I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

Chapter 107 America is in ruins, I, Logan, will mend it (Bonus chapter for 900 monthly votes)

America seems to be caught in some kind of crazy vicious cycle.

That fire tornado, enhanced by oil and fueled by wildfires, seemed to possess an extraordinary lifespan. After circling south of Kansas, it officially entered its third state—Missouri—to continue writing its destructive chapter on American soil.

But fire tornadoes are not the only source of this vicious cycle.

The fire tornado's path through Kansas almost entirely bypassed predominantly Black neighborhoods, sweeping through only white communities.

Frankly speaking, the Black communities in southern Kansas are far fewer than the White communities, and therefore the probability of them being affected is much lower.

But who still talks about mathematical probability at this point?
This coincidence only made the legend of "Black people having magic" even more deeply rooted in people's hearts!

Even in the most rational white circles, people couldn't help but wonder in private: Could there really be some supernatural force at work?
As for extreme white extremists, they have begun openly chanting in the streets: "Look! Black magic is specifically targeting white communities! They are using dark witchcraft to precisely strike our homes!"

Ironically, the panic was sparked by the fire, but it spread much faster than the fire itself!

For example, the East and West coasts, although unlikely to be affected by fire tornadoes, could still experience a spread of fear towards Black people.

New York police, citing "fire prevention" as the pretext, conducted fully armed raids on homes in Black neighborhoods; Boston implemented a curfew targeting Black people; San Francisco began discussions on establishing "temporary detention centers"...

History has proven time and again that these "preventative" measures do not bring security, but only provoke stronger resistance.

Because, in contrast, the rumor that "Black people have magic" inexplicably strengthened the courage of Black people to resist.

—Since they say we have magic, why don't we actually demonstrate our power?

And from who knows where, a rumor began circulating in the Black community that “the material for Black magic is dark petroleum.”

As a result, gas stations became the prime targets for arson, or rather, "casting magic".

In Cleveland, three gas stations were simultaneously attacked and set on fire by Black people; in Atlanta, a young Black man shouted "Witness the magic!" and detonated a tanker truck; in Detroit, seven gas stations were set on fire by Black people overnight.

For a time, it seemed that fires were breaking out everywhere in the United States. Arson cases, which were difficult to distinguish from genuine ones, were mixed with natural fires, creating a scene reminiscent of the twilight of an empire.

White panic intensified, and persecution of Black people escalated; more Black people were driven to the brink of despair and resorted to more extreme retaliations—a spiral of death was spinning faster and faster.

The most devastating blow occurred in New York Harbor.

That night, a Black laborer, perhaps driven by despair at the systemic persecution, secretly boarded a cargo ship loaded with oil, carrying a simple ignition device, and unleashed "fire magic"!
The explosion shook the entire city of New York, and the flames illuminated the face of the Statue of Liberty.

The explosion affected most of the port, paralyzing all port operations and severely damaging this most important port on the East Coast of the United States!
At this moment, the media that had been clamoring for "black people to be guilty" finally woke up—this time they had really messed up!
Ordinary white people are deeply confused. With natural disasters raging, why is the country on the verge of civil war instead of uniting?
In the midst of chaos and confusion, America seems to need heroes.

Therefore, Luo, a patriotic youth, stepped forward and said, "If you think I am not patriotic, it must be because your definition of patriotism is wrong!"

Good evening, my dear fellow Americans!

Logan's calm voice came through Voice of Freedom radio: "If you're listening, please put down what you're doing, turn off the lights, and let's have a fireside chat like family." "Tonight, our hearts are weeping for New York, praying for the Midwest, and worrying for all of America."

"Therefore, let me first state my firm belief: the only thing we have to fear is fear itself—a strange, irrational, unfounded fear that turns all human efforts to pursue the light into nothingness."

"At this time of dark clouds, it is the best time to speak the truth frankly and bravely, to tell the whole truth. We should not be timid or hesitant, and should honestly face the situation in our country today."

Logan's voice wasn't impassioned, but rather gentle and measured: "Yes, we fear massive fires that can devour everything, we fear disasters that could displace us at any moment... I've been chasing fire tornadoes, I've faced my fears head-on, so I know."

"Because some people fear uncontrollable disasters, they find a specific enemy to hate; because some people fear their own powerlessness, they find someone weaker to vent their anger on!"

Logan's voice softened further, "Friends, I don't want to tell you what to do, I just want to talk about what I'm doing!"

"My Sun newspaper has always focused on the small animals rescued from the fires. I know many people laugh at us for becoming an animal newspaper, but at this moment, I can say with a clear conscience that only my Sun newspaper has been spreading love and hope, because only we respect every vulnerable life!"

"Friends, natural disasters are merciless! Faced with fear, I choose to see the glimmer of humanity within them, and I don't know what's so funny about it."

"This country may be dilapidated, but it always needs someone to fix it up."

Finally, Logan said softly, "These are the thoughts of a young man, perhaps not mature enough, but that's all I wanted to say tonight!"

Goodnight, America. May God bless this land, may understanding replace suspicion, and may love triumph over hatred.

"..."

Logan put down the microphone, walked out of the broadcast booth, and raised an eyebrow at Richard, who was listening in. "So, can the hope I'm selling save this country and quell the hatred?"

Richard silently lit a cigar, exhaled a smoke ring, and cursed, "You son of a bitch, you should run for president!"

Logan grinned, completely unlike his stage persona on the show. "Being president is too damn tiring. I'd rather be a patriotic young man who just fixes up the country and, incidentally, elevates the reputation of The Sun. That would be perfect!"

"Shit!" Richard felt the shock of the evening was too much, and said without any politeness, "Yeah, if you son of a bitch became the president of the United States, this country would really be doomed!"

Logan shrugged, offering no denial.

However, none of the listeners on the radio would think that way.

Mr. Smith sighed again and again, "Alas, I was biased against The Sun. Such a young man with such great love in his heart cannot be viewed with ordinary eyes..."

Mrs. Smith's eyes were already filled with tears, "If only Logan hadn't been born..."

……

(End of this chapter)