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1932, New Orleans
It was a late night for Earl Long he had just come from a campaign fundraiser for his brother. The two bodyguards left by Huey were a good distance away.
Earl walked with his head down, his mind flowing with thoughts of the future. Earl would not notice when he was confronted by two men in butternut uniforms.
“Excuse me sir, but are you a southerner?” Asked one of the men. “Good sir, I'm as southern as they come.” Replied Earl. “Well, the South needs men like you. If you have any sense of southern pride you’ll come to our rally.” Said one of the stalwarts.
Earl was given a piece of paper with an image of the flag of the army of northern Virginia inverted. Below the image was a date and an address.
Earl rubbed the back of his head, was this one of those Old Democrat-type events? Earl gave a light sigh, he would have to tell his brother the Klan was back in Louisiana.
Earl turned to the two men. “A rally for what exactly?” The men looked shocked. “The Freedom Party's New Orleans rally. Our candidate for Senator of Louisiana is camping there.” Replied one of the stalwarts. Earl wondered why he never heard of this. “Well tell your candidate o’l Huey Long sends his regards,” said Earl as he crumbled up the advertisement and tossed it in the Stalwart's face.
Earl attempted to march passed the two men. But one of them grabbed his arm.
The look on the two men's faces was red with anger.
“Wait just a minute. I recognize you. You are the brother of that, crypto-syndicalist Governor. You're a filthy syndicalist!” yelled one of the men.
The men then pulled out batons. The first man hit Earl directly in the chest causing him to fall to his knees.
Before the two men could continue their attack, Earls bodyguards came running down the street with their guns. A gunshot was fired in the air, as the Stalwarts stepped away from Earl.
An overzealous guard ran up and grabbed the stalwart on the shoulder then punched him in the face knocking him down. The other stalwart swung at the man, though was unable to land a hit the man then punched the stalwart in the gut. The two stalwarts stood up and then began to run away.
Earl laughed at the sight of the two stalwarts running in fear. He turned to the men in uniform, his mood souring again. "Well what took you too so long? asked Earl. "Sorry sir, we just-" Earl cut the bodyguard short. "It does not matter, you boys saved my life, I should show more gratitude. Anyway, let's get out of here, I want Minutemen covering this city by morning."