Chapter 2386 Why?

Thomas became more and more excited as he spoke, stood up, and patted his chest to make an impassioned speech.

"I am a sinful slave owner myself, but I still want to say a few words of conscience. What the 'Sons of Liberty' have done is a pure insult to the word 'freedom'!"

"Can you imagine? A group of people shouting 'Give me freedom or give me death' all day long, while slavery is rampant on the same land!"

"As we all know, Mr. Adams, the leader of 'Sons of Liberty', and Mr. Jefferson, our beloved former principal and current chairman of the Alfheim Council, are also great slave owners. When they called for 'everyone is born free', Ever think of the niggers in chains and whips on their own estates?"

"Is it true that slaves were not raised by their fathers and mothers, and they are not worthy of being human beings, and not worthy of enjoying the 'freedom' they preach?"

"I'm ashamed of being a manor who exploited slaves. I plead guilty. I deserve to go to hell, but some so-called freedom fighters are more shameless than me!"

"At least I'm not so low as to become a whore and erect a memorial archway. I'm so hypocritical that I will be punished sooner or later!" Thomas sneered.

"You haven't spoken all morning, do you have something on your mind?" Rebecca looked at Joan with gentle eyes.

Joan raised her head to meet her gaze, and spoke after careful consideration.

"After listening to your discussion, I have a deeper understanding of the tea party incident, but there is a very inconspicuous detail in this incident. You don't seem to care much about it, but I can't let it go."

"What details?" Rebecca asked curiously.

"Why did the thugs who participated in the tea party dress up as Asa people?" Joan asked softly.

The living room fell into silence, and everyone was thinking about this question.

"Of course it's to disguise my true identity, so as not to be traced by the police and cause trouble." Allen took the lead in answering Joan's question.

"There are many ways to conceal your identity, such as using spells to disguise yourself, or wearing a mask. Compared with painting your face with oil paint, putting feathers on your head, and deliberately dressing up as an Asa, other methods of disguise are much simpler. , Why do the thugs insist on giving up the easy and asking for the difficult?"

"You probably think I'm digging into the horns and wasting time on trivial details, and I might as well tell you frankly that the party that suffered the loss of the mob drinking tea is not at fault, but the Asa people are purely lying. , is really innocent."

"Before the 'Sons of Liberty' acted, they did not ask the Asa people to authorize them to dress up as their compatriots. Even though none of the thugs who actually participated in the tea party actually had aboriginal blood, they still dressed up as aboriginal people without authorization. .”

"It's like your neighbor pretending to be you without your permission and ran to rob a bank. How would you feel?"

"Excuse me, why?"

Joan glanced over the people with different expressions in the living room, asking and answering.

"So far, I haven't seen any public reports or private discussions about this detail. It seems that everyone tacitly agrees that this detail is not worth discussing."

"Whether it's the party that boycotts tea or the party that dumps tea, which party can represent the aborigines?"

"This violent incident is essentially a dispute over the interests of the colonists and the suzerain country. Has anyone considered the interests of the aborigines? Did they only think that the identities of the aborigines could be used when they were disguising their identities before the violence? , like a piece of toilet paper?"

Joan took a deep breath, expressing her indignation and worry in as calm a tone as possible.

"If I were an Asa and watched this farce, I would first feel angry because I was not respected, and then I would have a strong sense of crisis."

"When people generally don't take you seriously, offend you without paying any price, the day is not far from when they will destroy you."

Rebecca nodded thoughtfully, seeming to accept Joan's point of view, but did not discuss this topic further.

After having lunch at the White House Manor, Rebecca invited Joan to take a walk alone with her.

The two walked arm in arm and chatted under the shade of the trees. The topics mainly revolved around Sir Custis and the living customs in the north, and deliberately avoided talking about current affairs.

Rebecca is about to go north to visit her relatives. If there is no accident, at least she will stay in Midgard to accompany her father for the next whole year.

Joan felt that under such circumstances, Rebecca should indeed be more concerned about the situation in Midgard. As for the chaos in Leiden City, she didn't have to worry about it.

However, it turns out that he misunderstood Rebecca's mind.

On the way back to the living room from the garden, Rebecca stopped suddenly and bowed solemnly to Joan to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Joan, I promised you that I would stop caring about politics, but unfortunately I couldn't."

Joan froze for a moment, then quickly held her hand, trying her best to comfort her.

"We are neither street activists nor professional politicians in the government or parliament, we just sit in the living room and gossip about the conflicts in the city, and treat these things as after-dinner conversation, why should you be so serious, as if you did something wrong what."

"If you take a step back, even if you really want to get into politics, there's nothing wrong with being part of a party."

"Politics is an integral part of human social activities. If you are interested in politics, it is like I am interested in scientific research. There is no distinction between high and low interests. Do what you think is right and say what you think makes sense. Sorry for that."

Pausing to think for a while, Joan finally added: "I support you in engaging in the activities you are interested in, but there is a premise that your thoughts and your actions must be logically consistent. You can't impose what you don't want on others. Simple In other words, it’s impossible to…”

"No double standards!" Rebecca rushed to answer,

Joan nodded.

No matter in life, in learning, or in scientific research, right is right and wrong is wrong. "No double standards" and no sophistry, this is his bottom line.

Based on this bottom line, the quality that Qiao An values ​​most when interacting with people is "sincerity".

It doesn't matter if you have different political opinions, but you have to match your words with your deeds. You must never say one thing and actually do another.

He said all the good things on the surface, but he did all the bad things behind the scenes--this kind of "hypocrite" behavior is what Qiao An despises the most in his life!

Rebecca let out a long sigh of relief, a smile finally bloomed on her face that had been shrouded in gloom all day.

"Thank you for your understanding, Joan, I feel much more at ease now."

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Historical Materials: The Tea Party ("A Brief History of the American Revolutionary War" [British] Stephen Conway)

Although the Tea Act lowered the price of tea in the colonies and introduced no new taxes, it gave those who had been worried about Townsend's tariff an opportunity to mobilize their countrymen into a new movement of resistance.

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The reason is that, like the Stamp Act before it, the Tea Act created a powerful set of losers: merchants who were originally in the tea trade but were not chosen as appointed agents, and Dutch smugglers who smuggled Merchants who made huge profits in tea but now had no commercial advantage under the onslaught of cheap British tea.

The reason is that tea (from Wuyi tea in China) is a product that is easily associated with Asian despotism, luxury and all the evils that people think it can bring, including: parasitism, selfishness, weakness and Lack of responsibility to defend their own community.

Enemies of the Tea Act portrayed it as a "diabolical plan" to enslave America, and encouraged the colonists to believe that it was their duty to resist the temptation of cheap tea in order to uphold their morals and preserve their country's freedom where.

The campaign against the Tea Landings was widespread, but the one most commemorated occurred at Boston in December 1773.

Large quantities of tea were dumped into the sea by Bostonians who dressed themselves up as Indian warriors. They were dressed in this way, perhaps, to emphasize the immaculate character of the "noble savages" possessed by the colonists.