The Wolf of Los Angeles-Chapter 443: Prejudice Is Like a Mountain

Megan seriously suggested, "Hollywood has always been at the forefront. The Oscars ceremony is a great platform."

Recalling last year's intense clash outside the Kodak Theatre, Hawke agreed, "Exposure will be huge."

Curious, and also preparing for Channel 11's follow-up coverage, Megan asked, "Which marginalized group are you focusing on this time?"

Hawke replied simply, "Men who aren't men, women who aren't women."

Having grown up in America, Megan quickly understood, "You mean those who identify as queer?"

"Exactly." Since BlackRock's change of leadership and the helicopter crash at the Hudson River in New York, the forefront of this movement was no longer the Democrats but Hawke's camp.

He said, "I intend to advance the LGBTQ community."

Megan gave him a puzzled look.

Hawke explained, "The Democrats' main race track is now female voters. Although the rapid growth of the movement was briefly stalled by the Los Angeles Fires, they've gotten back on the fast track and will only accelerate in the future."

Megan found this a bit frightening, saying, "It hasn't come to that much yet, right?"

"Not quite," Hawke said; he was also preparing for Brian's next run for governor.

Having capital made him realize more and more that normal business profits were too hard to get. To grow fast, you had to really milk America's resources.

As an experienced media worker, Megan easily thought of one thing: "If so, society will be seriously divided."

Hawke replied, "No choice, I have to prioritize our interests."

America was developing fast. Without confronting internal divisions, how could it ever slow down?

What was that saying?

America, please slow down your pace, give the American people a moment...

...

After lunch, the two moved from the dining room to the living room and talked about the matter for a while longer.

As they talked, they ended up embracing.

Megan found an excuse, and the two separated to brush their teeth and freshen up in the bathrooms.

Taking the opportunity, she called Caroline.

Hawke came out of the bathroom, noticed the phone in Megan's hand, and asked, "Got something to do?"

Megan tossed the phone aside and strode over to Hawke. "I've got a surprise for you. It'll be here soon."

Hawke didn't know what she meant but stepped back under her advancing pace, sitting down on a single sofa.

...

Facing the living room door with Megan's back to the entrance, Hawke faintly heard the sounds of a door opening and closing, followed by the familiar heels hitting the floor.

The sound grew closer, approaching the doorway.

Hawke recognized the heels and tried to speak, grabbing the lowered head of Megan just as the living room door swung open.

With the unmistakable quick heel steps, a tall figure entered.

She had honey-blonde bangs, a small face with light makeup, and when she saw Hawke and Megan, she parted her lips slightly in surprise. Under her fiery red lips, a small, sharp tooth glinted.

She wore a pink Chanel dress with pencil legs clad in black thigh-high boots.

Hawke's number one sheep removed the wristband from her arm, tied her honey-blonde hair into a ponytail, strode over, grabbed Megan, and scolded, "You can't hog it all to yourself!"

Looking at Hawke, the small-faced sheep immediately brightened up and smiled, "Master Wolf..."

This was the story of the wolf and the sheep.

But in the middle was also a female anchor.

At some point, a sheep's bleating suddenly echoed.

"Baa--baa--"

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After leaving the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) office in Covina by car, the saint Steve Nutt kept watching both sides of the street.

Reporters followed behind while paparazzi on motorcycles chased alongside.

Although officially retired from MLB, Steve's fame hadn't faded, and he remained a hot figure nationwide.

He had become one of the contemporary leaders of the black civil rights movement, even though he was white, as was his wife.

But they had a black son!

As their Cadillac passed Dodger Stadium, Steve glanced that way, noticing a newly erected statue at the park's entrance.

It was a statue of Steve himself.

At the stadium entrance, many fans came and went wearing his retired Dodgers jersey.

Soon, the Cadillac entered Hollywood and drove into a courtyard, stopping at the office building entrance.

...

Steve got out and immediately saw Hawke's assistant Edward Connor.

They shook hands and exchanged greetings. Steve also noticed some oddly dressed people following Edward.

Edward introduced Michael and the Odd Trio.

Two of the last three were dressed in bizarre costumes, queer outfits expressing their gender fluidity.

Steve had been part of the black rights movement for over two years and had seen many types of groups within the black community. He knew these kinds of oddballs were somewhat common among blacks.

But he was still a little surprised upon entering the office building because queers were everywhere.

There were cross-dressing burly men in abundance.

These people looked haggard, mentally unstable, and some even shouted wildly, making the normally quiet office building chaotic.

Some seemed shy, hiding inside rooms upon seeing Steve.

Through multiple careful media portrayals by Hawke, Steve had been canonized by the public opinion.

He had even given up his professional sports career for the cause.

Over time, Steve had fully immersed himself in the movement.

Seeing the suffering of black people, feelings of sympathy came up like a reflex.

...

Before Edward could introduce the situation, Steve asked on his own, "What's going on with these people?"

The Compton Foundation was affiliated with the NAACP, so strictly speaking, Steve was entitled to ask.

Edward told the truth, "Most of them come from Compton. They've had cognitive disorders since childhood. You can see, some think they're women, while others think they're trees..."

Steve stopped and looked at a tall skinny black man wearing leafy clothes standing motionless in the hallway.

Edward half-joked, "They face discrimination not only from white people but also from black folks and others. Many are afraid of seeing people; some developed avoidant personalities because of being stigmatized."

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He pointed at a large cross-dressing man and said, "Not many can keep a cheerful attitude like him."

Steve was somewhat familiar with such circumstances and nodded, "Life is indeed hard for this segment of blacks."

Edward shrugged, "So I brought some with more serious psychological issues here temporarily. Living here is somewhat better for them."

Steve said, "This won't solve the problem fundamentally."

Edward smiled and shook his head, "Too hard. Prejudices are as solid as the Rockies."

Steve thought carefully for a moment but found no better solution and asked, "Doesn't Hawke have any ideas?"

Edward said, "I've told Hawke, and he asked me to contact you first."

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