amaotonovel Chapter 2287 Gotham Music Chapter (26)
Chapter 2287 Gotham Music Chapter (26)
Chapter 2287 Gotham Music Festival (Twenty-six)
Clark explained this to Hal as briefly as possible. He said, "Since I met Professor Schiller, I realized that people's mental pain is usually more severe than their physical pain, and their minds need more help than their bodies. If it is not necessary, do not use any means to add emotional pressure to them, otherwise it is very likely to have irreversible consequences."
"If they remain determined, then even if we only assist them, we can make progress. But if they collapse under the pressure, then no matter how much we help, it will still be useless."
"The human mind is more fragile than we think, so if they show resistance, we may need to slow down our attitude instead of forcing them to do anything."
"During the day, I felt that although Oliver was in pain, he was still rational. He did not collapse or give up on himself. So I believe that he came here to reverse the situation, not to commit suicide."
"In this situation, it would be better for us to just watch from the sidelines and quietly offer help. Rushing over rashly would disrupt his plans and only make him lose his mind. What do you think?"
Hal sat down on the ground against the wall, not looking at Clark, but staring at the sea and said, "You have matured, Clark. I still vaguely remember when you first arrived in Mexico, you wanted to rush up like crazy and beat all those people away."
Clark shrugged and laughed. He sat down next to Hal and said, "Everyone has an impulse now and then. Weren't you also carried away at that time? If Oliver hadn't stopped us, we would have spent all our time fighting with the drug lord's bodyguards."
They both fell silent, sitting outside the waiting room at the dock, feeling the sea breeze and looking at the waves, watching the mysterious Atlantis coming from the distant skyline. The sea water rippled at the stern, and the white trail formed as it spread out looked like a giant seagull.
"Wait." Hal seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "I saw someone in the waiting room just now. He may know what happened to Oliver."
"Who?"
“Tupac, the rapper from California like Oliver.”
"But didn't Oliver say he didn't know him?"
Hal got up from the ground, clapped his hands, straightened his slightly wrinkled suit pants and said, "Yes, they may not have known each other before, but don't forget what Oliver revealed in his words. He wanted to know him, and it was when he was facing a big trouble."
Clark also stood up and said, "That's right. When people are under great pressure, they are not in the mood to chat. Although Oliver appears to be very relaxed, his nerves must be very tense. Every word he says at this time is useful."
Clark was about to turn around and walk into the waiting room, but Hal stopped him and said after thinking for a moment, "I remember Tupac is facing some troubles right now."
Clark then recalled that the guests without tickets who appeared here were all facing some unsolvable troubles and wanted to get on board to fight for their lives.
The fact that Tupac appears here proves that he is also facing trouble. If we talk to him about Oliver at this time, will it only add unnecessary pressure to him?
But Hal had already walked past Clark and said as he walked, "Oliver didn't want to tell us about the troubles he was facing. He might think we can't solve them. This is indeed possible. We all know that he is walking on the edge of a cliff. No one can guarantee that he has such earth-shaking power to fill this big hole."
"But the trouble Tupac is facing may be much simpler. He is just a rapper. I heard that he had conflicts with some rap groups on the East Coast. This kind of trouble is a piece of cake for us. We can help him solve the problem and then find out from him what is going on with Oliver."
Clark obviously thought it made sense, and the two of them walked back to the waiting room together and saw Tupac huddled in the corner of the room.
He was not a tall and strong black man, even thinner than most of his peers. Without those glittering gold chains, earrings and nails everywhere, and gang rap gestures, he looked like an ordinary black guy, squatting in the corner silently without saying a word, and no one even recognized that he was a big star.
Although the situation of black people in the United States was still not good during this era, world-class superstars were still recognized. It does not mean that these people in the upper class were not vain. If they found that there was a West Coast rap king here, they would definitely rush over to take photos with him.
The moment Hal noticed his attire, he thought that he might not want to attract attention, so the two of them did not make a big fuss, but quietly crept past the wall.
Hal called out Tupac in a low voice. The black youth turned around in surprise and found that it was two strangers. He looked away, sighed and said, "Okay, it's me. Don't shout. I can get your autograph and take a photo with you."
Apparently Tupac treated them as his fans, but what surprised Hal was that he had a very good attitude and did not speak in a sarcastic manner like many people's stereotypes of rappers. His tone was not aggressive and could even be described as gentle.
"Hello, we just saw you at the other end of the room. Are you also a tourist here on the boat?" Clark chose to stand at the same angle as Hal instead of coming to Tupac's other side. He knew that might make people feel stressed. After all, both he and Hal were relatively strong, and two white people sandwiching a black man would easily cause them to have a stress response.
Tupac waved his hand and said, "It's too hot in the middle. I'll stay here for a while. You probably won't see me on the boat."
Obviously he thought Clark and Hal were tourists who bought tickets to board the ship and were not of the same kind as him. Although this was indeed the case, Clark and Hal could see that he was absent-minded and wanted to be perfunctory.
"Well, we wanted to talk to you."
As soon as this sentence came out, the black youth immediately became alert. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Hal and said, "You are not my fans. Who are you? What do you want from me?"
Both Hal and Clark believed that this kind of vigilance was normal. In this era, the segregation between blacks and whites was still quite serious, and the anti-discrimination movement was not as legitimate as it was in later times. It could only be said that it was just beginning. Blacks were wary of whites, and whites were wary of blacks.
If we use a simple and vivid metaphor to describe the relationship between blacks and whites during this period, it would be that whites are the owners of the house, and all the facilities in the house serve the whites, including furniture, home appliances, and guns and ammunition. Blacks are the tenants. Some of them can use these things, but the vast majority live a primitive life in modern society.
Once a conflict arises between blacks and whites, the whites have absolute control over everything in the house. They can easily kick out unwelcome tenants and replace them with another group of more obedient tenants.
Therefore, the vast majority of black people are trying to avoid conflicts with white people. Living in a warehouse is better than living in a house, and living in a house is better than being driven out. Many black people think so.
Therefore, even if the medical, legal and security systems are not open to them, they still want to stay in a powerful and wealthy country and be the last one standing. The vigorous anti-racial discrimination movements that people think of are actually just because the radicals have louder voices. It does not represent their large numbers, nor does it represent the collective will of the black race at that time.
In order not to irritate Tupac, Hal could only slow down his tone and said: "We have no ill intentions, we just didn't expect to see a star here, but more importantly, we heard one of our friends mention you."
Tupac remained unmoved, and even showed a hint of disgust on his face, but he seemed to be cautious and did not say anything to provoke her.
Hal and Clark both felt helpless. Now they deeply understood the harm of racial discrimination. No matter what two white people said to a black person, it sounded like bullying.
Saying that you met a big star here sounds like a joke. If you interpret it more maliciously, it seems like saying, how dare you be a big star when you are such a coward?
And saying that a friend mentioned you seems to be mocking this friend's taste for listening to black rap.
Even though both of them said the truth and had no ill intentions, the current era makes it impossible for the two sides to communicate.
Clark clearly felt that Tupac's psychological pressure was increasing, and he was unwilling to go on like this. After all, if Tupac also went up to gamble his life, their influence on him might very well pose a threat to him.
But at this moment, a young man wearing a peaked cap also slipped over from the wall. When he took off the hat, Hal and Clark found that he was another white man.
He was wearing a black T-shirt, gray sleeves, jeans that had been washed to a pale color, a crew cut, and gun-gray earrings that were not too conspicuous. His skin was slightly reddish. He was an ordinary white man that could easily be met on any street in the United States, completely different from the rich people in the room.
"I have to say, there are so many people here, do you two have to stand here?" The white man glanced at Hal and Clark with a sharp look and said, "What's so special about this guy? Or are you plainclothes policemen?"
Although it sounded like he was mocking Tupac as a criminal, they could all clearly hear that the white youth was there to rescue them.
This surprised Hal and Clark very much.
First of all, Hal and Clark are indeed two white people, but more importantly, they are also very strong among white people. Hal is better, with a strong and well-proportioned body, like a fitness enthusiast who has been doing fitness all year round, but Clark is more exaggerated. This kind of muscular man with double-door muscularity often only appears in classical bodybuilding competitions. His thighs are almost thicker than Tupac's waist.
As we all know, fitness is not a cheap hobby, especially professional fitness. People with smooth but relatively small muscles may be manual workers, but those with big and strong muscles are definitely rich people.
Strong, rich white people are the most difficult people to mess with in this country, because you don't even have a chance to beat them up. No matter if they have taken drugs or not, big muscles mean strong power.
In the United States, where violent law enforcement is extremely common, the oppression brought by two such strong white men is very strong, because you never know whether he will pin you there and strangle you to death.
The reason why the Floyd case caused such a sensation is that it happened too late. Before 2000, such cases did not happen every week, but almost every day at the intersection of every black and white community, and no one even cared.
So this makes the white youth's behavior of standing up for the black people look extremely shocking, even with some Gotham-style absurdity.
Tupac was obviously shocked as well. He raised one of his drooping eyes and looked carefully at the white young man with an expression of sudden enlightenment.
"What's your name?" Hal asked.
“Call me Eminem.”
(End of this chapter)