Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred Forty-Four
6th September 1957
Lào Cai Provence, Vietnam
There was a joke about villages in the back country of Bavaria or Bohemia where the Mayor, Town Council, Magistrate and Chief Constable all have the same surname. Oberfähnrich Fischer, secretly known as Prince Friedrich of Prussia, saw that play out at every village along the Red River that General Kopp stopped at as they worked to keep the locals on side.
The German Pioneer Corps, in partnership with the Government and Riverine Navy of Vietnam were working on improving the year-round navigation on the Red River. It was a small part in the effort that the Vietnamese had started to modernize the country, improving the health and education of its people in the process.
So far, that meant Freddy drank tea until he felt like his kidneys were about to burst and he got to listen as the General talked to the locals at length over every single concern that they had over the project, no matter how minor. General Kopp had told Freddy that it often wasn’t about the often staggeringly long list of grievances that the villagers had. Instead it was about how the construction projects had often disrupted life in villages and the people who lived there just wanted someone in an official capacity to listen to them.
This was just one project of many, General Kopp had spent most of the last decade in Vietnam and had gotten to know it extremely well. At the same the same time, the General had made sure that Freddy understood the exact limits of their outsider status here. “We will always be Tây to them” He had said, “It is incumbent upon us that term doesn’t become any more of a pejorative when used in conjunction with Pioneer Corps.” Freddy could understand that. Still, he had found himself with an inordinate amount of power even as an Oberfähnrich in Vietnam and had realized that there would be a serious problem if anyone came who let that get to their head. Here, everyone knew that the Germans who had ventured around the world were the most skilled in their respective trades anywhere. Freddy had also heard how the rocket launches in Cam Ranh were viewed with awe by the people who lived throughout Vietnam.
As one of the handful of people in South-East Asia who knew the truth about who Freddy was, General Kopp had also made it clear to Freddy what his job in Vietnam was. He was to do what he was told, keep his mouth shut and ears open. If malaria or the weather didn’t kill him then he would learn a great deal in this country and that would ultimately be for the good of the whole of the German Empire. So, Freddy got to accompany the General, playing the role of the good subordinate as they took a motor launch up and down the river. He was however starting to wonder if it ever stopped raining.
Buenos Aires, Argentina
There were few things that Moses found less tasteful than the likes of Lee Johnson. Small minded, willfully ignorant and constantly overcompensating by responding with anger and attitude any time he felt like he was being challenged, even when he wasn’t. In short, Lee was the sort of Black man who bigots back in the United States loved to point to when they were trying to justify their hateful attitude towards all Blacks. According to a knowledgeable source that Moses had, Lee had been thrown off a cargo ship and had lacked the means to go elsewhere.
The trouble was that the small American Negro expat community in Buenos Aires was composed largely of those who had the wherewithal to leave the United States. That meant that they were professionals, educated and here in Argentina they enjoyed a mostly a middle-class lifestyle. All those were things that set Lee off because he thought that they felt they were better than him and as much as Moses hated to even think it, the man was little more than a parasite. The issue was that the community was turning to Moses to solve the problem. He had tried to tell the two men who had approached him, one of whom was a Baptist Minister, that Lee was a self-correcting problem. It had turned out that they had thought of that before Moses had and did not want themselves or anybody they knew to be around when that happened.
The trouble for Moses was that for all the talk on his radio show about how he was Moses leading the people to the promised land of musical enlightenment, he knew full well that the Argentinian Government could care less about him because in their minds he was a radio DJ who played music that was popular with University students and was just a disembodied voice on the radio. That might change in a hurry if he started to be seen as an actual leader. He had extremely good reasons to avoid that sort of official attention. Still, he felt he had to do something.
It was something that he pondered for a few days until Moses realized that he had to handle this situation differently. He was extremely well paid for his radio show. The result was that it became a simple matter of paying someone to knock Lee over the head and drag him onto a boat that would take him across the River Plate to Uruguay. Later he heard about how Lee had threatened the crew of boat that he had friends and would get even with whoever had done this to him. Lee claimed knew Martin King himself. Moses didn’t laugh at that, but Lee would never know the profound irony of what he had said.