"Me, Paul?? Nestor, boatswain of the transport ship Golden Dolphin, is willing to swear to God that my soul is saved, and everything I speak of is true, and even at the time of the final judgment, what I say will never change:

I used to think that the savage and dark slave trade had waned in the last century, and that with the Emancipation Proclamation by President Lincoln, there was no more, and should be, an evil slave trade, at least in the great United States of America. The slave carriers, the sick slaves who are constantly thrown into the sea, the sharks that follow the slave ships forever, this qiē should only be in the horror stories used to scare children. Yet, it is unbelievable that such a terrible thing was born in broad daylight, in this 'home of the brave in this free country', after we had sacrificed so much to finally bury slavery once and for all. New slave ships, new slavery is reappearing in America!

Half a year ago, our ship received a business and was carrying a shipload of cargo to China on the other side of the Pacific Ocean. After more than two months of sailing, we arrived at a southern Chinese port called Canton. And here they unloaded their cargo, just waiting to load the new cargo, and then returned to San Francisco.

A week after arriving in Canton, the captain, Mr. Charles, told me that the cargo was ready and that he would return to-morrow, and asked me to go to the city to retrieve the sailors. I was surprised because the ship was still empty. Will it be able to fill it in one day tomorrow? But the captain's orders were orders, so I went to the Chinese brothels - it was not good, but the sailors had to have a place to relax - and retrieved the sailors one by one.

The next morning, I saw the so-called cargo, which was Chinese tied in strings of rope, they were ragged, most of them short and thin, and they all had a particularly funny-looking braid on their heads. Our ship is a standard cargo ship, not a passenger ship, and it has not been modified to carry passengers, so it is not suitable for carrying passengers at all.

A Chinese translator named Bill Chen was responsible for leading the team to send these Chinese to NSU 6. In the conversations that followed, I gradually learned that they were all workers employed by the Central Pacific Railroad. According to Bill Chen, the goods we shipped were handed over to a Chinese official, who then hired them and gave them to us to take to the United States, and part of the goods we sent were commissions to that official.

The Chinese were put on board and put in the hold. As I mentioned earlier, our ship is a cargo ship, there are no cabins at all, and all the people are stuffed directly into the hold, and the small hold is crowded with people, and I estimate that at least more than 400 people are crammed into that small hold. There, the average area that each person can own is less than one square meter. At night, they don't even have a place to lie down. Therefore, they can only take turns sleeping, some of them sleeping, and some of them have to stand or squat. Some of the stories I've seen mention of slave carriers are like that.

In the other cargo hold, we loaded some food and drinking water. To be honest, by the standards of four hundred people, these food and drinking water are not enough. But the truth is that when we finally arrived in the United States, there was still a surplus of food. Because most of the Chinese died halfway through. God, I am willing to repent to you, and I am also responsible for the death of these people.

That afternoon, we set sail. Many of those Chinese had never been on a boat, and when they went out to sea, as soon as the ship rocked, they all became seasick and vomited all over the cabin. However, we didn't clean the cabin, you know, the cabin was so crowded that there was no room to clean it. And the smell of more than 400 people crammed into it is really, as if you are approaching the top door of the cargo hold, it is like approaching a dung pit, and the smell is unbearable. I thought, how can the Chinese guys who are trapped in the cargo hold below bear it? They don't want to make a fuss.

However, it was already close to summer, and the ship was scorching hot from the sun at sea, and the temperature in the cargo hold was frighteningly high at this time. We usually go to work in the cargo hold under such conditions, and it usually does not take more than half an hour, otherwise we will have symptoms of heat stroke. And now, those Chinese are locked inside, and it is likely that there will be a large area of heat stroke. The ship's doctor, Mr. Rodriguez, demanded that the Chinese be put on deck immediately, or there would be widespread death. But the Chinese translator, Bill Chen, adamantly disagreed. In the end, he told us the truth that the Chinese were not hired free workers, they were prisoners, many of them prisoners who had committed serious crimes, and were sold by Chinese officials to the Central Pacific Railroad, and they were very dangerous. Put them up in case something happens. So what to do? You know, they have four hundred, and we have only a few dozen.

So everyone hesitated, and at this time, the Chinese in the cargo hold were already shouting. I don't know what they're shouting, but I can easily hear their pain in their shouts. Eventually, Big Foul Hack came up with a way to pump seawater from the sea and keep watering the deck to cool down. It lasted until the evening. I think if it weren't for Huck's idea, these Chinese would have died more.

But the disease still appeared among the Chinese. It had only been four days since he went to sea, and there was another shouting in the hold. Bill Chan said some of them fainted. So we lowered the ladder and got the man up. After Dr. Rodriguez saw it, he told us that we had eaten something bad, and the intestinal infection led to diarrhea and dehydration. A little sulfonamide and a little saline can be saved. So we treated him in this way. He was also quickly recovered.

But this is just the beginning, and more and more patients are showing up. Spare sulfonamides are running out soon, and no one can guarantee that on future voyages, our crews themselves will not urgently need large quantities of sulfonamides (bacteria are easily resistant to sulfonamides, so by now, the doses required for sulfonamides have become larger and larger). In order to ensure the safety of the crew, the captain ordered that sulfonamides should no longer be used for those Chinese.

Since this ban was issued, the disease situation among the Chinese has begun to spiral out of control. People are constantly getting sick with all kinds of diseases, and these people are brought in, but they are not treated with any medicine, and they basically die. And these dead people were thrown directly into the sea by us. Well, you know, it's the rules at sea. We can't put a corpse on a boat that stinks. That will only lead to more illness and death.

Later, an incident made the shape shì worse. A sailor who was also infected with the disease because of contact with those Chinese consumed a large amount of sulfonamides, and Rodriguez rescued him. Dr. Rodriguez told Captain Sù that the sulfonamide reserves had bottomed out, and if there were one or two such ones, it was estimated that everyone would have to give him a sea burial.

From that day on, our treatment of patients was much simpler. We don't wait for him to die and throw him into the sea. Almost every day, we throw a few people into the sea. There were some sharks that followed our boat, and every time someone was thrown down, they would surround and bite the poor ones.

The Chinese in the cargo hold below also sensed that something was wrong, because any patient who went up would never come down again. They took advantage of the delivery of food to start a rebellion, took a sailor hostage, and rushed to the deck. However, their physical condition is so poor that many people faint after running two steps. We quickly suppressed their rebellion and threw at least thirty people into the sea.

Then, we still have to throw at least one Chinese into the sea every day. By the time the ship finally arrived in San Francisco, there were less than 150 Chinese still alive. The others have already been fed to the sharks. We thought that the loss of so much cargo would make the cargo owners very angry, but the Central Pacific Railway Company actually praised us for doing a good job, because more Chinese died on the ships that arrived before and after than on our ships. I've heard that some sailors who have been on a ship a few times will even throw the Chinese into the sea for amusement and bet on how long he will survive in front of the sharks......

I would like to swear to God again that what I say is all the truth and the whole of what I know. I hated this barbaric and evil slave trade, which is why I took the initiative to reveal this secret to the newspapers. It is hoped that with the help of the reports of various newspapers, the society will pay attention to this issue and stop this evil business. Because, without such a sale, there is no killing ......"

"Excellent! Bond: Well done! In such a short period of time, he successfully rebelled against other people's personnel. Got a big news out! Good job! Now that almost all the influential newspapers are covering it, I really want to see what Stanford's face is like now. Thinking like this, Scrooge put down the newspaper in his hand and nodded with satisfaction.

"Scrooge, you just arrived in São Paulo, you won't be busy for more than ten hours a day, will you?" Dorothea walked over and asked.

"Yes, but, Dorothea, did you see the report?" Scrooge asked.

"I haven't seen it, what's wrong?" Dorothea asked.

"Then let's take a look." Scrooge handed the newspaper to Dorothea. Dorothea took the newspaper and read it carefully.

"Oh my God! How could they do such a terrible thing? This one is terrible, it's so unbelievable! Dorothea clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles whitening from the exertion, "Isn't there anything we can do?" ”

"How so. Evil things are bound to be defeated as long as they are exposed to the sun. After such a thing is poked out, they will at least restrain a little. So this report may have saved a lot of lives. Good journalism can help bring about justice. Well, I think if Sherman had been able to make a similar report when he was in the South, maybe it would have made him a lot more restrained. Scrooge looked like he couldn't go back to the past, "Dorothea, I want to use wireless telegraphy as the core to form a real journalistic team with a conscience and attitude." Contribute to the promotion of social justice. You also have to study hard and make progress every day, and this part will be handed over to you in the future. ”

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