In this depressing atmosphere, Stiller next to me was trembling all over.

After getting on the high-level speech stage, you can see the scene below. One hundred thousand faces face you. The first time you look at it, your blood will boil.

The person in charge of interviewing one of the best hosts in Los Angeles, but at the age of 60, he obviously had never experienced such a situation. His face turned pale and he kept taking out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Then the three of us slowly came to the microphone in front of the stage, and the interview officially began in front of 100,000 people.

Silent! That kind of silence makes you feel extremely difficult to breathe!

"Ko...Ko...Mr. Corleon..." The host stammered at me and swallowed hard: "Dreamwork last night

We have dedicated a wonderful movie, and a child named Orwell in it also caused turmoil in the whole of Los Angeles. I would like to ask, since this script was completed by you and Mr. Stiller, how did the last story come to mind at the beginning?”

I was about to answer. Stiller nervously patted the microphone in front of him, and then said tremblingly to the 100,000 people in the audience: "Actually, this script was originally written by myself, but later the boss made a lot of modifications and almost completely overturned the script at that time. In the original script, the last story is not a black child, but an ordinary white American family."

Wow!

Wow!

Wow!

As soon as Stiller finished speaking, the audience was in chaos like a tsunami!

"I said it, it's just a fable! There is no meaning of racism!"

"No! He lies!"

"Mr. Corleon is going to criticize racism! This movie is a declaration of war!"

"how so!?"

...

Everything in the crowd was used. I heard from Stenberg that there were no black people in the original script. The original opponents were extremely happy. They shouted slogans to those black people and white people who supported black people, while many black people cried bitterly on the spot!

The scene is out of control!

On the stage, the host was stunned and didn't know what to do.

At the critical moment, I grabbed the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please calm down, our words are not over yet!" As I shouted, the crowd quieted down.

I glanced at the host and pushed all the microphones in front of me.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Stiller is right. The last story he gave me the script that he gave me was an ordinary white family. The story of Orwell, I added it!" I opened my eyes wide and looked at the crowd in the audience. Although I couldn't see their faces clearly, I knew that if I didn't do it well, I would have to make them feel my solemn attitude.

Sure enough, everyone stared at me.

"Maybe you will ask, why did I change the script, why did I change a white family to a black family, why did I tell you the story of Orwell Jr., so today, here, I tell you, please listen clearly, this movie is not just a fable some of you say! It is not! It is a dagger, a dagger that stabs racial discrimination! What we have to do is to start a war against this unfair system!"

I almost used all my strength to yell out these words!

The host was stunned! Stiller was stunned! The group of black people standing behind me followed me were stunned! Pang Mao and Kauward were stunned! Those government officials were stunned! One hundred thousand Los Angeles people in the square were stunned!

Quiet! Quiet as quiet as death!

Then there was a roar overwhelming sound!

"Long live!"

"fraud!"

"Long live Mr. Corleon!"

"Andre Corleon is a liar!"

...

The entire square was like a volcano that erupted, burning so hard that I was almost melting!

"Quiet! Listen to what Mr. Corleon has to say!" An old black man with only one arm behind me grabbed a microphone and shouted angrily at the crowd.

Under his roar, the crowd quieted down again.

"Mr. Corleon, please continue." The old black man respectfully handed me the microphone.

I calmed myself down and said slowly: "Decades ago, a great American signed the "Proverb of Liberation". Now we stand under his statue. This important decree brought the light of hope to millions of black slaves in darkness in that era, allowing them to take up their weapons and die generously! Without them, there would be no country! Without them, there would be no quiet and prosperous life for you now!"

I pointed at Lincoln's statue with one hand and at the row of black people behind me, roaring on the stage like a lion!

The original riot disappeared, and everyone focused their attention on the row of black men who were worn and thin but had straightened their waists.

"However, decades later, decades later, the blacks still have not been free! Decades later, they are still miserably under the shackles of racial discrimination and apartheid! Today, we gather here for what?! To discuss a question that seems almost absurd to me! Because this question does not need to be discussed at all! Because from the beginning, from the time when the decree was signed decades ago, it has long been a truth! Today, we are here to cash a check! This person on the stage, and those who signed the Declaration of Independence earlier, have signed a check that every American can inherit, and this check is freedom! It is the freedom that Wallace shouted out when he was sentenced!"

I firmly glanced at everyone in the audience, the government officials and opponents next to me, their eyes red.

Many black people in the audience began to sob in a low voice, some white people who were originally roaring at them. Many of them lowered their heads.

"This kind of check is something that everyone should have born with. But today the United States still owes this check to citizens of color! The United States has not fulfilled its promise, no! It has written a blank check for all black people! They have created this country with their blood and life, and they have paved the broad road of happiness for your own bones, but what they have obtained is a verbal check! Is this fair?? Is it fair?!"

“Unfair!”

“Unfair!!”

“Unfair!!!”

In the square, the roars of the black people and their supporters were shocking. Their roars made the earth tremble and made many of the opponents feel ashamed.

"Those opponents, those who think black people are born slaves, when you eat a piece of milk with your mouth full of oil). They make the ground with their own blood and sweat, but what he gets is a small piece of black bread that can't fill his stomach?! When you lie on a comfortable velvet boat and fall asleep in the moving melody of the phonograph, have you ever thought that at the other end of the city, many people sleep in damp and dirty ditches and bugs.

In the garbage room!?When your children walked towards the school happily with their schoolbags on their backs, have you ever thought that those black children of their age, like little Orwell, were picking up garbage on their backs in exchange for a little bit of pitiful food in their homes before dawn!?Did you ever thought!?”

I pulled the one-armed black man and shouted at the people under the scene: "Some people say that the reason they live so miserable is because they themselves are caused by themselves. They are not educated, have low quality, and are lazy. What I want to say is that this is all excuse! A despicable excuse! They are much harder than many of you! Not to mention some stupid people! The reason why they are so miserable is caused by you! It is all caused by the unfair system of this society!"

"Do you know where his other arm went?! In the mouth of a German wolfdog raised by a white factory owner! He lost one arm, and our policeman actually said that he hurt the fierce dog! This is what you call American freedom! This is what you call American equality!"

"The United States has no democracy! The United States has no freedom!"

“Abolish racial discrimination!”

“We want to exchange the checks!”

...

The blacks and supporters roared. At this moment, the original opposition voices never appeared again. Many opponents stood blankly, as if they were losing their souls, while some opponents turned against the blacks.

"Some people say, OK, you have to change. I'll give you a little change, but when will you be satisfied?! I want to tell these people that as long as black people are still victims of unspeakable police brutality, we will never be satisfied! As long as black people are forced to travel, they are rejected by motels next to the road, we will never be satisfied! As long as black people's basic activities are limited to small black areas to larger black areas, we will never be satisfied! As long as black children are deprived of their personalities and damaged dignity by the sign "for white only" and live like Orwell, we will never be satisfied! We will not be satisfied until justice flows like water and justice gushs like a spring!"

"We are not satisfied!"

"We are not satisfied!"

"We are not satisfied!"

Whether on stage or off stage, the roars went straight to the sky!

These black people who have been oppressed for a hundred or two years finally raised their fists of justice and roared loudly. They were accusing this country that boasted of freedom, with the dignity they had long lost, and were righteous and stern!

Looking at the black people who were crying while roaring. Looking at the staggering old people, the skinny children and the women who were tired of their waists because of life, I shed tears with them.

I suddenly remembered the Martin Luther King in later generations, and the dream he had.

"Friends, I dream that one day this country will truly fulfill its promise: everyone is born equal!"

"I dream that one day, on the red hills of California, the son of the former slave can sit on the same table as the son of the former slave owner, and be as close as brothers!"

"I dream that one day my children and black children will live together in a country that does not use skin to wink but uses the quality of character as a criterion!"

"I dream of one day. The deep valleys are bridged, the mountains are leveled. The roads are turned into smooth roads, and the winding paths are turned into prosperity. God's light reappears, and all the people in the world share the glory!"

"This is my hope. With this hope, we can make the voice of freedom resound throughout the continuous peaks of California! Let the voice of freedom resound throughout the vast wilderness of Tennessee! Let the voice of freedom resound through the winding rivers of Mississippi! Let the voice of freedom resound throughout the United States! Let the voice of freedom resound through this world under the sun!"

"dream!"

"dream!!"

"free!"

"free!!"

At this time, the hundred thousand people in the audience had merged into a whole. The opposition disappeared, the original roars disappeared, and the roars of everyone gathered into a rushing river.

"At that time, I will never want to see movies like "Imperial Hotel" on the screen again! I hope to see Little Orwell not worrying about hunger and sorrow! I hope he can freely climb to the rooftop to watch the clouds! Listen to the sound of the wind whistling by! I hope that the check in the black man's hand will be cashed and the country will be respected! I hope that everyone, whether white or black man, can sing songs together, and can shout to God from the heart: 'We are free! Finally free!'"

When my roarer finished his last sentence, the entire square was drowned by roars, and the black people were roaring! White people were roaring! Stiller was roaring! The host was roaring! Calward was roaring! In the end, the originally unwavering opponent, Los Angeles Mayor Pang Mao, was roaring!
Chapter completed!