"Matt! What exactly do you want? I hope you can give us an answer as soon as possible! " A black man stepped forward. He didn't want to be "discriminated against" anymore, and couldn't hold back his anger. "I'm going to kill this b * stard right now!"
"This b * stard is still useful!" Matt hurriedly stopped him. Black people had always done things cleanly.
They were definitely the kind of people who could fight and definitely weren't pushovers.
It wasn't their fault. After all, since their ancestors had been reduced to slaves, those noble white people had treated them like this. If they were dissatisfied, they would beat them up or cripple them.
Thus, there was this violence in their bones. They had been carrying it since they were in their mother's womb. They would fight if they wanted to and definitely wouldn't hesitate.
"Can we really squeeze a lot of money out of this guy?" another black man spoke up. He seemed to be the leader of this group.
"Of course, I won't lie to you," Matt said. "Kunta, I definitely won't lie to you. Trust me, as long as we control this guy, we can get a lot of money."
"Hundreds of millions of dollars?" Kunta still looked doubtful.
"Of course," Matt said. "I guarantee that with the support of this money, the Gant family's status among black people will definitely rise by several levels! Even Anthony, who plays in the NBA, will be willing to carry your shoes for you. "
Xu Yun and Lin Ge usually liked to watch basketball. When they heard them mention the "gangster" name, they couldn't help but laugh.
"Are you guys not doing as well as that guy who plays basketball?" Lin Ge said, "Come on, his main business is playing professional basketball, and his side job is being in the mafia. He's doing better than you guys. You still have the cheek to say that here? "
Kunta's expression changed when he heard Lin Ge's words. "You know Anthony?"
"Of course." Lin Ge said, "When he was in Denver, I thought he was pretty good at basketball. After he came to New York, he really got worse and worse. Could it be that he's so focused on the mafia that he doesn't have any desire to win?"
"Kunta, don't listen to his nonsense," Matt said. "There's no way he knows Anthony."
He was a star player in the American Professional Basketball Association. Although he was the least competitive and had the least achievements, he was the only one in high school who could compete with the Chosen One, LeBron. He was extremely talented.
"The Gant family … your ancestors were from West Africa, right?" Xu Yun, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.
Kunta was stunned. "How did you know?"
Xu Yun nodded and didn't explain anything. Anyway, they probably wouldn't be able to understand even if he explained.
A name was an important symbol of a person's identity. Therefore, every ethnic group gave it a very important connotation. Although most black people did not have much culture, the importance they attached to their names was something that many other races did not have.
There were even many black people who believed that names were an important part of their personality, or even a part of their soul! Nameless people will be destroyed in this life and the next!
As the saying goes, wounds can be treated, but misdeeds are difficult to cure.
For black people, a social group that recorded a person's history and identity in oral form, the choice of a newborn's name was more significant than a social group with a written history.
Even under slavery, black people worked hard to grasp their names and identify with their culture.
Black Africans attached great importance to names. They saw names as closely related to fate, honor and dignity. Names were seen as the foundation of a person. A solemn naming ceremony was held a few days after a newborn was born.
Xu Yun had seen a naming ceremony before.
During the ceremony, a can of water was poured onto the roof. The oldest woman put the baby under the water and let him cry. Gifts were given as he cried.
Then, a respected local elder would name the baby. Only a child with a name could become a member of the family. After the naming ceremony, people would worship their ancestors and bring the child to their grandfather's grave to be acknowledged.
The names of the Yoruba people of West Africa were often made up of multiple syllables, each of which represented a certain meaning. A name could be a phrase or even a sentence, and the children's names represented the hopes of their parents.
For Africans, a name was not just a symbol. It was the embodiment of a person's position in the family history and had a deep meaning.
Of course, the racial catastrophe of the past was terrible. Black people were sold to America and became slaves. They left their homes and looked around. They had no relatives, no property, and even their freedom was taken away. Their African cultural complex was cut off, and even their original names were difficult to keep.
Although there were differences in naming customs among black Africans, they all cherished their names. Therefore, no matter where they came from in Africa, the mental pain of losing their name was unbearable for ordinary people.
This was the mental pressure that black people could not bear when they fell from freedom to slavery.
White people realized that in order to make black people accept their status as slaves, they had to let them recognize their own identity. Renaming slaves was an important means to reflect the master's authority and make slaves recognize reality. Being able to name others was a manifestation of dominance.
In order to make black people forget their past and their former identity, white people first forced the slaves to give up their names and let their masters rename them. This was a sign that the black people's former self had died, and the new name represented a new identity.
For a group of black people who placed great importance on names, losing their names had undoubtedly caused them serious psychological trauma.
This caused him to suffer a great deal of mental pain.
For them, losing their names meant that their past cultural traditions were cut off, and they were forced to forget their place in the history of their family. They also lost their dignity as human beings.
Therefore, even under the pressure of slavery, black people had been trying to maintain their African cultural traditions. They continued and developed their African cultural complex in North America through naming.
The first generation of black slaves and their children were mostly named by their masters. Starting from the second generation of black people born in North America, although a few slave owners still insisted on naming the slaves' descendants, many people handed over the right to name the slaves' newborns to the children's parents.
On one hand, this was due to the increase in the number of black slaves, especially in large-scale plantations. The masters did not have much energy to name the newborns. On the other hand, it was the result of the slaves' own struggle, because they regarded naming their children as an important right.
White people did not allow black slaves to use their own names. The main purpose was to make them forget their past history.
Xu Yun had read a documentary novel. It said that a black man was kidnapped by white people while logging in West Africa and transported to Virginia. The master named him Toby, and when his companions called him by that name, he refused to accept it. He repeatedly told them his name, and told them that he was a descendant of the Ginter family!
He also passed on his family's history to his daughter in oral form. He repeatedly emphasized not only his name, but also his cultural identity.
Some of the black people who were trafficked to North America in the early days successfully kept their African names.
This Kunta in front of him cared so much about his family's name, which meant that he cared a lot about his family's name.
Maybe this guy really was the child of the master's descendant in the documentary novel that Xu Yun had read.
Xu Yun casually asked if he was West African, and he really was. It could all be said to be a coincidence.
"Kunta, ignore this guy. He's useless." Matt looked at Xu Yun and waved his hand. "Kill him!"
This guy was really ruthless. Lin Ge almost went up and killed him because of this sentence.
"Kill him?" Kunta was stunned for a moment. He pointed at Lin Ge and said, "This Hua Xia can be exchanged for hundreds of millions of dollars, and this Hua Xia is just going to be killed? Is he not worth a single cent? "
"Trust me, I know all too well that everyone around Carlos is a vampire, a parasite. They all rely on Carlos to survive!" Matt said. "That's why he's useless. Just kill him. Be straightforward!"
Kunta was a little confused, but he still chose to believe Matt. After all, the temptation of hundreds of millions of dollars was especially great.
Kunta gave his men a look. A black man behind Xu Yun took out a dagger and walked straight towards Xu Yun.
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