[Chapter 443: Prejudice Is Like a Mountain]
In the dining room of a standalone villa, Hawke was enjoying a hot steak and tasting so fruit jam salad, saying, "This tastes pretty good, not too sweet."
gan was putting away the things Hawke had brought into the fridge and turned around to ask, "Not sweet or just a little?"
The typical food of working-class white folks downtown was often overwhelmingly sweet, but other desserts were still too sugary for Hawke.
He shrugged, "Yours suit my taste."
gan washed her hands and ca to sit opposite Hawke. "If you like it, eat more. You'll burn it off this afternoon."
Before she finished speaking, Hawke noticed a foot in stockings slipping into his trouser leg.
But he hadn't co just to eat and feed gan; there was serious business to discuss.
Eating while talking, Hawke said, "The new year is coming up, and after that, I plan to launch a new campaign. This campaign could affect many aspects of society. It will need the montum not only from up-and-coming online dia but also traditional TV networks to catch up."
gan knew Hawke had been pushing for a clash between the two sides and asked, "Like the Feminist Majority Foundation and the Mattachine Society kind of thing?"
"Sothing like that," Hawke said, directly adopting BlackRock's model: "Behind the scenes, we can call this campaign the Hawke Osnt Marginalized Groups Initiative."
gan seriously suggested, "Hollywood has always been at the forefront. The Oscars ceremony is a great platform."
Recalling last year's intense clash outside the Kodak Theatre, Hawke agreed, "Exposure will be huge."
Curious, and also preparing for Channel 11's follow-up coverage, gan asked, "Which marginalized group are you focusing on this ti?"
Hawke replied simply, "n who aren't n, won who aren't won."
Having grown up in Arica, gan quickly understood, "You an those who identify as queer?"
"Exactly." Since BlackRock's change of leadership and the helicopter crash at the Hudson River in New York, the forefront of this movent was no longer the Democrats but Hawke's camp.
He said, "I intend to advance the LGBTQ community."
gan gave him a puzzled look.
Hawke explained, "The Democrats' main race track is now female voters. Although the rapid growth of the movent was briefly stalled by the Los Angeles Fires, they've gotten back on the fast track and will only accelerate in the future."
gan found this a bit frightening, saying, "It hasn't co to that much yet, right?"
"Not quite," Hawke said; he was also preparing for Brian's next run for governor.
Having capital made him realize more and more that normal business profits were too hard to get. To grow fast, you had to really milk Arica's resources.
As an experienced dia worker, gan easily thought of one thing: "If so, society will be seriously divided."
Hawke replied, "No choice, I have to prioritize our interests."
Arica was developing fast. Without confronting internal divisions, how could it ever slow down?
What was that saying?
Arica, please slow down your pace, give the Arican people a mont...
...
After lunch, the two moved from the dining room to the living room and talked about the matter for a while longer.
As they talked, they ended up embracing.
gan found an excuse, and the two separated to brush their teeth and freshen up in the bathrooms.
Taking the opportunity, she called Caroline.
Hawke ca out of the bathroom, noticed the phone in gan's hand, and asked, "Got sothing to do?"
gan tossed the phone aside and strode over to Hawke. "I've got a surprise for you. It'll be here soon."
Hawke didn't know what she ant but stepped back under her advancing pace, sitting down on a single sofa.
...
Facing the living room door with gan's back to the entrance, Hawke faintly heard the sounds of a door opening and closing, followed by the familiar heels hitting the floor.
The sound grew closer, approaching the doorway.
Hawke recognized the heels and tried to speak, grabbing the lowered head of gan just as the living room door swung open.
With the unmistakable quick heel steps, a tall figure entered.
She had honey-blonde bangs, a small face with light makeup, and when she saw Hawke and gan, she parted her lips slightly in surprise. Under her fiery red lips, a small, sharp tooth glinted.
She wore a pink Chanel dress with pencil legs clad in black thigh-high boots.
Hawke's number one sheep removed the wristband from her arm, tied her honey-blonde hair into a ponytail, strode over, grabbed gan, and scolded, "You can't hog it all to yourself!"
Looking at Hawke, the small-faced sheep imdiately brightened up and smiled, "Master Wolf..."
This was the story of the wolf and the sheep.
But in the middle was also a female anchor.
At so point, a sheep's bleating suddenly echoed.
"Baa--baa--"
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After leaving the National Association for the Advancent of Colored People (NAACP) office in Covina by car, the saint Steve Nutt kept watching both sides of the street.
Reporters followed behind while paparazzi on motorcycles chased alongside.
Although officially retired from MLB, Steve's fa hadn't faded, and he remained a hot figure nationwide.
He had beco one of the contemporary leaders of the black civil rights movent, even though he was white, as was his wife.
But they had a black son!
As their Cadillac passed Dodger Stadium, Steve glanced that way, noticing a newly erected statue at the park's entrance.
It was a statue of Steve himself.
At the stadium entrance, many fans ca and went wearing his retired Dodgers jersey.
Soon, the Cadillac entered Hollywood and drove into a courtyard, stopping at the office building entrance.
...
Steve got out and imdiately saw Hawke's assistant Edward Connor.
They shook hands and exchanged greetings. Steve also noticed so oddly dressed people following Edward.
Edward introduced Michael and the Odd Trio.
Two of the last three were dressed in bizarre costus, queer outfits expressing their gender fluidity.
Steve had been part of the black rights movent for over two years and had seen many types of groups within the black community. He knew these kinds of oddballs were sowhat common among blacks.
But he was still a little surprised upon entering the office building because queers were everywhere.
There were cross-dressing burly n in abundance.
These people looked haggard, ntally unstable, and so even shouted wildly, making the normally quiet office building chaotic.
So seed shy, hiding inside rooms upon seeing Steve.
Through multiple careful dia portrayals by Hawke, Steve had been canonized by the public opinion.
He had even given up his professional sports career for the cause.
Over ti, Steve had fully imrsed himself in the movent.
Seeing the suffering of black people, feelings of sympathy ca up like a reflex.
...
Before Edward could introduce the situation, Steve asked on his own, "What's going on with these people?"
The Compton Foundation was affiliated with the NAACP, so strictly speaking, Steve was entitled to ask.
Edward told the truth, "Most of them co from Compton. They've had cognitive disorders since childhood. You can see, so think they're won, while others think they're trees..."
Steve stopped and looked at a tall skinny black man wearing leafy clothes standing motionless in the hallway.
Edward half-joked, "They face discrimination not only from white people but also from black folks and others. Many are afraid of seeing people; so developed avoidant personalities because of being stigmatized."
He pointed at a large cross-dressing man and said, "Not many can keep a cheerful attitude like him."
Steve was sowhat familiar with such circumstances and nodded, "Life is indeed hard for this segnt of blacks."
Edward shrugged, "So I brought so with more serious psychological issues here temporarily. Living here is sowhat better for them."
Steve said, "This won't solve the problem fundantally."
Edward smiled and shook his head, "Too hard. Prejudices are as solid as the Rockies."
Steve thought carefully for a mont but found no better solution and asked, "Doesn't Hawke have any ideas?"
Edward said, "I've told Hawke, and he asked to contact you first."
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