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Chapter 185 A Black Radio Enthusiast Who Loves Learning

The three brothers of Big Jack's family, Bernard, Stanley, Josh, and several other members of the Compton Executioner, now stood in front of the big man Martin with puzzled faces.

Mr. Page, who was standing next to Martin, was holding a stack of certificates in his hand. He was looking through the names on each certificate. The people whose names he read out stepped forward to take the brand new certificates handed over by Page.

As the head of Jack's family, Bernard was the last one to receive the certificate with his name on it from Mr. Page.

Bernard is a tall and strong black man with a thick beard on his chin and a strong inverted triangle body. Just by standing there, he gives people a fierce and aggressive aura that keeps strangers away. In fact, this is true. Now in Compton, both the Crips and the Bloods have to give face to Bernard.

It’s not that he has amazing fighting ability. Of course, Bernard is indeed a good fighter, but that’s not the point. The point is that after he joined the army and retired, he received prison guard training and then became a prison guard at the Los Angeles Men’s Central Jail under the Los Angeles County Police Department.

However, he was later fired and sentenced to three years in prison for taking the blame for his boss. He lost his job as a prison guard and returned to the streets of Compton.

Some people may be curious about why a former prison guard who had been in prison would make the Bloods and the Crips wary? Of course, prison guards are not scary. What is scary is the Los Angeles County Police Department, the organization where Bernard once worked.

The Los Angeles County Police Department is the largest law enforcement agency in the United States, with 9700 badge-wearing officers.

At the same time, it is also the largest police station in the United States. It is responsible for an area of ​​4057 square miles. In addition to the Los Angeles County area, there are 42 small cities and population living areas in the Los Angeles area of ​​California that do not have police departments and choose to entrust public security-related work to the Los Angeles County Police Department.

The most important point is that the Los Angeles County Police Department is responsible for operating, maintaining and managing all prison systems in the entire Los Angeles area, and is also the largest prison system in the United States.

More than forty cities, large and small, and dozens of prisons, detention centers, or correctional institutions need to be directly managed by the Los Angeles County Police Department. Therefore, although it has as many as 9,000 employees, it is still seriously understaffed.

In order to ensure that the work of the police department can be carried out in an orderly manner, the Chief of the Los Angeles County Police Department, the Jew Sherman Block, came up with a genius idea, which is to select trustworthy gangs willing to cooperate with the police in each city under its jurisdiction, and rely on their help to complete the work of the undermanned police.

This way, there is no need to spend extra labor costs and someone can be guaranteed to do the trivial work.

At that time, there were more than 300 gangs active in the Los Angeles area. The police officers of the Los Angeles County Police Department carefully selected and assessed thirty of them to ensure that there were members of thirty gangs active throughout the jurisdiction, including in various prisons.

Dozens of sheriffs, chiefs, deputy sheriffs, and prison wardens under the Los Angeles County Police Department are each responsible for connecting and commanding a gang to ensure that they have enough manpower to carry out the work.

In just a few years, this form of cooperation between black and white has caused the number of police officers with gang membership in the Los Angeles County Police Department to reach 17% of the total number of police officers, which means that for every police officers in the Los Angeles County Police Department, have gang membership.

The original thirty gangs have been continuously merged and expanded, and only eighteen are left today. Although the total number has decreased, they have become more powerful.

(PS: In order to avoid readers thinking that I am exaggerating, let me explain first that this information is not made up by me. The gang in the police station is real in the Los Angeles County Police Department. America is so free that the police chief can also serve as a gang boss. Compared with him, Lai Luo is not worth mentioning. After all, Lai Luo has to run away. The righteous policeman who reported the Los Angeles County Police Chief for his involvement in organized crime was directly driven to his doorstep by his former police colleagues in a police car, shot at his door to shut him up, and the investigation was eventually dropped. The incident happened again in 2012, but the chief who set up this black-and-white cooperation mechanism has passed away. It took 8 years in the end. By 2020, the new chief who was responsible for connecting with a gang and is now the second-generation chief was only charged with obstruction of justice and sentenced to three years. He was finally released from prison after two years.)
Bernard Jack, while a corrections officer, was a high-ranking member of one of the Los Angeles County Police Department's 18 gangs, primarily the Compton Executioners, based at the Men's Central Jail.

No matter how arrogant the Bloods and the Crips are in Compton, they must show enough respect to the three Big Jack brothers, because once they decide to kill or become enemies with the three Big Jack brothers, the large number of brothers in prison of the Bloods and the Crips will be doubly retaliated by Bernard's former colleagues and gang brothers.

"Radio transmission license?" Bernard took the certificate from Martin and read the words on it. Then he looked up at Martin in confusion: "What is this thing used for? Mr. Hart?"

After Page handed out all the certificates, Martin looked at the puzzled people in front of him and said, "You are all curious about why you have become niggers with certificates. It's simple. There are several TV stations in Los Angeles that I like very much. I want to cooperate with them and make money with them. Unfortunately, they don't appreciate it and just want me to fuck their ass. They don't respect me as a nigger from Miami. When I ask someone to fuck my ass, I always ask them to get a physical examination first. They don't care about hygiene. This is a blasphemy to me."

"I can bring people to help you teach those guys a lesson, Mr. Hart." Josh, the youngest son of Jack's family and the most kind-hearted man in Africa, spoke after hearing Martin's words.

Mrs. Jack dragged her fat body out of the kitchen, holding a tray with freshly baked pies in her hands. The old woman walked up to Martin first, motioning him to taste her cooking skills, and looked at her son Josh with dissatisfaction: "Listen to Mr. Hart, Josh, don't fight and hurt people, follow Mr. Hart and learn how to become a big shot in the upper class."

Martin took a bite of it and first praised the old lady's cooking skills. After Mrs. Jack put the pie down with pride and went to the kitchen to prepare other food, he continued to say to the others:
"You are no longer street niggers, Josh, understand? I spent a lot of money to help you get real licenses, and there are several expensive radio transmitter systems on the car outside. I'm not asking you to help me kill and burn. Like your mother said, you have to follow me and learn how to be an upper-class person."

"Okay, Mr. Hart." Josh nodded seriously after hearing Martin's words.

Seeing Josh nod sincerely, Martin said with relief: "You are good learners among black people. You have been studying hard to transmit and receive broadcast signals. For example, Josh, you are one kilometer away, and Bernard is here. Your receiver can receive the images sent by Bernard. Of course, you can't practice at home. You have to practice near the transmitters of those TV stations, and practice every day during prime time. This... is legal broadcast signal interference."

The second oldest, Stanley, was the calmest of the three brothers. He understood the meaning of Martin's words and expressed his own understanding: "That is to say, we can use the equipment outside to let the viewers watching those TV stations see the images we send?"

"Yes, the transmitter power and call signs outside are more advanced than those TV stations, but I must reiterate that I gave it to you because you are studious and want to become media technology talents among black people, not because you deliberately hijack the transmission signals of those poor TV stations!" Martin looked at the few people with a righteous face and swallowed the pie.
"You are here to gain knowledge! You are here to study broadcasting and to change the American television industry. You are promising black people!"

"How about playing some short movies for everyone to watch for free?" Josh understood Martin's idea at this time, grinned, and asked his companions excitedly: "I am willing to contribute my favorite personal collection, "Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Black Wolf", the story of a white girl and her mature grandmother fighting a black werewolf."

Martin frowned. "It's not good to spread this kind of movie. It's easy to annoy the audience and make people suspect that you deliberately hijacked the signal to play the movie. You are trying to cause trouble for the TV station. My suggestion is to spread the song. It's normal for you and your friends to spread the song through the signal because you have a license. It's normal to spread the song through private technical exchanges."

"What songs? Black songs?" Josh was a little disappointed when he heard that he could only broadcast music. He had thought that he could let the TV viewers enjoy his collection of videos.

Martin said: "Since the main audience of those TV stations is black, my lawyer, Earl Rush, carefully selected several songs that sing about black people and let you play them in a loop during prime time."

"Well, which ones?" Bernard asked, folding up the license and putting it in his slacks pocket.

Martin turned his head and looked at Page: "Mr. Page, please introduce the name of the song and then hand them the prepared music video."

"They are 'Nigger, Nigger', 'Move Them Niggers North', 'Nigger Hatin' Me', 'Some Niggers Never Die'..." Page held a cassette and read the song titles.

Before Paige finished reading, Josh and several young black men went crazy, pulling up their T-shirts and cursing, "Old man, what the fuck are you..."

"Don't get excited, Josh, this is indeed the name of the song." Stanley immediately stopped his brother who was about to run away on the spot: "This is the representative song of the white racist folk singer Johnny Trahan." "Well, there is another one, "Who Likes a Nigger?"." Paige finished reciting the last song without changing his expression, and then he stopped talking completely, disdainful of the appearance of several people showing the pistols on their waists and preparing to run away.

"Who Likes a Nigger? Who Likes a Nigger? Is this the title of a fucking song?" Josh lifted up his T-shirt, revealing the holster on his waist, and walked around the room frantically:
"What a joke... why are we playing these songs? That lawyer of yours is a fucking racist, Mr. Hart?"

"He's black. He asked you to play these songs so that you would remember that there is still a long way to go on the road to racial equality. Always use music created by this white trash to remind yourself, stay angry, and keep working hard." Martin looked at Josh and said seriously.

Stanley laughed. “These songs will not only anger us, but also the black viewers of the TV station. Maybe the next day... the TV station will be in big trouble.”

"That's none of your business. You just need to understand that it is completely legal for licensed broadcasting enthusiasts to transmit sound and images in a small range. You didn't hijack the signal on purpose. It's just that the TV station's transmitter is too bad and it was suppressed by your power."

"You don't need to listen to the song "Who Likes a Nigger?" Just hearing the title is enough to make black people angry." The eldest brother Bernard put his arm around his brother Josh's shoulders and said, "Do as Mr. Hart tells you. He won't treat us unfairly."

"Of course, if you can deal with them, you will have the opportunity to become a small shareholder of those TV stations. If Josh is willing, you can broadcast his beloved "Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Black Wolf." Martin turned and walked out like a black big shot, but after a few steps he came back to Josh:
"Uh...Also, lend me that videotape to watch first."

……

BHH is a small television station located in the unincorporated town of El Camino, Los Angeles.

As you can tell from its full name Black-Hip-Hop, this is a TV station that mainly plays black hip-hop rap music.

El Camino is an unincorporated town in Los Angeles County. An unincorporated town is a densely populated community that is not officially established as a city or town.

El Camino has a population of 80, nearly % of whom are black. Most of them work in the building materials industry in the nearby city of Lawndale, doing heavy manual labor. It is a more typical lower-class black living area in Los Angeles County than Compton.

The most popular TV station here is not CBS, ABC or NBC, but BHH, a small TV station rooted in El Camino and founded in 1983.

The person who founded this TV station is Chapman Tange, who is known as the godfather of hip-hop in El Camino.

Chapman Tange is the only elementary school music teacher in the area. He founded BHH in his spare time. At first, he mainly played some East Coast hip-hop music and videos of his students singing at school so that parents could see their children perform on TV.

However, as hip-hop music quickly spread from the East Coast to California, more and more black Californians began to like this style of music. And because it did not seem to be too difficult to create, a group of hip-hop singers soon emerged in El Camino. Because they had no fame and no other channels to spread their creations, they simply recorded a demo, took it to BHH, asked Chapman Tange to help play it on BHH, and then asked the black people in the community to give their comments.

Chapman would also use his identity as a music teacher to recommend some excellent works to black record companies he knew. Over the years, El Camino has produced more than a dozen singers. Although they have not become really famous, they have changed the fate of living here.

After making money, those singers would turn around and sponsor Bole Chapman's BHH, and also let black people outside know about this small TV station. Many small black businesses would also place advertisements on BHH. So over the years, relying on 10,000 stable viewers, BHH not only did not close down, but instead grew steadily. Relying on advertising fees and sponsorship, it seemed that it was going to become bigger and stronger.

At least that’s what Chapman-Tango thought until tonight.

Because the TV station was not big, he had to take on all the tasks of host, producer, editor, etc., and he had five black youths from the community serving as his assistants.

According to the normal program schedule, the prime time tonight was supposed to be its signature program "Soul School", which is an interview with hip-hop singers and also broadcasts some of the guests' classic works.

Especially tonight's guest is Big 10, the singer who came out of El Camino. It can be said that many BHH viewers watched how this black guy went from a thieving jerk to the musical genius he is today, wearing all kinds of gold jewelry.

So before the show even started, Chapman Tange was certain that tonight's ratings would be incredibly high because of the appearance of Big 10.

As it turns out, Chapman-Tango was only half right.

In a van 500 meters away from the BHH transmitter, Bernard spit out the cigarette in his mouth and grabbed the walkie-talkie, looking at the debugged equipment. "Josh, are you ready to receive?"

"It doesn't seem to matter whether I'm ready or not. The audience should be ready." Josh said with a smile over there.

Bernard saw that the time showed 19:30 and decisively pressed the button on the transmitter.

In El Camino, more than 10 families were watching their hometown singer Big10 perform on TV. When they saw Big10 appear on TV with a microphone in hand, before they could smile with relief, they found that the singer was not singing a rap song but a country ballad, and the voice did not seem to belong to Big.

But this unexpectedness did not prevent them from being moved to the point of being stunned and then cursing by the songs coming from TV.

Because this beautiful and lively folk song goes like this:
"Who the hell would like a nigger? My father used to ask me. Who the hell would like a nigger? They're so lazy, they just sit on a dunghill and eat potatoes..."

Having just completed the signal hijacking, Bernard was certain that BHH TV's ratings tonight would be incredibly high.

Because he was in the van, he heard countless angry shouts and curses echoing in the surrounding buildings.

"It seems to be working well." Bernard looked at his brother Stanley in the front driver's seat and said with a smile, "Mr. Hart is really a business talent."

Stanley pressed down the brim of his baseball cap. "We are just radio enthusiasts who love to learn, Bernard. We haven't done anything."

(End of this chapter)