American variety show: The Godfather, the Peace Ambassador, what the heck?

Chapter 163 The Beginning of the Riot
When Luca received the message, he was in a small rural town on the northern outskirts of the chaotic region.

Detroit will become increasingly bustling and murky, and Luca has almost finished arranging everything he needed to do. Now he can try to distance himself as much as possible and simply observe from the sidelines.

"The deceased was an underage drug dealer from YBI."

Over the phone, Lyon, who remained in Detroit, told Luca about it.

Among the angry Black groups, the YBI drug cartel was undoubtedly the most furious. They were honestly dealing drugs, but suddenly the police came knocking and raided their hideout. Instead of cracking down on drugs, the police spent a long time questioning the tanker truck.

What business is it of ours, YBI?

Aren't the "black killers" the ones who love robbery the most?
You want to see us rob someone, huh? Well then we'll really rob someone for you!
Without any prompting from the higher-ups at YBI, their low-level Black subordinates, whose minds were filled with the persecution of racism, had long harbored a deep-seated grudge against white people. They engaged in zero-dollar shopping, robbery, and extortion. These Black people were like wild monkeys in a tourist area that had lost their reins, reaching out their greedy claws to the passing tourists.

The kids in the gang naturally learned from them and started stealing what they could not afford.

White-owned supermarkets are basically free 24-hour self-service restaurants!

The white shop owner, unable to bear it any longer, picked up his newly purchased hunting rifle and blew the head off a minor black thief. The boy, holding a gun, pointed it at the other man like a Boy Scout, expecting him to surrender. But the other man pulled out a hunting rifle with a barrel longer than his leg.

When this case broke out, Philip was still cooperating with the court and prosecutors' investigation, and major media outlets across the United States were still fiercely debating how to sentence Philip. Suddenly, this incident occurred, instantly escalating public opinion once again.

The conflict between black and white is becoming increasingly intense.

Luca talked about this with Brian and A-Qiang, and they both felt it was a bit unbelievable. The style of Detroit was so different from that of New York.

Brian complained, "This is my first time in Detroit. Before this, I thought there had been enough gunfire in Los Angeles."

Ah Qiang's focus was on another aspect. He angrily exclaimed, "Those criminals who send children to smuggle drugs should all be sent to prison!"

"Your wish will come true."

Luca thought to himself that with his departure, the city of Detroit had indeed become even more chaotic without the halo of being both a peace ambassador and an anti-drug ambassador.

Relying on the halo effect to suppress them is not enough; there needs to be a bloody lesson for the black rioters to become obedient.

The group chatted for a while, and Brian suddenly asked curiously, "Old Pigeon, why didn't the other brothers come along?"

Many of the family's brothers also came to Detroit this time.

Luca chuckled: "They still need to maintain their business in the city."

In early September, the case of the white shop owner who shot and killed a black "petty thief" went to trial before Philip's, at the local courthouse in Detroit.

The court ruled that the white shop owner acted in self-defense because the store's surveillance footage clearly showed that the deceased was armed, entered the store, threatened the shop owner's life, and attempted to damage his property. The white shop owner's decision to shoot the victim in the head was considered somewhat excessive, especially considering the victim was a young child.

The white female judge ultimately sentenced the white store owner to two years of probation, 200 hours of community service, and a $500 fine.

This means there's nothing serious going on, and you don't even have to go to jail.

The Black man was furious. This was blatant discrimination. Does a white life really matter more than a Black life?
Outraged, the "free purchase" incident escalated again, and almost all white-owned stores in Detroit faced boycotts from Black people.

Many Black people felt the court ruling was unfair and that the judiciary was biased towards white people, which in turn affected Philip's case. The protests in Detroit were so intense that the local court transferred the case to the state capital of Michigan.

In the capital city, the population is predominantly white.

The trial was scheduled for the end of September—the judge was still white, and the jury of a dozen or so people included whites, Latinos, and Asians, but not a single Black person.

Meanwhile, this case, which has garnered nationwide attention, has attracted a large number of media reporters. There are noticeably more reporters covering the streets of Detroit, and even the truck drivers' union has seen large numbers of protesters and reporters gather outside its premises.

The reason for the protest was simple: the list of layoffs had been "leaked."

This chilled the hearts of countless Black drivers.

Hoffa not only failed to deliver on her promises, but also laid off Black drivers, causing many people to lose their jobs!

Why should this kind of person continue to lead the union? Why should he still have the support of us Black drivers?

The protests grew stronger and gradually swept across Detroit.

This controversy continued until the day Philip's trial began.

At that moment, while the trial was underway in the capital, the brothers Bobby and Jerry arrived at the union's gate and found a large group of black people holding banners and signs blocking the entrance.

Jerry also saw many of his Black colleagues within the union.

Jimmy Hoffa exploited Black people to fatten up white people.

Hoffa fires Black driver to curry favor with white business owners!

[A traitor! Hoffa is a traitor! A lackey of the white people!]

I need a job!

Bobby frowned. "When did Uncle Hoffa fire the black driver? These people are crazy, deliberately picking a fight!"

Jerry said helplessly, "There is indeed a list of layoffs circulating within the union. I don't know where it came from, and Uncle Hoffa didn't approve of it, but now many black drivers know about it." More and more people were marching in the street, and dozens or even hundreds of black people surrounded the union's main gate, shouting for an explanation from Hoffa.

At that moment, several white men came out of the gate, brandishing sticks in a show of force.

"Mr. Hoffa told you black devils to shut up! Get out of my way!"

These words were so offensive that they instantly provoked the ire of many Black people, leading to pushing and shoving between the two sides, creating chaos.

Jerry looked at the white drivers who were leading the fight and felt that they were unfamiliar faces. They did not seem to be local union members, but rather outsiders.

An ominous premonition arose spontaneously.
Unbeknownst to them, in the alleyway outside the crowd, several black assassins were poised to strike, their eyes fixed on the entrance to the union compound. They knew that Hoffa was inside.

Meanwhile, the case in the capital is currently under trial.
They just want an answer, a result.

Hopefully, Philip will be punished by law; hope that the American justice system will give Black people justice; hope that the labor union will leave Black people with a job.

Further away, Lyon had already locked onto the entrance to the guild through his sniper scope.

Meanwhile, a car drove into Detroit, carrying Frank, a white painter.

He looked up at the smoke rising from the city in the distance, a hint of numbness and cruelty showing on his otherwise expressionless face.

Upstairs in the union building, Hoffa was being interviewed by reporters. He stated that he did not use Black jobs to gain political support from white people, nor did he deliberately try to curry favor with white business owners.

However, the chaotic situation downstairs clearly made Hofa's explanation unconvincing.

The television set next to them was broadcasting a live recording of Philip and others' trial. Such a major case had attracted the attention of major media outlets, drawing huge crowds both inside and outside the courthouse.

The camera occasionally cuts to outside the courthouse, where hundreds of Black protesters have gathered, demanding justice and fair treatment. Banners read: "No justice! No peace!" and "White juries = racial murder."

The red lettering was shocking.

If this judicial ruling does not give these black thugs a satisfactory result, it is hard to imagine what they might do.

Hoffa stared at the television screen, speechless for a long time.

To this day, he still doesn't quite understand why things have escalated to this point when the police were looking for a stolen tanker truck.

A reporter asked, "Mr. Hoffa, what are your thoughts on this case? What kind of final verdict do you hope for?"

Hoffa remained silent, staring intently at the courtroom scene on the screen.

The lawyers for both sides are still arguing fiercely.

The defense presented substantial evidence and videos demonstrating that the Black drug dealers had attempted to resist arrest, and that many of them were wanted criminals who had committed numerous heinous crimes. The defense argued that the police's actions during the arrest of these criminals complied with the procedures for escalation of force.

The prosecution lawyer continued to insist on the point of police brutality, asking why the perpetrators killed someone after they surrendered and why the police used excessive force after they knelt down.
The two sides argued fiercely, and outside the courtroom, commentators from various media outlets also expressed their opinions on the matter.

At that moment, countless people across the country were staring at the gavel in the judge's hand.

And that jury that didn't have a single Black member.

Amidst the intense anticipation of the crowd, the judge finally struck the gavel and announced the verdict.

He was guilty, but still received a suspended sentence.

Three years of probation plus several hours of community service and a fine.

The court then immediately announced the release of Philip and the police officers involved.

Upon hearing this, countless Black people in the courtroom showed expressions of grief and indignation; some buried their heads in their hands and shouted, some wept, and some sighed. Meanwhile, the white police officers, including Philip, smiled.

This was undoubtedly a very dark moment for all Black people.

When the news reached Detroit, the fuse finally burned out, and the powerful bomb exploded in Detroit.

boom!
The union's main entrance was engulfed in flames as the protesting Black people began their violence. Some threw Molotov cocktails into the union's gates, while others rushed into the hall with sticks and weapons, destroying everything in sight.

The surrounding white-owned shops were violently destroyed by black rioters, who rushed in and looted everything.

Black mobs chanted "Kill the whites" as they blocked vehicles on major thoroughfares and dragged out non-Black drivers to beat them.

The federal government is unwilling to grant justice to Black people, yet it wants them to have peace?
They've ruined this city! They've ruined this country! If Black people can't have something, they'll just steal it!

Inside the union hall, while black rioters were smashing, burning, and killing, Hoffa came down from upstairs surrounded by a group of white people.

As always, he took the microphone and walked onto the stage:

"The verdict has shattered the foundation of justice, and I urge everyone to remain calm."

(End of this chapter)