America 1982-Chapter 578 - 124: Shooting Oneself
At the Marshall Country Club in Los Angeles, Tommy carefully selected a golf club.
Wearing the same uniform as Tommy and with his hands on his hips, Al Gore lightly remarked while looking into the undulating greens ahead, "Do you know how the scandal of Clinton only visiting whites-only golf clubs when he was governor came to light?"
"It doesn’t matter, he’s already dealt with it, hasn’t he? He’s quite popular among those black folks now, who the hell cares if he absolutely wouldn’t be caught dead on the same golf course as black people in the past?" Tommy, having chosen a club, swung it twice in his hand as he spoke.
Al Gore looked at Tommy and laughed, "Because he’s stingy with tips. The guy always thinks that his ugly mug can take women to cloud nine."
"As far as I know, a lot of black chicks fantasize about getting it on with him. It is quite funny; although he refuses to play golf with black people, he doesn’t mind sharing a bed with them. The guy is a hypocritical white supremacist. A true white person should be like me—disciplined and able to withstand temptation," said Tommy, straightening up and glancing into the distance.
"The point is about tipping and being stingy, Tommy," Gore said.
"Thanks for reminding me so subtly that the tip I gave you was a bit small, so what do you expect me to compensate you with, this alloy club?" Tommy flashed a grin and shook the golf club he was holding in Al Gore’s direction.
This was his chosen supporter, a brother from the SSD fraternity he could trust, forty-one years old and in the prime of life. In fact, Gore was not in need of support—the guy was a hereditary United States senator, and the Gore family from Tennessee might not be as illustrious as the Kennedys, the Bushes, or the Roosevelts, but they were long-established heavyweights in Congress, far from nobodies.
His grandfather Allen Gore, after graduating from Cumberland University in Tennessee and becoming an SSD fraternity brother, turned into a practicing lawyer. During the Spanish-American War, he joined the Tennessee Volunteer Corps as a captain in the infantry and went to fight in Cuba. After the war ended, he served as a judge in Tennessee courts before being elected to the United States Congress as a representative, only to die of lung disease soon after he had become a senator.
His father, Albert Gore, now also referred to as Old Gore, graduated from Tennessee State University, an SSD fraternity brother, a former senator, a guest professor at Vanderbilt University, and a board director and vice president of the Western Petroleum Company.
When it comes to Old Gore, it’s important to mention an outside family head of the Gore family, even though Old Gore lost his father’s protection quite early. But he was fortunate to have a godfather named Cordell Hurl, who was also recognized by American politicians as the Gore family’s outside patriarch.
Cordell Hurl was a college fraternity brother of Old Gore’s father, Allen Gore. They both enlisted to fight in the Spanish-American War and returned to take prominent positions in Tennessee’s judicial world, one as a judge and the other as a lawyer, perfectly complementing each other.
Later, both entered Congress, unfortunately, Allen Gore died too soon. Before his death, he asked his close friend Cordell Hurl to take care of his offspring.
To better take care of his deceased friend’s family, Hurl married only at the age of forty-five and never had children of his own. He nurtured Old Gore as if he were his own son. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦
Hurl was the longest-serving Secretary of State in American history. President Roosevelt often publicly praised him as his most formidable ally. This was indeed true: during Hurl’s peak, he held so much influence that without his approval, the Democrats from the South wouldn’t cast their votes for Roosevelt from New York. He was so powerful that when American Jews raised funds and President Roosevelt and his wife stepped forward in an attempt to rescue about nine hundred Jews on the verge of being captured and slaughtered in German concentration camps, Hurl could single-handedly and brutally veto the plan.
In 1939, over nine hundred German Jews spent everything they had on tickets for a German ocean liner to reach the waters near America in the Atlantic. American Jews raised funds in preparation to solicit President Roosevelt and his wife’s support. Having received the fee for their appearance, all the Presidential couple needed to do was to board the liner. This would have enabled the liner to change course and sail into the United States, allowing those Jews to disembark, even if for a brief stay, which would have meant not only profit but also an added sheen of charity and humanitarian rescue to the couple’s reputation. They saw no reason not to proceed.
Unfortunately, this plan reached Hurl, a full-blooded Anglo-Saxon and staunch member of the Ku Klux Klan. He directly told the Presidential couple they could keep the appearance fee, but the liner was not to dock, nor could it enter American waters. Mrs. Roosevelt rebuked Hurl as heartless, sarcastically expressing relief that Hurl was not the President of America. When she prepared to insist on boarding with her husband, Hurl coldly stated that if Roosevelt went, he didn’t know who would be President in 1940, but he could assure that the President wouldn’t be named Franklin Roosevelt.
In the end, Roosevelt refused entry to the liner. The nine hundred-something wealthy Jews, who had paid a high price for their tickets, were left adrift in the Atlantic for who knows how long, merely a step away from the land of the free and the great America. Because of Hurl’s words, they were sent back to Germany, only to catch the mass slaughter of Jews and be sent directly to concentration camps for labor.
