fron voting. I think, if a negro is smart enough, civil enough, then he ought to vote for who he wants. I'm Pro-White but dont mistake that for me being Anti-Black. I was raised by blacks in Mississippi when I stayed there. While I agree with separation of the races, I think we ought to end this old south and old confederacy idea and form a New South that can have a new uprising in the future. I think most of Louisiana agrees with me there."

PostPosted: Sat May 01, 2021 3:19 pm
by Newne Carriebean7
Sharp smiled at his political ally in-between infrequent sips of his coca cola, which was now sluggish owing to a hint of booze he had smuggled in. He blinked hard, just for a moment before scratching his chin.
"Right... The only race I want to see votin' inna the south, at least for ninty ninn per-cent, be the white race. I'm not opposed to the patronage system o' the 'ssippian 'publican party, so long as they don't cross more than ten percent next 'vemba. But, they had all better be a small class o' race traitors. No damned negro, but a small group of other civilized white fellers along fairly democratic lines. Hell, if there's a republican in the mold of good old William Henry- wait...Right! It was Warren Harding. Now, if there's a 'publican that's small bissness, maybe I'd even be persuaded t' vote fer Jackson."

Senator Sharp's features soon curled into one resembling a confused puppy.
"Fusion votin'? What the fuck is that?! Is that where y'all are onna list, where there's a D n' and R next to their names? Could y'all git both a D n' R onna the same ticket line or some shit like that? That might mean that... If I's ends up winnin' the Democratic Primary for 'ssippii's senate race in '60, I'll git to share a line wit my own personal Caucasian American Rights Party. That's the interest group/ members o' the klan that I love. It's my neighbors n' shit like that. I ain't a membeer personally o' the Klan. Did y'all know that? I just know a lotta neighbors that are n' they taught me some dumbass lingo n' meetins."

Senator Sharp then turned to Hubert, apparently in shock at the insinuation of negroes voting in the united states. His features remained furious at Hubert Broussard, with a scowl fixated on his face when speaking to Hubert.

"Y'all think some goddamned senagambian can vote? Not here inna the south. Sorry, lemme re-phrase that huey, Not. In. Mississippii. I'd sooner eat my arm off than let some goddamned senagambian negro african savage cast a ballot! They're a buncha monkeys for fucks sakes! I didn't know that Huey was an ape? Y'all wanna 'nanana y'all idjit?! The good lord cursed those damned negroes with their skin n' their lazieness. Y'all can't git the negro to do much now these days can y'all? That's why the 13th needs to be repealed. If we can turn these negro fellers into proper modles o' civilization, then maybe w'all can gits them backs to 'frica or down to mexico. It'll also be good for 'em, lowerin' the unemployment rate of 'em. All it would take would be some human rights violations, but we can piss off outta the UN if we need to."

PostPosted: Sat May 01, 2021 3:34 pm
by Emazia
Newne Carriebean7 wrote:Sharp smiled at his political ally in-between infrequent sips of his coca cola, which was now sluggish owing to a hint of booze he had smuggled in. He blinked hard, just for a moment before scratching his chin.
"Right... The only race I want to see votin' inna the south, at least for ninty ninn per-cent, be the white race. I'm not opposed to the patronage system o' the 'ssippian 'publican party, so long as they don't cross more than ten percent next 'vemba. But, they had all better be a small class o' race traitors. No damned negro, but a small group of other civilized white fellers along fairly democratic lines. Hell, if there's a republican in the mold of good old William Henry- wait...Right! It was Warren Harding. Now, if there's a 'publican that's small bissness, maybe I'd even be persuaded t' vote fer Jackson."

Senator Sharp's features soon curled into one resembling a confused puppy.
"Fusion votin'? What the fuck is that?! Is that where y'all are onna list, where there's a D n' and R next to their names? Could y'all git both a D n' R onna the same ticket line or some shit like that? That might mean that... If I's ends up winnin' the Democratic Primary for 'ssippii's senate race in '60, I'll git to share a line wit my own personal Caucasian American Rights Party. That's the interest group/ members o' the klan that I love. It's my neighbors n' shit like that. I ain't a membeer personally o' the Klan. Did y'all know that? I just know a lotta neighbors that are n' they taught me some dumbass lingo n' meetins."

Senator Sharp then turned to Hubert, apparently in shock at the insinuation of negroes voting in the united states. His features remained furious at Hubert Broussard, with a scowl fixated on his face when speaking to Hubert.

"Y'all think some goddamned senagambian can vote? Not here inna the south. Sorry, lemme re-phrase that huey, Not. In. Mississippii. I'd sooner eat my arm off than let some goddamned senagambian negro african savage cast a ballot! They're a buncha monkeys for fucks sakes! I didn't know that Huey was an ape? Y'all wanna 'nanana y'all idjit?! The good lord cursed those damned negroes with their skin n' their lazieness. Y'all can't git the negro to do much now these days can y'all? That's why the 13th needs to be repealed. If we can turn these negro fellers into proper modles o' civilization, then maybe w'all can gits them backs to 'frica or down to mexico. It'll also be good for 'em, lowerin' the unemployment rate of 'em. All it would take would be some human rights violations, but we can piss off outta the UN if we need to."


"I think repatriation is a bit out there, but I guess we'd have to consider it if they keep on raping our women. If segregation ain't enough, we'll segregate them with the ocean. But yes, I guess it would be more politically feasible to keep the current system.

As for what fusion voting is, it basically is like that. The plan is to give our ballot line in every election to the more conservative candidate, or to run one if there isn't a good enough candidate on both sides. It's worked to great effect in many places. Furthermore, we'll also organise lots of grassroots candidates, get some fundraising from business or from unions, depending on who prefers our policies, and put forward a proper slate of candidates for the 1960 election...And speaking of Jackson, he should be here soon..."

PostPosted: Sat May 01, 2021 4:17 pm
by Louisianan
Newne Carriebean7 wrote:Sharp smiled at his political ally in-between infrequent sips of his coca cola, which was now sluggish owing to a hint of booze he had smuggled in. He blinked hard, just for a moment before scratching his chin.
"Right... The only race I want to see votin' inna the south, at least for ninty ninn per-cent, be the white race. I'm not opposed to the patronage system o' the 'ssippian 'publican party, so long as they don't cross more than ten percent next 'vemba. But, they had all better be a small class o' race traitors. No damned negro, but a small group of other civilized white fellers along fairly democratic lines. Hell, if there's a republican in the mold of good old William Henry- wait...Right! It was Warren Harding. Now, if there's a 'publican that's small bissness, maybe I'd even be persuaded t' vote fer Jackson."

Senator Sharp's features soon curled into one resembling a confused puppy.
"Fusion votin'? What the fuck is that?! Is that where y'all are onna list, where there's a D n' and R next to their names? Could y'all git both a D n' R onna the same ticket line or some shit like that? That might mean that... If I's ends up winnin' the Democratic Primary for 'ssippii's senate race in '60, I'll git to share a line wit my own personal Caucasian American Rights Party. That's the interest group/ members o' the klan that I love. It's my neighbors n' shit like that. I ain't a membeer personally o' the Klan. Did y'all know that? I just know a lotta neighbors that are n' they taught me some dumbass lingo n' meetins."

Senator Sharp then turned to Hubert, apparently in shock at the insinuation of negroes voting in the united states. His features remained furious at Hubert Broussard, with a scowl fixated on his face when speaking to Hubert.

"Y'all think some goddamned senagambian can vote? Not here inna the south. Sorry, lemme re-phrase that huey, Not. In. Mississippii. I'd sooner eat my arm off than let some goddamned senagambian negro african savage cast a ballot! They're a buncha monkeys for fucks sakes! I didn't know that Huey was an ape? Y'all wanna 'nanana y'all idjit?! The good lord cursed those damned negroes with their skin n' their lazieness. Y'all can't git the negro to do much now these days can y'all? That's why the 13th needs to be repealed. If we can turn these negro fellers into proper modles o' civilization, then maybe w'all can gits them backs to 'frica or down to mexico. It'll also be good for 'em, lowerin' the unemployment rate of 'em. All it would take would be some human rights violations, but we can piss off outta the UN if we need to."

"Them negroes, work harder than you ever did. My grandaddy's fields are proof of that." Hubert stood, "Listen, Senator Turner, I'll be walking around, getting a feel of the place. Come find me if you want to talk, I ain't going to be talked to by the likes of Senator Sharp. Good afternoon." with that, Hubert began looking at the fancy decor in the hotel.

PostPosted: Sat May 01, 2021 4:21 pm
by Emazia
Louisianan wrote:
Newne Carriebean7 wrote:Sharp smiled at his political ally in-between infrequent sips of his coca cola, which was now sluggish owing to a hint of booze he had smuggled in. He blinked hard, just for a moment before scratching his chin.
"Right... The only race I want to see votin' inna the south, at least for ninty ninn per-cent, be the white race. I'm not opposed to the patronage system o' the 'ssippian 'publican party, so long as they don't cross more than ten percent next 'vemba. But, they had all better be a small class o' race traitors. No damned negro, but a small group of other civilized white fellers along fairly democratic lines. Hell, if there's a republican in the mold of good old William Henry- wait...Right! It was Warren Harding. Now, if there's a 'publican that's small bissness, maybe I'd even be persuaded t' vote fer Jackson."

Senator Sharp's features soon curled into one resembling a confused puppy.
"Fusion votin'? What the fuck is that?! Is that where y'all are onna list, where there's a D n' and R next to their names? Could y'all git both a D n' R onna the same ticket line or some shit like that? That might mean that... If I's ends up winnin' the Democratic Primary for 'ssippii's senate race in '60, I'll git to share a line wit my own personal Caucasian American Rights Party. That's the interest group/ members o' the klan that I love. It's my neighbors n' shit like that. I ain't a membeer personally o' the Klan. Did y'all know that? I just know a lotta neighbors that are n' they taught me some dumbass lingo n' meetins."

Senator Sharp then turned to Hubert, apparently in shock at the insinuation of negroes voting in the united states. His features remained furious at Hubert Broussard, with a scowl fixated on his face when speaking to Hubert.

"Y'all think some goddamned senagambian can vote? Not here inna the south. Sorry, lemme re-phrase that huey, Not. In. Mississippii. I'd sooner eat my arm off than let some goddamned senagambian negro african savage cast a ballot! They're a buncha monkeys for fucks sakes! I didn't know that Huey was an ape? Y'all wanna 'nanana y'all idjit?! The good lord cursed those damned negroes with their skin n' their lazieness. Y'all can't git the negro to do much now these days can y'all? That's why the 13th needs to be repealed. If we can turn these negro fellers into proper modles o' civilization, then maybe w'all can gits them backs to 'frica or down to mexico. It'll also be good for 'em, lowerin' the unemployment rate of 'em. All it would take would be some human rights violations, but we can piss off outta the UN if we need to."

"Them negroes, work harder than you ever did. My grandaddy's fields are proof of that." Hubert stood, "Listen, Senator Turner, I'll be walking around, getting a feel of the place. Come find me if you want to talk, I ain't going to be talked to by the likes of Senator Sharp. Good afternoon." with that, Hubert began looking at the fancy decor in the hotel.

"I will talk with you later then, Congressman, have a nice afternoon."

PostPosted: Sat May 01, 2021 7:44 pm
by Deblar
March 10, 1959; 11:00 am; Washington, DC

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Today was the day.

The funeral of Gerald Marshal.

It was a sorrowful day, especially for the family of the deceased. The funeral was being paid in full by the NNRC, something James Brown Jr. personally suggested. He still partially blamed himself for what happened, but considerably less since his conversation with Marshal’s mother. The baggage he carried from the death of his father didn’t do too much to help him try to ignore what the funeral stood for- one of his own dying on his watch, who was to be put to rest on this day.

A limited media presence had been allowed, so there were a few news crews from across the country here, but not much. Plus, the most they could do was document what people said. However, James himself began to arrive with his wife, Cora, and his son, Darryl. Dawn, James’ daughter, would not be in attendance, as she was considered to young to attend. As such, she has been dropped off at the residence of Cora’s aunt, who conveniently lived in the area. James and his family began to make their way to the entrance, when the news crews began to ask questions- asking people questions before the service was technically fair game. However, James largely ignored them, as he and his family made it to the entrance and entered, the sound of “Amazing Grace” playing on the organ filled theirs ears. James and his family then made their way down the aisle. Cora and Darryl took their seat, but James continued down the aisle, heading towards what lay at the end in front of the stage- the casket carrying the body of Gerald Marshal. Once he reached it, he knelt in front, bowed his head, and began to recite a prayer. One of the camera crews in the building caught on to this, and swiftly took a photo. Once James finished, he stood back up, he went to where the rest of his family were and sat with them as the service began. A priest went up to a podium on the stage and spoke.

“Good morning, folks, and thank you all for coming today for what will be not a day of mourning, but a day of celebration. The celebration of the life of the recently departed Gerald Marshal. His memory will forever be a blessing to his family and friends, and I do pray that his memory will bring smiles before it brings tears. If you don’t mind, I would like to start us off with a prayer. God, we thank you for the time Mr. Marshal was able to spend with us here on this earth, and we thank you for the memories he created with this family and friends. We thank you that you have welcomed his soul with open arms past the gates of heaven, and we thank you for allowing us to celebrate that today. We thank you, Father, for always being there for us when we need it, and I pray that Mr. Marshal’s family is aware of that during this trying time, because they will need to come to You at times. And, Father, I pray...that what he fought and died for will come to pass and that his untimely passing will not be in vain. Father, I pray this in Your name, amen.”

The rest of the church said amen along with him, and the service went underway.

...

A while later, it had been time for James to speak. “Now, I understand it is Mr. Brown Jr.’s turn to speak. May he please come to the stage?”

With that, James stood, and the rest of the crowd gave a standing ovation, which he did not expect. He looked as they clapped, rather mesmerized that they were clapping for him. He returned his focus to the stage, and walked up. As he went to the podium, the priest went out of his way, and James stood at the podium. He then began to speak

“Hello everyone, and thank you. Now, today was, honestly...a day I was not looking forward to. Today is the day I say goodbye to the man that died on my watch in New Orleans. And, you know, I think to myself since that day ‘why did he have to die’? Was it because he dared to use his voice? Was it because it was simply meant to happen? It is these questions and more that have racked my brain since that day. But now, standing before you, I know that it wouldn’t have mattered, he would’ve still showed up to the march even if he knew he wouldn’t return home alive. He would’ve continued to fight for change, because that’s what he wanted. He wanted to see an America where he’s not turned away from a diner because he’s black, where he isn’t turned away from a movie theater because he’s black, where his future children wouldn’t have to not go to school with their white friends because they were black. He was tired of living in that America, so he wanted to transition to a new America. He wanted that to end because he grew up going through that. People often try to discredit me for my activism because I didn’t grow up in a Jim Crow state. And they’re right, I didn’t, because my mother loved me too much to let me go through that. She and my father were already talking about moving up north before my father died. And I stayed up north because I loved my children too much to let them experience Jim Crow and its racist ways. Now, where Gerald and my mother differed is this: my mother went away from it, and he aimed to change it. He loved his future children and the current and future children of all blacks to let them experience it. I ask you, the Americans listening in this church and outside of it: would you want yourself, your children, to experience what Gerald experienced growing up? What countless African Americans grew up experiencing? If the answer is no, make sure of it. Help to change the world the way Gerald sought to. Help to bring the change needed for America to truly move forward. Do your part in this change, and in the future, when Jim Crow is dead, all of the Black children free to attend their nearby school, free to eat at their nearby diner, free to watch a movie at the nearby movie theater, free to sit where they want to on the bus like [not- Rosa Parks] sought to regardless of race will thank you. Please, do your part, be the change you wish to see in the world, as Gandhi put it. Bring the change that Gerald Marshal gave his life to bring to America so that his death won’t be in vain. So that the deaths of far too many others don’t go in vain. Do this, and the future America will thank you.”

As James finished, the crowd once again clapped for him as he went off the stage and returned to his seat.

...

A while later, when the service had concluded, the silver casket carrying Gerald Marshal’s body had been picked up by the six pallbearers, who carried the casket down the aisle, out the door, and into a hearse parked outside. As they moved down the aisle, the crowd gradually began to follow. Eventually, the casket was loaded into the hearse, and the crowd, including Brown and his family, most now outside, began to hop into their cars, preparing to follow the hearse. The funeral convoy was accompanied by 5 cop cars, who were acting as escort to where Gerald Marshal would be laid to rest- a plot of land owned by the Marshal family on the outskirts of Alexandria, Virginia. The hearse began to go in its way, and the others followed.

The convoy went through downtown Washington DC, passing the Capital Building, the National Mall, and the White House. As they passed, James looked. He wondered if President Davis, whom he’d met at the beginning of the year, was even paying attention. Nevertheless, they convoy continued on past the Lincoln Memorial and over the Potomac.

Eventually, the convoy reached its destination, and Marshal’s casket was once again taken out of the hearse, and towards his burial plot. Already buried here were Gerald’s maternal grandparents, and Gerald’s uncle. The other attendees exited their cars and followed. When his casket was once again lowered to the platform that would lower him into the ground, the priest from the service recited one last prayer before Gerald’s casket would finally lower into the ground, being laid to rest. The burdens, strifes, and insecurities of the soul that inhabited the body were finally relieved, after 27 years. Gerald Marshal could finally rest. The casket reached the bottom, and a group of 4 people began to shovel dirt on top. James watched, tears in his eyes. He took a deep breath, reminding himself “today is not a day of mourning but a day of celebration.”

PostPosted: Mon May 03, 2021 9:26 pm
by Newne Carriebean7
"Oh go to hell you french monkey bastard!" Senator Sharp barked out at Hubert Broussard as he left the bar. Turning to Turner, Joshua Sharp sighed in-between sips of his coca cola.

"Goddamned dumbass. My plantation's a clear example o' whites effectively managin' the negro africans. I'm well aware 'f my limited faculties at my age, but Huey just rubs it in! I is a smarts-challenged, but damn proud o' its. He's a goddamned bully, but we share common goals now. He's a dixiecrat, albiet after what I heard o' him today, I'd call him a carpetbagger. Still, I have to at least pretend to not fuck with 'em inna public, even if it's just for one singular positive statement 'bout my campaign. If he can't bother to do that, then I might as well consider him in-bed wit the enemy n' President Dave! He's tried t' bully an ol' man likes mes-selves, but that don't not happen much no more after I gave him the ol' verbal one-two! I have a goddamned backbone o' steel n' cotton.

I got a cotton backbone even. I ain't the kinda senator t' be pushed 'round much or 'ften 'nough inna 'ssippii. Hell, inna Congress that representative bastard yells likea banchee when he don't git what he wans. T's 'mbarrisin' t' dixie honestly. How in the hell we supposed to git some sorta organized response agaisnt the left when us dixiecrats is eatin' us alive? That's the question I still don't got no answer to. Maybe it's got somethin' t' do wit huey's bullyin' n' my stubborness t' be bullied..."


Senator Sharp drifted to sleep momentarily before he spilt some of his coke on his suit, causing a flurry of swear words to spurt faster than ol' faithful up in yellowstone.
"Fuck, fuck fuck, shit-fuck, fuck! Ah, hell of a fuck... son of a fuck." He yanked some napkins and cleaned himself up from the syrupy, sticky mess that now stained his outfit.
"Now, where was I... wait, y'all mentioned somethin' 'bout candidates. Now, I'm thinkerin' this, we git a buncha fellers that are either war veterans o' the first world war or spanish-'murican war, n' we git them to run inna the real elections down south. My neighbor's got family inna 'bama, kansaww n'tenassee. If I can just slight Earl with a lil' bit o' some dixiecrat, anti-new deal feller, then I'll die a complacent ol' southerner whistilin' dixe inna my grave! I wanna see to its that all o' my native 'ssippii n' all o' my neighborin' 'Bamas reps are sacked n' wiped out inna thems primaries n' replaced with fellers more in my mold: old, white and gay!"

Senator Sharp belly laughs for a few moments before controlling himself.

"Stratergeerees inna this 'lection rely on makin' sure those liberal crowds in both the north n' west n' even south.." Sharp scornfully mutters that last word before returning to normal, southern syllabus n' gramma. "don't git fifty yards near our good old homes n' families n' wit the chillens. We gots to frame the issue as a racial one. We must ensure racial purity inna the south. I have spent my life lookin' up to Ellison D. Smith, keepin' the negro down n' the price o' cotton up! We must push on some sorta red-meat for the farmers, be it subsidies or whatever n' the hell thems white poor fellers wants. With this here fusion votin, smaller parties can hitch electoral success onto the Democratic Party, such as my possible CARP or even a political version o' the klan. Don't look to me to lead it though, I ain't even a member! Too left-leanin' for a southern gentlemen like myself.

Now, wes needs most southerners t' comes togethers for this matter, but if I have to bail in order to have a smidge of pride left inna this ol' body, then I will, unfortunately bolt. Think of my logic like the 'federate 'stitution. If a state didn't like the confederacy, it could just leave n' be it's own thing. I see this beautiful assocation yer puttin' together like that. If I end up not likin' it, I'll hitch my wagons to CARP n' see where the political winds take me. If I'm above water inna 'ssippii, I don't gotta worry to-badly 'bout it anyhow.."

PostPosted: Tue May 04, 2021 8:40 am
by Sao Nova Europa

Chicago, Illinois

Jonathan Jackson Speech
March 6th, 1959
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"My fellow Americans! Our very way of life is under threat. The Soviet challenge isn't simply a foreign policy problem: it affects the very existence of our nation and the life of every American. If the Soviets succeed, America will crumble, tyranny will prevail, our Churches shall be desecrated and Western civilization shall be extinguished. This isn't a struggle between two competing Great Powers; it is a struggle between two fundamentally different ways of life, between two entirely different civilizations. On the one hand you have liberty, on the other hand tyranny. You have democracy and you have oppression, you have free individuals and enslaved subjects, God and Atheism, light and darkness, Good and Evil. If we do not prevail in this struggle, we will not condemn only America to destruction; we will be condemning Western civilization as a whole to extinction."

"It is exactly why this struggle is so important that America needs a strong and firm leadership at its helm. It needs someone who has proved that they can defend America and the West from Oriental Despotism. I believe I can offer that leadership. As Supreme Commander for the Allied Powers in the Pacific, I collaborated with our most important allies to defeat for the first time in over two thousand years of history Imperial Japan. I believe this proves both my grasp of military strategy and my ability to cooperate with our Allies to further America's key objectives. As Leader of the Occupation of Japan, I modernized and liberalized a defeated, feudalistic society. As Commander-in-Chief of the UN Command in Korea I beat back the Communist hordes and pushed them back North."

"I do not state those achievements - which of course could not have been possible without the heroism of the Americana and Allied soldiers - to boast. I state them to showcase why I believe I am qualified for this highest of offices. As President, I will use my wartime experience to bring an end to the war in Vietnam. Instead of retreating as the left wants or fighting an endless guerilla war in the jungles as the establishment wants, I shall commence an offensive into the North to end communist presence in Vietnam and reunify the country under a liberal, democratic pro-Western government. My military experience in the battlefields of Asia means I will be able to cooperate with our Generals and our Allies to bring this offensive into a quick and victorious conclusion, so we can finally bring back home our boys as victors and conquerors."

"But this will be only the start of a broader strategy to counter Soviet expansionism. I will be creating a 'shield' in Asia with a coalition of a unified Vietnam, Nationalist China, South Korea and Japan to counter communism expansion in the region. I shall also drastically increase financial and military aid to our Allies in Europe, Africa, Asia and South America. The increased financial aid will go hand in hand with mandatory anti-corruption and pro-growth legislation, so that the dollars of the American taxpayers' are respected and don't end up in the pockets of corrupt political and military elites. This increased economic aid in the long term shall reduce the cost to the American taxpayers, as our Allies will have larger economies and will be able to take on a greater cost of their defense which is currently shouldered by America. It will also drive global economic growth and offer new opportunities to American corporations. As for military aid, it will be in the form of equipment manufactured here in the United States by American workers. This will create thousands of new well-paying jobs with generous benefits! Aside from the obvious benefits for the American workers and the manufacturing communities, this increased military aid will shield for good the West from Soviet expansionism and force them to come to the negotiating table."

"There is also the issue of Cuba, which has unfortunate arisen. The leadership of Cuba shall be given two options if I become President. Option number one is to cut ties with the Soviets and become our ally. We will support their regime with generous economic aid and foster friendship between our two countries, whatever our domestic political differences may be. The second option is to defy us, in which case I shall order an invasion to topple the regime and install a friendly government that will not threaten America. I will not accept appeasement not will I accept any hostile regime next to America!"

"My grand strategy of confronting the Soviets thus relies on ending appeasement, countering Soviet expansionism and working closely with our Allies to foster a grand coalition to defend the West. But in order for this strategy to succeed, we need economic growth and internal unity. Unity which only I can guarantee. But let me tell you first a story I head in Japan about a medieval Mongol warlord named Genghis Khan. It explains why unity is so important. When Genghis Khan was young, he was arguing constantly with his brothers, so his mother called the Khan and his four brothers to her tent. She gave them an arrow each and told them to break it. The brothers broke it with ease. She then gave a bundle of five arrows to each brother, and asked them to break them. Much as they tried, they did not manage to break the arrows. So the mother told them, 'if you are on your own, you will be easily broken like the single arrow. If you are like united like the bundle of arrows, nothing will be able to break you'."

"America needs to be like that bundle of arrows, which could not be broken. Extremists on the right and left threaten this unity and want our nation to be divided and broken; they want Americans to hate and despise each other. A nation that is divided is weak, and a weak nation can easily be crushed by Soviet tyranny. We need to reject extremism and restore national unity. We need to reject those on the right who want to deny the liberties of the colored folk and those on the left who want to deny the rights of the Southern folk and strip our States of their rights."

"My proposal is for a bipartisan North-South Congressional Committee to come up with a plan that will address the concerns of both the Southern folk and the Northern folk, the colored people and the white people. A plan that will unite Americans and not divide them. It will be a long process and will require delicate and arduous work as well as compromises by both sides. But it will be far better than the current status quo that divides or the authoritarian tyranny which the left wants to impose. As President, I will be President of all Americans!"

"Economic growth is the second pillar of my domestic agenda. We need a pro-growth agenda. We need radical tax cuts which will unleash the productive energy of America! By cutting income and corporate taxation, consumers will have more dollars in their pockets to buy products - thus boosting consumption - while corporations will have more money to invest in expanding their operations and hiring new workers. But tax cuts are not simply about fostering economic growth; they are an issue of social justice. How is it socially just for the American worker, who sweats and toils all day long, to be stripped of his hard-earned cash to fund useless, corrupt and inefficient bureaucrats in DC? I believe that the American worker should be able to keep his hard-earned money and decide by himself how to spend that money, instead of the politicians in DC making the choice for him. Unlike the other candidates, I trust Americans. They believe that Americans are like children who need the government as a parent to decide what is good for them. I believe Americans are responsible adults who can manage their own finances just fine. They believe that Americans are simply numbers on a sheet paper. I believe each American is an unique individual with his own desires, dreams and priorities which cannot be guessed by bureaucrats in DC. I trust Americans!"

"Aside from cutting taxes, I shall also put an end to red tape and overregulation. Small business owners - the mom and pop of the neighborhood shop, not some corporate magnate - have complained to me that there are too many regulations and laws. Those regulations add up too much cost, which force businesses to increase the cost of their products, thus burdening the consumers; you. Look; I am not against all regulations. I am not a radical. I believe we need laws to protect the rights of our workers from abuses and to protect the safety of consumers and of our environment. But some regulations exist only to justify the pay of some good for nothing bureaucrats in DC. I say that we cut those regulations, fire those good for nothing bureaucrats and make everything cheaper!"

"We also need a healthcare reform that will balance the need for the welfare of our elderly with prudent management of our economy. I believe we should be offering health insurance to the elderly that they can choose to purchase, instead of it being mandatory as proposed by some on the left. It's a good compromise, I believe."

"This agenda of cutting taxes, ending red tape and supporting the American businesses and workers will spur explosive economic growth and prosperity. Some of my opponents have claimed that I do not have experience in domestic administration. That is wholly untrue. For almost six years I was Leader of the Occupation of Japan. For almost six years I governed a nation of seventy-seven million people. That's a bit below half the American population, and far greater number of people than any American Governor governs. When I became Leader, Japan was a defeated and humiliated nation that had been devastated by atomic bombing and the long war in Asia, and which had ancient feudalistic societal structures. By the time the I ended my tenure, Japan had been transformed into an open, liberal modernized nation with democratic institutions and a growing market economy. Now Japan is a success story and one of our closest Allies in Asia. This, I believe, showcases that I know a thing or two about domestic administration. Of course, Japan and America are not the same. America is an already great country with deep-rooted democratic traditions and a growing economy. But one should wonder if I managed to accomplish all those things in Japan - which was in a pretty terrible situation -, what I can accomplish as President of an already great United States."

"The third pillar of my domestic agenda is restoring law and order. We cannot allow violence, anarchy, riots and drugs to go unpunished any longer. As President, I will crack down hard on anarchy, crime and violence. I shall institute harsh penalties for those rioting. I shall increase federal aid to state and local law enforcement agencies, to help them hire more officers. I shall see that sentences are harshened and that criminals are out of the streets. I shall reform our education, so that our children are raised with proper moral and patriotic values; to love God and country. I shall put an end to the drugs epidemic by launching nation-wide police operations to put an end to that illicit trade and by increasing sentences for dealers and users. It is time to restore social peace and proper morality to America!"

"But in order to do all these things, I need your support. I am an outsider. I am not a career politician nor am I a favorite of the establishment. I am here as a champion of common folk, to fight for you in DC. That's why I need you to support me. With your support, we can disrupt the political establishment and have an administration by and for the people, rather by and for the elites. Together, we shall make American even greater! God Bless America and all Americans!"

PostPosted: Tue May 04, 2021 8:58 am
by Emazia
Newne Carriebean7 wrote:"Oh go to hell you french monkey bastard!" Senator Sharp barked out at Hubert Broussard as he left the bar. Turning to Turner, Joshua Sharp sighed in-between sips of his coca cola.

"Goddamned dumbass. My plantation's a clear example o' whites effectively managin' the negro africans. I'm well aware 'f my limited faculties at my age, but Huey just rubs it in! I is a smarts-challenged, but damn proud o' its. He's a goddamned bully, but we share common goals now. He's a dixiecrat, albiet after what I heard o' him today, I'd call him a carpetbagger. Still, I have to at least pretend to not fuck with 'em inna public, even if it's just for one singular positive statement 'bout my campaign. If he can't bother to do that, then I might as well consider him in-bed wit the enemy n' President Dave! He's tried t' bully an ol' man likes mes-selves, but that don't not happen much no more after I gave him the ol' verbal one-two! I have a goddamned backbone o' steel n' cotton.

I got a cotton backbone even. I ain't the kinda senator t' be pushed 'round much or 'ften 'nough inna 'ssippii. Hell, inna Congress that representative bastard yells likea banchee when he don't git what he wans. T's 'mbarrisin' t' dixie honestly. How in the hell we supposed to git some sorta organized response agaisnt the left when us dixiecrats is eatin' us alive? That's the question I still don't got no answer to. Maybe it's got somethin' t' do wit huey's bullyin' n' my stubborness t' be bullied..."


Senator Sharp drifted to sleep momentarily before he spilt some of his coke on his suit, causing a flurry of swear words to spurt faster than ol' faithful up in yellowstone.
"Fuck, fuck fuck, shit-fuck, fuck! Ah, hell of a fuck... son of a fuck." He yanked some napkins and cleaned himself up from the syrupy, sticky mess that now stained his outfit.
"Now, where was I... wait, y'all mentioned somethin' 'bout candidates. Now, I'm thinkerin' this, we git a buncha fellers that are either war veterans o' the first world war or spanish-'murican war, n' we git them to run inna the real elections down south. My neighbor's got family inna 'bama, kansaww n'tenassee. If I can just slight Earl with a lil' bit o' some dixiecrat, anti-new deal feller, then I'll die a complacent ol' southerner whistilin' dixe inna my grave! I wanna see to its that all o' my native 'ssippii n' all o' my neighborin' 'Bamas reps are sacked n' wiped out inna thems primaries n' replaced with fellers more in my mold: old, white and gay!"

Senator Sharp belly laughs for a few moments before controlling himself.

"Stratergeerees inna this 'lection rely on makin' sure those liberal crowds in both the north n' west n' even south.." Sharp scornfully mutters that last word before returning to normal, southern syllabus n' gramma. "don't git fifty yards near our good old homes n' families n' wit the chillens. We gots to frame the issue as a racial one. We must ensure racial purity inna the south. I have spent my life lookin' up to Ellison D. Smith, keepin' the negro down n' the price o' cotton up! We must push on some sorta red-meat for the farmers, be it subsidies or whatever n' the hell thems white poor fellers wants. With this here fusion votin, smaller parties can hitch electoral success onto the Democratic Party, such as my possible CARP or even a political version o' the klan. Don't look to me to lead it though, I ain't even a member! Too left-leanin' for a southern gentlemen like myself.

Now, wes needs most southerners t' comes togethers for this matter, but if I have to bail in order to have a smidge of pride left inna this ol' body, then I will, unfortunately bolt. Think of my logic like the 'federate 'stitution. If a state didn't like the confederacy, it could just leave n' be it's own thing. I see this beautiful assocation yer puttin' together like that. If I end up not likin' it, I'll hitch my wagons to CARP n' see where the political winds take me. If I'm above water inna 'ssippii, I don't gotta worry to-badly 'bout it anyhow.."

Turner simply nodded.

"Alright. Thank you. I'll keep pushing our efforts on that front. We should really hold down the South in Presidential elections if some liberal wins the Democratic nomination...Maybe we even go to the fiscal conservatism of the Republicans, grab the Midwest from them too..."

PostPosted: Tue May 04, 2021 9:00 am
by Sao Nova Europa
Louisianan wrote:Broussard, wearing a coat, hat, and glasses, listens to the speech, standing in the third row. In the end, he clapped with the other minority of speech goers, not to get any unneeded attention. "Fraser is far too extreme and liberal, Jackson is the best choice." he said to himself as he turned around and walked to a payphone. "Operator, this is an anonymous political operative, I'd like you to connect me to the nearest campaign headquarters of General Jonathan Jackson, please," he said, as he waited for the phone to connect.


"Yes?" James Harrison, Jackson's campaign manager, asked. "I am James Harrison, Campaign Manager for Mr. Jonathan Jackson. How may I be of help?"




Jonathan Jackson called James Brown Jr, Chairman of the National Negro Rights Coalition. Brown had come to Jackson's attention with the recent events in Louisiana and Jackson had long wanted to meet with a prominent black activist, if he hoped to unite the country. "Mr. James Brown?" Jacksons asked. "It is General Jonathan Jackson. I wish to speak with you."




Emazia wrote:To: All conservative political figures generally, from both parties.
From: Senator Frank Turner of Mississippi


Despite his reservations about Frank Turner and his notorious 'White Restoration Resistance', Jackson decided to go to the Conservative Conference in order to meet up with fellow conservatives, and maybe even get some from the hard right to support his candidacy. When he arrived into the luxury hotel in Atlanta, he looked around to find where Turner was.

PostPosted: Tue May 04, 2021 9:08 am
by Emazia
Sao Nova Europa wrote:
Louisianan wrote:Broussard, wearing a coat, hat, and glasses, listens to the speech, standing in the third row. In the end, he clapped with the other minority of speech goers, not to get any unneeded attention. "Fraser is far too extreme and liberal, Jackson is the best choice." he said to himself as he turned around and walked to a payphone. "Operator, this is an anonymous political operative, I'd like you to connect me to the nearest campaign headquarters of General Jonathan Jackson, please," he said, as he waited for the phone to connect.


"Yes?" James Harrison, Jackson's campaign manager, asked. "I am James Harrison, Campaign Manager for Mr. Jonathan Jackson. How may I be of help?"




Jonathan Jackson called James Brown Jr, Chairman of the National Negro Rights Coalition. Brown had come to Jackson's attention with the recent events in Louisiana and Jackson had long wanted to meet with a prominent black activist, if he hoped to unite the country. "Mr. James Brown?" Jacksons asked. "It is General Jonathan Jackson. I wish to speak with you."




Emazia wrote:To: All conservative political figures generally, from both parties.
From: Senator Frank Turner of Mississippi


Despite his reservations about Frank Turner and his notorious 'White Restoration Resistance', Jackson decided to go to the Conservative Conference in order to meet up with fellow conservatives, and maybe even get some from the hard right to support his candidacy. When he arrived into the luxury hotel in Atlanta, he looked around to find where Turner was.

After a bit of searching, Jackson would arrive at a meeting room in the hotel, where he would find both Sharp and Turner.

"Come in, general...Or, I suppose, as I called you back in the military, John. It's nice to meet you again." He stood up, shaking his old comrade's hand.

PostPosted: Tue May 04, 2021 9:14 am
by Sao Nova Europa
Emazia wrote:After a bit of searching, Jackson would arrive at a meeting room in the hotel, where he would find both Sharp and Turner.

"Come in, general...Or, I suppose, as I called you back in the military, John. It's nice to meet you again." He stood up, shaking his old comrade's hand.


Jackson shook Turner's hand. "Nice to see you once again," he smiled. Despite their political differences, Jackson respected Turner as an able military commander and an old acquaintance. Jackson was less happy to see Sharp, who had more than once insulted him. Yet he decided to be polite. "Greetings Mr. Sharp," he said with no discernable expression in his face.

PostPosted: Tue May 04, 2021 9:17 am
by Emazia
Sao Nova Europa wrote:
Emazia wrote:After a bit of searching, Jackson would arrive at a meeting room in the hotel, where he would find both Sharp and Turner.

"Come in, general...Or, I suppose, as I called you back in the military, John. It's nice to meet you again." He stood up, shaking his old comrade's hand.


Jackson shook Turner's hand. "Nice to see you once again," he smiled. Despite their political differences, Jackson respected Turner as an able military commander and an old acquaintance. Jackson was less happy to see Sharp, who had more than once insulted him. Yet he decided to be polite. "Greetings Mr. Sharp," he said with no discernable expression in his face.

Turner gave a slightly pained expression, as if dissatisfied with Sharp as well.

"Please, John, take a seat." He nodded, sitting back down.

PostPosted: Tue May 04, 2021 9:19 am
by Sao Nova Europa
Emazia wrote:Turner gave a slightly pained expression, as if dissatisfied with Sharp as well.

"Please, John, take a seat." He nodded, sitting back down.


Jackson took a seat. "I hope this hotel has some good drinks," he joked to lighten the mood. "It's been a while since I last had a drink. Campaigning and all that..."

PostPosted: Tue May 04, 2021 9:22 am
by Emazia
Sao Nova Europa wrote:
Emazia wrote:Turner gave a slightly pained expression, as if dissatisfied with Sharp as well.

"Please, John, take a seat." He nodded, sitting back down.


Jackson took a seat. "I hope this hotel has some good drinks," he joked to lighten the mood. "It's been a while since I last had a drink. Campaigning and all that..."

"Yes, certainly. Personally, I'm quite thirsty from all the radio appearances. Would you like me to order some drinks?"

PostPosted: Tue May 04, 2021 9:25 am
by Sao Nova Europa
Emazia wrote:
Sao Nova Europa wrote:
Jackson took a seat. "I hope this hotel has some good drinks," he joked to lighten the mood. "It's been a while since I last had a drink. Campaigning and all that..."

"Yes, certainly. Personally, I'm quite thirsty from all the radio appearances. Would you like me to order some drinks?"


"Sure. I'll have some whiskey please."

PostPosted: Tue May 04, 2021 9:28 am
by Deblar



Jonathan Jackson called James Brown Jr, Chairman of the National Negro Rights Coalition. Brown had come to Jackson's attention with the recent events in Louisiana and Jackson had long wanted to meet with a prominent black activist, if he hoped to unite the country. "Mr. James Brown?" Jacksons asked. "It is General Jonathan Jackson. I wish to speak with you."



(Quick note: I’m going to say this call comes the day after Marshal’s funeral)

James sat in his home office, as he usually did, his mind all over the place. His thoughts went from yesterday’s funeral, to his House of Representatives campaign, to his family. Only when the phone on his desk suddenly rang did he snap out of it. When he picked up, he was quite surprised to hear General Jonathan Jackson’s voice on the other end of the phone.

“Oh, General Jackson, what a..pleasant surprise. How’s it going?”

PostPosted: Tue May 04, 2021 9:33 am
by The World Wildlife Fund
Sao Nova Europa wrote:
Emazia wrote:"Yes, certainly. Personally, I'm quite thirsty from all the radio appearances. Would you like me to order some drinks?"


"Sure. I'll have some whiskey please."

Suddenly, a well-dressed gentleman in a black suit and tie walked in through the doors of the hotel with a binder of paper. He walked up to the table and handed the politicians sitting around the table in the bar area flyer's. "Hello, how are all of you gentlemen doing tonight? My name is James, and I was wondering if I could interest you in a recently-founded organization that I'm working for?"

PostPosted: Tue May 04, 2021 9:39 am
by Sao Nova Europa
Deblar wrote:



Jonathan Jackson called James Brown Jr, Chairman of the National Negro Rights Coalition. Brown had come to Jackson's attention with the recent events in Louisiana and Jackson had long wanted to meet with a prominent black activist, if he hoped to unite the country. "Mr. James Brown?" Jacksons asked. "It is General Jonathan Jackson. I wish to speak with you."



(Quick note: I’m going to say this call comes the day after Marshal’s funeral)

James sat in his home office, as he usually did, his mind all over the place. His thoughts went from yesterday’s funeral, to his House of Representatives campaign, to his family. Only when the phone on his desk suddenly rang did he snap out of it. When he picked up, he was quite surprised to hear General Jonathan Jackson’s voice on the other end of the phone.

“Oh, General Jackson, what a..pleasant surprise. How’s it going?”


"I've been campaigning nonstop, which is kinda tiring but generally speaking I am fine," he said. "I called you to both express my condolences for the events in Louisiana and to talk with you about my national campaign. I am aiming to bring unity to this nation. A House Divided cannot stand. My proposal is for a bipartisan committee to look into the issues of civil rights and come to a compromise acceptable by the majority of Americans. I hope that you will be part of this committee - assuming I become President of course - and I also hope we can meet in person to both discuss possible solutions and compromises on civil rights and the other issues - social and economic - facing the colored community. I intent to be a President of all Americans."

PostPosted: Tue May 04, 2021 9:40 am
by Newne Carriebean7
Senator Sharp internally groaned. While Jackson would have been the closest thing to a conservative that the elderly Mississippian agreed with, he was still a democrat and Jackson was still an elephant. He loathed the man for his top-rank, though he was pretty sure he wasn't envious of him. In fact, he was pretty sure he was the lowest ranking "officer" in this room, his last combat experience being in the first world war almost half a full century ago. He didn't even remember his official rank, so he'd have to put in a request for his combat records, hell it would even prove beneficial to his campaign if he got those out...

Shaking the feeling aside, Joshua Sharp put on the biggest fake looking smile and shook General Jackson's hand.
"General Jack Jack! Nice o' y'all t' drop on by to our lil' ol' shin-dig o' conservatisism-ism. W'all know that y did good work 'gainst thems japs n' mexicans, almost makes me wanna g'an back t' kick the kaiser's teeth in donnit? Alight, almost, but not quite there yet, no boy no sirree! What-in-the-hell were y'all doin' durin the great war? Sittin' behind a desk or fightin' 'long thems frontlines inna flanders or waffleistania 'gainst the damned krauts."
Senator Sharp sat down in his seat, taking a slight sip of his coca-cola beverage before burping unprofessionally again.

PostPosted: Tue May 04, 2021 9:41 am
by Emazia
Sao Nova Europa wrote:
Emazia wrote:"Yes, certainly. Personally, I'm quite thirsty from all the radio appearances. Would you like me to order some drinks?"


"Sure. I'll have some whiskey please."

"I actually brought some whiskey for myself later in the night, but you can have it." He picked up the red phone on the table and called his personal assistant, who was waiting in his car, equipped with a car phone. "Hello? Yes, can you pick up the whiskey for me? Yes, the $7,000 one. Make sure you don't mishandle it. It was very expensive. Don't drink it either." He said, jokingly. "Alright, thank you. Just drop it off at the meeting room."

"There you are, general. You'll have your whiskey soon enough. But regarding the business, what would you think of our proposal for a conservative super-party, one that lends its fusion ticket to whichever candidate is more conservative? If that witch Mrs. Fraser won the nomination, and you were to win yours, you would get the conservative super-party's line on the ballot, and maybe even win the Southern states...Unthinkable for a Republican, and yet now very thinkable for a conservative."

He leaned closer, to ensure Sharp wouldn't hear.

"Let's be honest, it's either you or me and frankly I don't feel like running this year. Sharp's going to implode his campaign faster than you can say "The Tiger's breaking down." But if need be, we could always run together under that party. Just in case you end up losing and Sharp...well, it's not really an if at this point, is it?"