The British and American judicial system can be summed up in one sentence: talking about people but not doing people's business.
A group of so-called upper-class people with aristocrats as the core sat together to discuss something. You can use your toes to figure out which group it serves. So, do you guess whose private property this "private property is sacred and inviolable" refers to?
Since the legal system of Southern Africa was born out of the United Kingdom, it naturally belongs to the common law system. There is no doubt about this.
"Maxwell, your farm should have had an income of at least five hundred rand last year. What's the matter with taking out 25 rand to pay taxes? When Sukai goes to collect taxes, I will go with him and I will bring mine."
Shotgun!" Boss Song was used to the lifestyle of southern Africans. If Maxwell dared to let go of the dog, Boss Song would dare to shoot.
"How could you do this? We elected you as the mayor, don't we hope that you will protect our interests?" Maxwell looked shocked. This is a person who can bend and stretch, and bow his head when he should.
"Yes, I want to protect the interests of all people in Yinshan Town, but when your opinions conflict with others, I have to protect the interests of the majority of people." Mr. Song deeply understands the essence of democracy, and he doesn't agree with anything he says.
Just use the big stick of democracy.
Maxwell finally shut up. Only Maxwell's family in Yinshan Town were white, and the others were Chinese. Even if Maxwell wanted to cause trouble, he could not do it alone.
The next day, Yinshan Town held a town meeting. Su Kai explained the new tax law at the meeting, hoping that the townspeople could understand the purpose of implementing the new tax law.
"The fundamental purpose of federal governments at all levels to increase farm taxes is to better provide services to farms - we all know that over the years, federal governments at all levels have used various methods to increase farm income, and we have also enjoyed the benefits of technology
Now is the time for us to repay the federal government for the various benefits brought about by progress - the news I got here is that after increasing taxes, the state government will set up a special agricultural science and technology department to guide us to better manage our farms.
"Kus, you should have a deep understanding of this -" Su Kai directly named Marcus. Marcus' surname was Ma. He didn't have a name originally. Everyone called him Ma Lao Er. This name was ambiguous, so Ma Lao Er gave himself a name.
The new name is Marcus.
Before coming to Southern Africa, Marcus had been working as a long-term laborer for the landlord, tending one or two acres of land and making ends meet. He had no experience in running a farm, let alone using agricultural machinery.
The climate is completely different from that of East Asia, so it is useless most of the time.
After the Marcus family came to southern Africa, they contracted one hundred acres of land from Nyasaland Agricultural Company. Under the expert guidance of Nyasaland Agricultural Company, they conducted modern scientific management of the farm and achieved very good results.
Last year, Marcus' farm income exceeded R500.
"Mr. Su, do the taxes we pay go to the state government or to the Lord?" Marcus also had questions.
"There is basically no difference. We all know that Nyasaland is the fiefdom of the Lord, so our Governor - strictly speaking, the Minister of the Territory of the Lord, in our words, is probably the Director-General of the Ministry of Internal Affairs -" Su
Kai used an inappropriate metaphor. In fact, it is more appropriate to use "state ministers" as a metaphor.
"That's no problem. Let alone ten rands, it should be one hundred rands!" Marcus' gratitude to Roque came from the bottom of his heart. Twenty percent of the tax was actually not much, strictly speaking.
Many people don’t have much idea about agricultural taxes. The “fifteen tax one” and “thirty tax one” mentioned in history books are just examples. Under normal circumstances, it is not surprising that it is 30% or even 50%. Yin Chi Mao Liang
What would have been just a joke in the future was commonplace in the early 20th century.
Marcus is from Rehe Province. Tang Yulin, the former chairman of Rehe Province, collected taxes in the 1930s until 1972. That was when the people were truly in dire straits.
"One hundred rand, that's crazy. Is anyone really willing to pay one hundred rand?" A questioning voice came from the corner of the venue. No need to look, it must be Maxwell.
"Haha, Maxwell, there is no doubt that during the World War, Marcus donated more than one hundred rand to the expeditionary force." Su Kai sighed quietly, some people always judge a gentleman with a villain's heart.
A person with a white belly does not necessarily have a white skin and a white conscience. Some people have a dark heart.
"I also donated money during the World War -" Maxwell did not dwell on this topic. During the World War, he only donated ten rand: "-it was a one-time thing after all. World wars will not happen every year.
Yes, taxes have to be paid every year.”
"Don't be so whiny, I will pay one hundred rand now, and I will pay one hundred rand every year from now on." Marcus paid taxes until 1972. This is just drizzle.
"Who knows if you're in cahoots with someone—" Maxwell had plenty of excuses.
"I'm going to beat you to death——" Marcus was extremely angry, and he would have to use his fists to deal with such a person.
"Lao Ma, don't be impulsive, don't be like him." Someone immediately calmed down the matter.
"Maxwell, shut up. If you don't say a few words, no one will think you are dumb -"
"Isn't it natural for you to grow the land and pay for the food?"
"Non-my family, its heart must be different--"
Maxwell's words have caused public outrage. It is fair to say that even if taxes are increased in southern Africa, the tax rates are actually not high.
"Shut up, Maxwell, if you dare to babble again, I will drive you out of Yinshan Town." Boss Song has a bad temper, and there is no need to be polite when dealing with people like Maxwell.
"You don't have this power." Maxwell's face was pale and his voice was almost inaudible.
"I have it! And it's the power given to me by the federal governments at all levels and all the residents of Yinshan Town." Mr. Song concluded that Southern Africa is no longer a Southern Africa where white people are superior.
The same scene has been happening all over Nyasaland in the past few days, but overall it has not caused much controversy and is within a controllable and acceptable range.
But outside Nyasaland, the impact of the new tax law has been less peaceful.
In Brandford, Orange, a group of Boer farmers riding horses, leading dogs and carrying shotguns, were confronting tax collectors sent by the Orange State government.
"We resolutely do not allow the implementation of the new tax law. This is a plunder against us Boers. We must not only protest, but also go to Pretoria to find out the MP named Douglas and question him for proposing such a
"What is the intention of the bill?" A middle-aged man wearing a curved hat and a big beard raised his arms and shouted, and every word he said was greeted with cheers from the surrounding Boer farmers.
Douglas was the member of Congress who proposed this bill. With the announcement of the new tax law, Douglas had become the public enemy of farmers in southern Africa. Even those farmers who most supported the federal government hated Congressman Douglas.
After all, the new tax law takes money directly from farmers' pockets, and farmers are damned if they don't have a problem with Douglas.
"Yes, we firmly protest!"
“Let our voices be heard by the adults in Pretoria!”
"Kill Douglas—"
The surrounding Boer farmers echoed the call. Compared with the Chinese farms, the farms run by the Boers still continued the previous management methods, and the farmers' lives were not well-off.
Under such circumstances, one can imagine the attitude of farmers when taxes on farms are increased.
"Gentlemen, calm down. Violence will not solve the problem. I can understand your mood, but I also ask you to understand the difficulties of the federal governments at all levels -" Tax Officer Brandt tried his best to dissuade him. The federal government is now waiting for someone to jump.
If Boer farmers come out to oppose the new tax law, they will most likely be killed by the federal government.
"Shut up, Brandt, you are an accomplice of the federal government——"
"Hetui - also an accomplice, it is more appropriate to describe it as a dog leg."
"Get away Brent, we don't want to see you-"
The farmers were excited and even more excited to see Brandt.
"Bobby, say something, do your duty-" Brandt hoped that Bobby would take the overall situation into consideration.
Bobby is the richest businessman in Brandford and the mayor of Brandford.
In Orange, there were fewer and fewer Boers qualified to serve as officials. In many places, the mayor of the town also served as tax collector and peace officer, and the same was true for Bobby.
"Brent, you have seen that this is the collective demand of our Boers. The federal government should respect the choice of our Boers -" Bobby was obviously not prepared to interfere, and his words also aroused cheers from the Boer farmers.
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"Bobby, the federal government is not targeting the Boers. It's the same in Cape, Transvaal, and Nyasaland. All farmers have to pay taxes." Brandt's voice became lower and lower, and he was talking.
Gradually fell into despair.
However, Brandt did not expect that his mention of Transvaal and Nyasaland not only failed to calm down the farmers, but actually made them more excited.
"The Transvaal are all traitors to the Boers——"
“Let Nyasaland die—”
"The Boers will never be slaves——"
Hey, it seems like something strange got mixed in——
Okay, not important.
Just when the Boer farmers were excited, a car slowly drove over in the distance.
The farmers immediately stood ready, and some secretly clenched their weapons.
The car stopped beside the Boers, and the person who got out was an old man with white hair.
"It's La Porte Sibek -" someone exclaimed in a low voice. La Porte Sibek was a member of Parliament from Orange and had high prestige among the Boers. Louis Botha had passed away and Jan Smuts
During his years away from England, Laporte Sibek was the spiritual pillar of the Boers.
"Sir, are you here to support us?" someone asked loudly, obviously expecting La Porte Sibek.
"Gentlemen, calm down, do you remember Freiburg?" Laporte Sibek's words directly shut up all the Boer farmers.
