Jérôme Bonaparte, who kidnapped the person in charge of the petition and broke out of the encirclement, was quickly supported by vigilantes and regular police outside the encirclement. They held blunt weapons and smoothbore pistols and blocked Jérôme Bonaparte's attack.
before.
After seeing the person in charge being kidnapped, the workers who were afraid of the danger did not dare to come forward, for fear that Jérôme Bonaparte would shoot the respected gentleman to death.
"Let Mr. McGrady go! You son of a bitch!"
The radical workers shouted for Jérôme to let go, but Jérôme turned a deaf ear. He looked curiously at the person in charge of the "turmoil" who wore glasses and looked like a good gentleman and asked: "Are you McGrath?"
?The person in charge of this strike?”
[McGrath: Member of the Executive Committee of the Chartist Association]
The person in charge of the Chartist "petition" named McGrath still maintained his grace even though he was "under heavy siege". Jérôme Bonaparte said in a passionate voice: "Sir, the purpose of our strike is only to fight for
Just fight for the rights you deserve! Is it wrong for us to pursue our own rights? Is it wrong for us to pursue our own happiness? We work 15 or 16 hours a day, aren’t we working hard enough?”
McGrath's speech silenced Jerome Bonaparte. Deep in his heart, he longed to stand with McGrath and even the workers of the world.
Because he has thrived under the red flag since he was a child, but from the bottom of his head, he can never get too close to them.
The power of workers was too weak in the 19th century. In this era when the aristocracy and the emerging bourgeoisie jointly ruled, the proletariat was deprived of the right to speak.
Jerome knew that even if he stood with the workers, the final result would be just one more exile, or he would be shot dead in an uprising.
Compared with Jérôme Bonaparte's "elite", the Fat Sheriff has obviously completely transformed into a complete bourgeois executioner.
Seeing that the workers were afraid to step forward, the fat police chief once again changed his timid and cautious attitude. He stood up in front of McGrath and spat arrogantly, saying: "You are just a bunch of rubbish.
Pigs! The purpose of your existence is..."
Before the fat Sheriff could finish humiliating McGrath, Jérôme Bonaparte, whose face was full of irritation, forcefully interrupted the Fat Sheriff: "Shut up, Mr. Idiot!"
The voice of the fat police chief stopped suddenly. With a hint of anger on his face, he pointed at Jérôme Bonaparte and shouted: "You are the vigilante in that area and you yelled at me. Do you know?"
Can I let you in too?"
The fat Sheriff's arrogant words made the already irritable Jérôme Bonaparte even more irritable. He took out his gun, pointed it at the Fat Sheriff's feet, and pulled the trigger. He only heard a "bang" sound, and the revolver was fired.
White smoke appeared at the muzzle of the gun, and the smoke was filled with the choking smell of gunpowder. A small hole also appeared under the fat Sheriff's feet.
The sudden change made the fat police chief unable to react before it was over. The fat police chief, whose voice trembled due to fright, pointed at Jerome Bonaparte: "You guy!"
"Idiot! I told you to be quiet!" Jérôme Bonaparte didn't show any mercy to the idiot in front of him. The workers' anger was getting bigger and bigger. If he continued to tease them, they might just attack him directly.
Come up, Jérôme doesn't want to accompany the idiot police chief to die.
The conflict between Jérôme and the fat police chief gradually eased the tense atmosphere. The workers looked at the police officers who were engaged in internal fighting in confusion.
Several official members of the police force also showed gloating smiles. A stupid boss is everyone's nightmare.
"Mr. McGrath!" Jérôme Bonaparte ignored the fat police chief's murderous look and turned to the "prisoner" in a consultative tone: "Can you let those worker brothers go back first?"
brother
McGrath has not heard the word "brother" for a long time. Most decent people only regard workers as the lowest class of untouchables.
McGrath looked at Jerome Bonaparte curiously and said: "Sir, please allow me to refuse! Even if you kill me today, they will not leave! Only if the government agrees to our conditions!"
Jerome Bonaparte shrugged and said: "Mr. McGrath, believe me! The United Kingdom government will never agree to your conditions. They will only regard you as thugs and arrest you all!"
"We resist! We strike! We let them see our determination!" McGrath said with high spirits.
"It's useless! Strikes can't solve the problem! Capital can be transformed into tools, and for factory owners, tools can be replaced when they are useless!" Jérôme Bonaparte pointed to the workers standing opposite them and said: "Factory owners
Can they accept the loss of short-term gains?"
British workers work very hard every day, and indeed they can only maintain a level that allows a family of three to avoid starving to death.
They can only fight on the premise of maintaining food and clothing. People who are about to starve to death are not qualified to fight!
"If I were them, I would ask all the factory owners in London to unite and blacklist all those who disobey discipline! At that time, what are you going to do?" Jérôme Bonaparte continued to ask.
One sentence.
"I..." McGrath was speechless. Being able to organize a strike, he had not considered such issues at all.
"You organized the strike with all your heart, but you couldn't end it! If the workers lose their jobs because of the strike, what is the difference between you and the government of the United Kingdom!" Jérôme Bonaparte continued to output to McGrath.
"We want to overthrow the bourgeoisie and seize our own rights!" McGrath said in a somewhat inadequate tone.
"What do you rely on to overthrow? What do you have? What is your foundation? Who do you want to unite with?" Jerome asked a series of questions.
McGrath was even more speechless. He suddenly felt that the guy in front of him seemed to know more about the revolution than he did.
…
"Reinforcements are coming!"
The police officer sent by Chief Fatty to seek reinforcements came back panting and shouting. Behind him were more than 200 troops composed of vigilantes and policemen.
"It seems you can't run away!" Jerome Bonaparte spread his hands and said to McGrath.
The reinforcements of vigilantes and police forces worked together to arrest all the workers and imprison them.
McGrath, an advocate, was also arrested and imprisoned.
Surprisingly, Jerome Bonaparte, who was originally the "police savior", was also arrested.