Ernst said, "Very good. Handle this personally. First, settle things with the Haitians, then help them establish contact with the Americans. This benefits all three sides, but do not expose our identity. It would be best if the contact were French."
Thomas understood at once. "Rest assured, Your Highness! It will be through French slave traders, with nothing to do with East Africa. After all, everyone knows Haiti used to be a French colony."
The white Americans of the present could never have imagined that something like "Black lives matter" would emerge in his previous life. After all, slaves rising up to become masters was simply unimaginable to white Americans of this era.
If those Southern plantation owners knew what their descendants would suffer in the future, they would absolutely rather fight the war to the bitter end. As long as I do not carry out social reforms, the niggers will never be able to turn things around.
History had always been so interesting. The Mamluks who had once ruled Egypt, for instance, had also been slaves imported into Egypt. Later, they became Egypt's masters, and now the entire country bore the Mamluks' brand. If not for Ali, an Albanian who had descended from the sky, Egypt would still be ruled by the Mamluks.
Rome's fall had been the same. It had been replaced by the Germanic barbarians of old, who still strutted about under Rome's banner every day, swindling and deceiving.
Ernst was not looking down on niggers. At the very least, American niggers and Jews were the two groups best at putting on an act. Both sought privileges under the banner of racial discrimination while trying to morally blackmail the entire world, as though everyone under heaven owed them something.
Every nigger left on the African continent was