Chapter 1689: The beautiful and beautiful scenery (second update, please subscribe)
At 2 a.m., at the junction of 12th Street and Clairemont Street in Detroit, the bar that was open all night was still lively.
This is an unlicensed bar.
Although there is no license, people nearby drink and dance here, trying to numb the pain in their lives with alcohol and music. However, this short-lived happiness was quickly broken.
Several police cars roared over, and the police who received the report were preparing to search the bar that was operated without a license. However, the incident was not as smooth as expected. As soon as the police rushed into the bar, they roughly pushed the black customers to the wall and asked them to show their driver's license and social security cards.
"Everyone, hold your head with your hands and stand against the wall!"
A policeman shouted, waving the baton in his hand in the air.
The music in the bar came to an abrupt end, replaced by police roars and black protests. A black young man stood up and asked angrily: "Why are you catching us? We did nothing!" "Shut up!" The police slammed his baton hard on his back and pressed him to the ground.
This scene angered everyone present.
The black people began to resist and had a fierce clash with the police. Stones, wine bottles and chairs were flying in the air, while policemen fought back with batons and tear gas. "White Pig, we will never let you treat us like this!" shouted a black woman, picking up a bottle of wine and smashing it hard at the police.
The police quickly retreated, but rushed up again soon. They used batons and handcuffs to uniform the black customers one by one and stuffed them into police cars. However, the black people's resistance did not stop. They used their bodies to block the police car's way, trying to stop the police from taking their companions away.
"You niggers, how dare you resist!"
A policeman roared and smashed a black man hard on the head with a baton. "We are not your slaves!" The black man said with difficulty, blood flowing down his forehead.
Even though, dozens of black men were handcuffed and stuffed into police cars. Their faces were filled with anger and reluctance, and the flames of revenge were burning in their eyes. Negroes who heard the news nearby began to throw items at the police.
The black man who learned the news came from all directions, and things became uncontrollable, and the news quickly spread throughout Detroit.
From the early morning, tens of thousands of black people gathered on the streets, discussing the early morning arrests in anger. Although the last Detroit riot caused not only tens of thousands of black people to be arrested, but also a large number of black people have been unemployed, blacks have struggled in the double torture of unemployment and discrimination over the past few years.
Anything that is turbulent will cause riots.
At this time, rumors spread on the streets, some said that the police killed a black teenager, and some said that the police insulted black women in the bar. These rumors spread like wildfire, igniting the anger in the hearts of black people.
"We can't bear it anymore!"
A young black man stood on the top of the car, waving his fists, "We want those white people to know that we are not lambs at slaughter!"
"Yes, we are humans, not their slaves!"
"Their ancestors enslaved us, and now we are going to fight back, fight back!"
The crowd burst into deafening cheers. Black people began to throw rocks at police officers and ignite cars and buildings on the roadside. The streets of Detroit became a battlefield as the fire lit up and the smoke filled the sky. Police tried to maintain order, but their tear gas and batons paled in front of the angry crowd.
What's even more deadly is the gun. Some black people even shoot at the police, and everything seems to be a recurrence of the old story.
Shooting, arson, robbery... everything happened again in this city.
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In Washington, in the White House conference room, the president and his senior officials are urgently discussing the situation in Detroit. The TV screen was playing the chaotic scenes of the streets of Detroit, with fire and smoke sank across the city.
"It's not just ordinary riots," said an official seriously. "We have reason to believe that there are Russian spies and terrorists involved. They try to use black dissatisfaction to incite violence and destabilize the country." He then emphasized: "Michigan Governor George Rom has sent the National Guard to Detroit to maintain order, and Rom and the Mayor of Detroit demanded that the White House immediately send troops into Detroit to maintain order."
President Johnson nodded with a serious expression: "We must act immediately and not let the situation worsen. Let the Pentagon make plans to send troops into Detroit and restore order." "Yes, Mr. President," another official said, "we must show the world that the United States will not tolerate any form of violence and destruction."
Just as the White House responded most directly to the riot, the chaos in Detroit intensified.
Among the angry crowd, there is a group of people who are particularly eye-catching. They wore berets and had the Black Panther Party badge on their chests. These are members of the Black Panther Party, many of whom have received military training in Cuba, proficient in guerrilla tactics and weapon use. "Brothers, we can't just throw stones!" shouted a member of the Black Panther Party. "We must fight back with more powerful weapons!" They took out weapons from the hidden warehouses, including rifles, pistols, molten bottles, and even a dozen RPG bazooka. These weapons were secretly reserved for many years in order to deal with such moments. "We want those white people to know that we black people are not easy to bully!"
Another member of the Black Panther Party shouted.
With the intervention of the Black Panther Party, the streets of Detroit became a real battlefield. Black people attacked police vehicles with moor bottles and engaged in a fierce gunfight with policemen with rifles and pistols. Members of the Black Panther Party used the tactics they learned in Cuba to organize effective counterattacks.
"Aim at their tanks!" shouted a member of the Black Panther Party,
"Use RPG!"
Several members of the Black Panther Party carried the RPG bazooka and aimed at the US tanks advancing on the streets. The rocket roared out and hit the side of the tank, and the explosion of fire instantly illuminated the entire block. "Beautiful job!" The members of the Black Panther Party cheered.
However, the U.S. military was not repelled. More soldiers and tanks poured into the block, fighting back with machine guns and tear gas. The streets were covered with bullet holes and broken glass, and the air was filled with smoke and blood. ,
As the situation worsened, the 82nd Airborne Division of the U.S. Army was sent to Detroit. Tens of thousands of fully armed soldiers were equipped with tanks, rifles, machine guns and tear gas. They set up barbed wire on the streets and blocked various towns, as if turning Detroit into another Vietnamese battlefield.
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"This is now a military-controlled area!"
A soldier shouted in a megaphone,
"Everyone will go home immediately or they will be regarded as thugs!"
However, the blacks did not retreat. They attacked the soldiers with stones and moor bottles, and even engaged in a fierce gunfight with them on the streets. The fire and gunfire intertwined, and the night sky in Detroit was dyed blood red.
On a street corner, several black armed personnel had a fierce exchange of fire with a team of airborne troops. Black people used buildings and abandoned vehicles as bunkers to fight back with rifles and pistols. Bullets whizzed through the air, and the streets were covered with bullet holes and broken glass. "We can't let them bully us anymore!" a black armed man shouted. "We want them to know that we blacks have power too!"
However, the firepower of the airborne troops far exceeded that of the black armed man. Several black armed men were hit and fell into a pool of blood. Others were surrounded by airborne troops and forced to surrender.
"Kneel down!" an airborne soldier pointed a gun at the head of the black armed man and roared.
The black armed men were forced to kneel on the ground with their hands in their heads. The airborne soldiers beat them hard with their military boots and butts, venting their anger and fear.
"You niggers, how dare you resist us!" An airborne kicked a black armed man in the face with his military boots, and blood immediately poured out of his nose and mouth. "We are just to safeguard my dignity!" said the black armed man with difficulty.
"Dignity?" Another airborne soldier sneered and smashed his back hard with his butt. "You niggers are damn farm tools, and they are not worthy of dignity at all!"
The soldiers were beating the surrendered black men while spitting on their bodies. All the beaten people had unyielding anger on their faces.
In another neighborhood in Detroit, the battle entered a white-hot phase. Black armed men occupied the tall buildings and roofs, taking advantage of the terrain, shooting at the airborne troops with rifles from the windows and roofs. Bullets poured down like raindrops, and the airborne soldiers were forced to find cover to avoid deadly firepower. "They are upstairs!" cried an airborne, "We need support!"
Soon, several tanks drove into the block, and the turret slowly turned, aiming at the tall building. Machine guns and artillery on the tank fired at the same time, and bullets and shells whistled out, hitting the exterior walls of the building. Masonry and glass shards splashed everywhere, and tall buildings were shaking in the cannon fire. "Keep shooting!" the tank commander shouted, "Battle them down!"
However, the black armed men did not retreat. They used the complex structure of the building to constantly change positions and continued to shoot at the airborne troops. A black sniper hid behind the chimney on the rooftop and calmly aimed at the tank's turret.
"Bang!" A gunshot hit the soldiers behind the tank machine gun trunk, and the soldiers in the machine gun trunk fell down.
"Good job!" another black armed man shouted, "Continue to suppress them!"
Although their resistance was very brave, it was like the riot a few years ago.
This resistance had no result. In the face of these unorganized black men, the army with tanks and cannons was undoubtedly more advantageous.
After five days of fierce conflict, the riots in Detroit were finally subsided.
However, the city is already devastated. More than 2,000 buildings were burned, thousands of people were killed and injured, and tens of thousands were imprisoned.
Although the anger of the black people was temporarily suppressed, flames were still burning in their hearts.
Not only was there anger burning in their hearts, but even their neighborhoods were burning. In order to retaliate against them, some white thugs set fire to ignite the neighborhood where the blacks were located, and the fire brigade also refused to dispatch on the grounds of riots, which directly led to the burning of large areas of black neighborhood fires.
It not only caused a large number of casualties, but also caused hundreds of thousands of black people to lose their own houses.
Like many people, James, who was only a teenager, stood in the ruins, looking at his burned home, his eyes full of sadness and anger.
He knew that the riot did not solve any problems, and the blacks still lived in dire straits. However, he also saw hope.
In the riots, the blacks showed unprecedented unity and courage. They declared to the world with their actions: We will no longer be silent!
"This battle is not over," James whispered. "We will continue to fight until we gain true freedom and equality."
(End of this chapter)