"This is not the place to talk, please come with me."

Mr. Tom made a gesture of invitation, and led more than a dozen feminist fighters to the carriage that had been waiting at the gate of the train station for a long time.

Tom boarded one of the carriages with three feminist executives.

Tom was very enthusiastic about getting close to three middle-aged women who were nearly half a hundred years old in the carriage, but halfway through the conversation, the three women couldn't help but ask Tom what the method in the letter could completely change the status of women in America.

"Mr. Smith, we are very grateful for your generous donation to the American Association for Equal Rights, can you tell us about the plan you mentioned in your letter?"

"Don't call me Mr. Smith, just call me Tom."

The three women were actually mentally prepared for the young rich man to give some unrealistic and simply impossible methods.

In fact, the three of them had discussed this issue before and on the way here, and they did not think that Tom, a young capitalist, could know how to improve the status of women in the United States.

The trio came to thank Tom for his generosity of tens of thousands of dollars and the hope of getting more donations this time.

"Well, you don't know, when I was in New York, my brother-in-law and I were staunch equalizers."

"But because of the filthy place of machismo in New York and the busy business of my own factory, it has been difficult to get out."

"My brother-in-law and I are egalitarian fighters who want to make America and all mankind equal all the time!"

"It's a pity ......"

As he spoke, Tom shed a few tears.

The three women next to him seemed to suddenly think of something, and said in unison:

"Is it difficult? The New York bombing was the work of sexist and racist? ”

After hearing the phrase of the New York bombing, Tom couldn't hold back anymore and instantly cried into a tearful man.

Looking at Tom's performance, the three middle-aged women instantly thought that they understood a lot of things, as if they had "understood" the "truth" of the bombing!

"It must be sexist and machismo, and my brother-in-law and I received death threats before the bombing."

"Those hateful lunatics threatened our family and demanded that we fire our female and black employees, and that those employees be displaced and their families destroyed!"

"Actually, I was a little scared at the time, and I was going to compromise."

Tom slowly adjusted his state and sobbed to finish the above words.

At this moment, Tom instantly stopped his tears and looked at the three middle-aged women with a resolute face.

"But my brother-in-law, he insisted on confronting all unequal systems."

"My brother-in-law said that he has a dream, which is to let all human beings in the world live freely, regardless of whether they are high or low."

"He inspires me to fight to the death against all the unequal systems in the world!"

"That's why I call you comrades."

Three women who have been struggling on the front line of equal rights in the United States for many years were instantly moved by Tom's words, and the weakness of the hearts of the three women.

Racists and sexists have never been fake lobbyists who just talk but don't practice, especially in the United States in this era, these people are crazy people armed with firearms, and it is not an exaggeration to do crazy things.

The three middle-aged women also had many like-minded comrades who died because of these madmen.

Tom saw that the heat was almost over, and lowered his tone again, and his tone became sad.

"My brother-in-law insisted on recruiting female employees and people of color, and he also increased his security forces to fight to the death against all the racists and sexists who threatened us!"

"These abominable miscellaneous pieces, they actually secretly put explosives in our factory."

"I still remember that day, my brother-in-law hugged his two daughters affectionately before leaving home, and I still remember those doting eyes."

"Have pity on my two nieces who are not yet three years old."

The three women "understood" the "truth" at once, and the three of them had not yet figured out how to comfort Tom.

Tom was already in a good state of mind.

In the eyes of three women who have been working on the front line of equal rights work for many years and have seen countless people, Tom's eyes are full of firmness that ordinary people cannot match.

"I am determined that I will carry on my brother-in-law's legacy and spread freedom, equality, and fraternity to the land of the American continent and the world!"

"I didn't have the impulse to confront the backward and ignorant people, I took my life and fled with my few remaining families to Texas, an area where there were no Yankees."

"When I was in New York, everybody said that the Dixie area, and Texas in particular, was the place where sexism and racism were the worst."

"I chose to flee here to better understand sexists and machismo, and to learn from the experience."

"You can only beat your opponent if you know your opponent."

"Know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles!"

When the three women heard the phrase "know yourself and know your opponent, you will not be defeated in a hundred battles", they shivered together, like a fishing boat lost in a storm and saw a lighthouse in the distance.

In an instant, many of the questions that had been perennially confusing in the minds of the three women were explained by this sentence.

Yes, although the three women have been working for equality on the front line for many years, they have never been to Dixie before, and they just blindly think that Dixie is a bunch of backward racists.

But if you don't understand each other, how can you defeat your opponent.

"When I came to Texas, I investigated and discovered an amazing secret."

"The Dixie region of the United States of America had a population of less than 10 million after the war."

"There are only about two million blacks, but there are about eight million whites."

"Then the problem is, two or three million black people, even if they all become black slaves, it is not enough for eight million people."

"Have you ever wondered if the southern part of the United States, the Dixie region, was really all slave owners?"

Tom first gave the three women time to take a psychological break, then raised his hand to look out the carriage window, where the hard-working Dixie Red Neck.

"Look."

"Is it a black man working outside the window?"

How could the American red neck be black, the three women only then realized that the farmland outside the window was all white people working, and there was no black work at all.

"No, Tom, the three of us have seen a lot of unclothed blacks on the farm, working under the watchful eye of the farmer's whip."

"Uh-huh."

"Huh."

Tom chuckled softly, but the three women didn't feel Tom's contempt in the laughter.

"That's not true."