1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 170 [Benito Juarez]

While waiting outside Oaxaca, the people around the horse post discussed for a while.

"Many Aboriginal people here seem to have forgotten their mother tongue and speak Spanish as fluently as white people."

"Language is just a facade, what really changes is faith - they're all Catholics already."

"...almost all the aborigines here have converted to Catholicism. Look at that man over there with a cross in his hand."

Changfa couldn't help saying: "It's really regrettable, they should become believers of the Spiritual Sect..."

Sebastian: "There is nothing to regret. It is difficult for a Protestant to become a Catholic, and it is also difficult for a Catholic to become a Protestant, but these believers can all become spiritualists. This is the difference between falsehood and truth. "

Ma Shao said: "Lingyujiao is not the truth, just like I am not a god. I have said this more than once."

The Apaches listened to almost everything he said, except this one.

Not long after, Captain Asolon came out from Oaxaca.

Although he hasn't said anything yet, the horse whistle already knows the answer-Governor Juarez agreed.

Because Benito Juárez walked out of Oaxaca himself.

Due to the distinctive personal characteristics, the horse sentry knew who Juarez was from a long distance away.

He knew from his previous life that Benito Juarez seemed to be the shortest head of state in human history, only about 1.4 meters tall, and could be described as a "dwarf".

Such a short height, coupled with Indian origin, can become the president of Mexico... This level of inspiration is simply epic.

At this time, Juarez was in his early forties, wearing a suit that looked like children's clothing, looking a little funny.

His skin was rough, probably because of his poor early life, but his eyes were bright and calm.

This short but bright-eyed dwarf came from a distance. Although the frequency of steps was fast, the speed was still slow.

Therefore, the soldiers and officials around him followed him as if taking a walk.

With a warm smile on his face, Juarez also greeted him with a horse whistle, and the two shook hands.

"Governor Juarez, I'm glad to meet you. I've heard of your name a long time ago." The horse whistle had to bend down to shake hands with the governor who was half a meter shorter than him.

"Haha, hello, Horse Whistle Chief from Apache. As a Native American, I have heard about you too." Juarez laughed.

He had to look up at the horse whistle all the time, and then he couldn't help but sigh: "My God, you are so tall!"

The two exchanged a few words, and Juarez extended his hand to invite: "Let's talk in the city."

The two entered the governor's mansion in Oaxaca. The mansion has prepared some wine. It can be seen that the governor is very enthusiastic.

"Try it, this is a good wine that I have treasured for many years." Juarez said.

Ma Shao doesn't like drinking, even the best wine, but he basically won't refuse to drink in small quantities.

Not to mention a figure like Juarez, a person with extremely high investment value and worthy of respect.

Horse Whistle knew the story of Juárez, the Zapotec dwarf who would become the first Native American president, as well as Mexico's national hero, one of the liberators of the Americas.

Therefore, there is no doubt that a project with high investment value and a person worthy of respect is an appropriate evaluation.

At the same time, Juarez's evaluation of him is roughly the same.

The two chatted for a long time.

Horse Whistle also met Juarez's wife, Margarita, a young and beautiful white woman.

It has to be said that the combination of this couple is amazing.

Juarez is an Indian, born in poverty, and his image is "not outstanding"-in fact, his appearance is not bad, but his height is too low.

The height of 1.4 meters is still rounded up.

Five entry.

In contrast, Margarita was born in the white upper class, and was about 20 years younger than Juarez, and was tall.

The couple stood together, looking like father and daughter from the front, and mother and son from the back...

The screen is unbearable to look directly at.

This is even more exaggerated than the comparison between Zhu Chongba and Ma girl. After all, Zhu Baye may not be very handsome, but at least he is a bright young man, and he is not a discriminated native.

Coincidentally, like Miss Ma, Margarita is also an adopted daughter, both named Ma.

There is no doubt that the combination with Margarita is an important step for Juarez to become a rising star in the political arena.

From the perspective of others, Juarez's soft food is simply superb and bloody.

It's hard to imagine how the couple came together, but their relationship seems to be going well.

"This is my wife, Margarita." Juarez introduced his wife to the horse post.

"Hello, ma'am." Ma Shao got up and greeted.

Juarez then said to his wife: "Honey, this is the Apache chief from the north, Horse Whistle, I think you remember him."

"Oh, of course, a great hero!" Margarita looked at the horse whistle in surprise.

"Excellent reputation, great reputation." Ma Shao was a little embarrassed.

"Absolutely not." Margarita said, "Benito and I know your experience. Even the enemy respects the 'Children of the Sky'. What could prove a hero better than this?"

"...Actually, we've always wanted to visit that city. The clean city that eliminated plague and discrimination is called 'Sleeping Bear City', right?" She thought for a while.

Horse Whistle nodded: "Yes, if you come, Apache will definitely welcome you. However, I also want to say that some rumors are too exaggerated. In my opinion, Sleeping Bear City still has a long way to go. "

Margarita finally said: "Chief Horse Whistle, I believe you and Benito have a lot in common."

"Obviously." Juarez laughed.

The conversation between Horse Whistle and Juarez basically involved everything.

As the communication continued, the constraints on both sides became less and less, and gradually they were able to express some true thoughts that would not be discussed with strangers.

About half an hour later, the horse whistle couldn't help being surprised by Juarez's aggressiveness.

He knew that Juárez was a progressive figure, but he didn't expect his views to be much more radical than most people of this era.

And Juárez's aggression was visceral, emotionally intense.

For example, during the conversation, he cursed various church institutions more than once.

"...All the property of the church should be confiscated, and those who pretend to be ghosts should also cancel all their privileges!" Juarez said.

"I think so too." Ma Shao liked this view.

"They don't do production, but they occupy a lot of wealth and a high social status. There is no doubt that they are the moths of society."

In fact, the horse whistle's ideas are more radical than Juarez's, much more radical, especially on religious issues.

But regardless of past and present lives, many of his thoughts are destined to be just thoughts.He has no means of destroying religion, neither physically nor spiritually.

Not only that, he even compromised with religion.

"Are you an atheist?" Juarez asked.

Ma Shao pondered: "Well... If someone says that I am an atheist, I generally will not admit it, but I will not refute it either. This is a misunderstanding that does not need to be explained."

"But if someone said I was a religious person, I would take it as a great insult or provocation."

"The so-called God, the Great Spirit, who knows, maybe there is a transcendent existence in the universe, but this has nothing to do with religion."

"Those clergymen in ridiculous costumes cannot be the spokespersons of God, but are just moths that eat our flesh and blood."

Juarez smiled: "That's right."

"Apache has shamans too, what do you do with them?" he asked.

"The shamans of the past basically don't exist anymore, and I put them in prison, or hell." Ma Shao said.

He added: "The current Apache shaman is just an identity, not a profession. Their only privilege is to stand up in disasters."

Juarez: "That's really satisfying! I've always wanted to do it and hope to do it one day."

Horse Whistle: "Juarez, if you want to know what the current Apache shaman looks like, you might as well ask Long Mao, one of my assistants."

"Oh?" Juarez didn't understand.

Horse Whistle continued: "After the Cherokee, the Apache also opened a newspaper."

After a pause, he continued: "I came to Oaxaca this time, hoping to establish a branch here. Changmao is the head of the branch, and he is also a new shaman."

"Oaxaca welcomes you very much!" Juarez said immediately.

"I'm fed up with those messy newspapers, which are smoky and annoying... I don't know if you have any experience in running a newspaper. If not, it's best not to learn from the newspapers on the market."

Horse Whistle smiled: "Don't worry, although Apache's newspaper office is just in its infancy, I can assure you that they are all true media warriors."

Juarez: "What kind of newspaper do you plan to run? Is it a party newspaper like that, or the 'penny newspaper' that has become popular in recent years?"

Ma Shao pondered: "If you have to choose between the two, you should be closer to the latter."

"Strictly speaking, though, Apache News Agency's newspaper is neither a penny paper nor a party paper, but more concerned with the economy."

Juarez: "Such newspapers are indeed rare, but in any case, they are better than the smoky party and government newspapers."

Ma Shao smiled: "In fact, compared with vague political topics, discussing economics is closer to real politics. I have always believed that economics determines politics, and even things like morality and religion. I collectively call these 'superstructures' '--Upper decision decided by the economic background."

"The economic base determines the superstructure..." Juarez was thoughtful, and was silent for a while.

"I heard you created scripts for Apache?" he asked then.

"Yes." Horse whistle nodded.

Juarez: "What is your text like?"

Horse Whistle: "A kind of text with the help of the English alphabet, which is simple and practical, and the pronunciation rules are similar to English."

"Will you publish the newspaper in your own language?" Juárez asked.

"Of course it is in Sleeping Bear City. But in Oaxaca, it is obviously meaningless to do so." Horse Whistle thought for a while, "So no surprises, our newspaper office has to hire some Mexicans. If you have candidates, you might as well Recommend it for me."

Juarez: "No problem, I'll help you find the best authors in Oaxaca."

The two gradually talked about the war between the United States and Mexico.

"Is the war over?" Horse sentry heard the news.

Juárez let out a long sigh: "Yes, Mexico lost, the president... no, the bastard Santa Anna has run away from the capital."

The Mexican-American War is over.

A butterfly in the tropical rainforest of the Amazon River Basin in South America, occasionally flapping its wings, can cause a tornado in Texas two weeks later...

For this time and space, tens of thousands of horse whistles have gathered, and the movement is obviously much larger than that of butterflies, and disturbances visible to the naked eye are inevitable.

Therefore, compared with the original historical trajectory, the end of the Mexican-American War came a little later, about five months later.

In the original history, in October 1847, with the end of the Battle of Mexico City, the war roughly ended, and Mexico began negotiations with the United States.

And now, the war ended in March of 48.

Of course, the end is only the frontal battlefield. Security warfare and guerrilla warfare are still going on all over Mexico. This situation will continue until the US military completely leaves.

"The American army entered the capital of Mexico. If the people, especially the young people, did not rise up to resist, this war in the capital would be an unimaginable shame."

"The rebellion organized by the people in the streets and lanes taught the arrogant Americans a lesson. They suffered heavy losses and killed thousands! The leader of the guerrillas, Manuel Chavez, was like a young lion. No American with his name is silent!"

"Nevertheless, Mexico has lost." Juárez, who is both Indian and Mexican, is deeply distressed by the country's failure. "It is foreseeable that we will cede a large area of ​​​​the country."

"Where is Chavez now?" Horse Whistle couldn't help asking.

"He was captured by the Americans, and he may be in a prison camp or prison now." Juarez sighed.

Hearing the whistle, he also sighed in his heart.He hoped that the Mexican people would be more upbeat, but after all, the guerrillas led by Chavez still did not make much noise.

"Santa Anna should be fully responsible for Mexico's failure today, this stupid and incompetent dictator!" Juarez said bitterly.

Ma Shao also knew about Santa Anna in his previous life, but he didn't know much about it. He only thought that this person's experience was a bit weird and funny.

In front of him, Chuan Baodu was like a thin-skinned glass heart.

As the governor of Oaxaca, Juarez obviously knows Santa Anna very well.

And there is no doubt that he is still a hard-core sunspot in Santa Anna.

"If he hadn't weakened the state army in order to centralize power, how could Mexico have lost so completely!" Juarez said.

(End of this chapter)