The East Room was the largest room in the White House, large enough to accommodate three hundred guests. It was mainly used for grand receptions, balls, and various commemorative ceremonies. It had witnessed many major events in the history of the United States. The bodies of seven presidents had lain in state there, and the weddings of several presidents' daughters had been held there as well. Roosevelt had watched Japanese sumo wrestling there, while Kennedy had enjoyed beautiful performances. It could be said to embody the nation's turbulent history.
Sean pushed the professor's wheelchair. The presentation on the Mutant Registration Act had already concluded. As the initiator of this proposal, Vice President Underwood had established a fairly good cooperative relationship with the Mutant Academy. This seasoned and capable politician knew how to demonstrate his sincerity.
For the government, pushing through the Mutant Registration Act, granting Mutants a certain degree of fair treatment, and reversing people's long-standing discriminatory views were not actually difficult—merely somewhat troublesome. They only had to use the same methods they had once used on Black people, with virtually no difference.
"What should we do next?" the professor asked softly, exhaustion filling his features.
As the leader of one of the two major Mutant factions, his decision to step forward first and endorse the Registration Act had undoubtedly drawn a great deal of attention. If the government directly promulgated the law, it would certainly provoke enormous public backlash and resistance. But when Mutants themselves proposed it, the effect was entirely different.
"I'll continue building momentum for Mutants, emphasizing the unfair treatment you've suffered over the years and that dark history of oppression. First, we need to make some people sympathize with you. Humans love dividing into factions—let them argue among themselves. Moderates, radicals, racists, Mutant protection associations... before