Life of Being a Crown Prince in France

Chapter 1203: Chapter 1108: Secret Resistance

Beside St. James’s Park, Thomas Evans glared with bloodshot eyes, shouting hoarsely at the core personnel of the London Communications Agency around him, “Don’t run!

“Think of your hungry children, think of the family members suffering and dying because they can’t afford medical care.

“We can’t submit to these executioners, block them with me.

“For our future, for freedom and human rights, don’t run!”

Immediately, a dozen ragged workers gathered around him.

Most of these people had lost their families or their jobs, so they were full of courage.

Evans directed the workers to use the protest banners as spears pointed forward, while those in the back picked up stones and hurled them at the cavalry.

The charging Volunteer Cavalry suddenly came to a halt, having to bypass the group of people.

The surrounding protest crowd was encouraged, flocking towards Evans’ side, quickly gathering two or three hundred people.

On the street to the west, a British Army cavalry captain put down his binoculars, folded his pipe, and signaled to his deputy next to him, “I knew those amateur guys couldn’t be relied on, we have to do it ourselves.”

Over ten minutes later, a cavalry squadron from the 15th Cavalry Scout Regiment of the British Army dispersed Evans and his people in a wedge formation, instantly cutting down thirty to forty people.

“This is murder…”

A horse saber easily pierced through Evans’ neck, cutting his shout short.

The screams of the surrounding crowd grew louder, as thousands surged out from two nearby streets like a flood, with nearly a third falling to the ground and soon being trampled into pulp.

In a café a block away, McLaren looked with a pale face at the purgatory-like terrifying scene outside until the café owner instructed the staff to close all doors and windows and barricade them with tables and chairs. Only then did he finally seem like a drowning man surfacing for air, taking a deep breath.

He slowly turned his head, speaking with difficulty to Porte Yer beside him, “They really are massacring…”

“It’s okay,” the latter gently consoled him, “it’s okay. Your people have already withdrawn.”

“These devils!” The Irishman’s nails almost dug into the table, “Jesus will surely bring divine retribution upon them!”

If he knew that decades later, a British Queen named Victoria would send millions of Irish to heaven, he’d probably think those cavalry were as gentle and kind as angels just now.

Porte Yer nodded, “We must avoid direct confrontation with the devil. We must first continuously weaken them and patiently wait for the right opportunity to arise.”

McLaren’s expression turned solemn, “You are right.

“Regarding the wheat issue, I will fully support you. Oh, I will return to Ireland immediately; this will be my first sword against the devil!”

Previously, the United Irishmen Association did not approve of Joseph’s plan to raise grain prices, as it would consume a lot of their funds.

But this time, most of the officials from the Association who did not listen to France’s words died under the British cavalry’s blades, and even those who didn’t die would mostly be arrested, so the opposing voices within the Association would be much smaller now.

Plus, the British Government made a very bloody demonstration, making the Irish understand the brutality of the struggle and dispelling thoughts of a quick win.

Hmm, historically they would rise up against the British more than a year later, only to be crushed without suspense.

But now with Joseph’s command, they would no longer die in vain.

The next day’s front page of The Times reported under the headline, “Severe riots in multiple places such as London and Manchester quickly quelled, a large number of rioters arrested.”

Of course, the content fabricated how the “rioters” looted and destroyed everywhere, while the government dispatched the Volunteer Cavalry to maintain city order and the like.

And in an inconspicuous corner of the newspaper, there was also a newsline about a “stock broker committing suicide in fear of exposure due to insider trading.”

The article narrated the events of the Montes family hanging themselves and another accomplice, Grabby, jumping into the Thames River.

For a while, no British dared to take to the streets again.

And the British Government promptly announced a significant increase in sugar subsidies.

Days later, the British Parliament overwhelmingly passed the law banning gatherings of more than 50 people.

Protests did not reappear, but the real resistance was quietly unfolding in secret places in London and Manchester.

At the front of a small alley in the city, a young man holding the English version of “The Meaning of Freedom and Human Rights” spoke in a low voice about its content to more than ten others beside him.

In a country tavern with its doors tightly closed, a banner reading “Liberty, Equality, Fraternity” hung above the counter. Someone was passionately speaking to the people in front: “The despotic government is strangling our freedom and right to survive, they proved it with butchery in front of St. James’s Palace.

We must unite and strive for the establishment of a fair and just electoral and tax system and fight for the spirit of the Great Charter to truly be implemented!”

By the banks of the Thames River, several teenagers in their teens watched passersby warily, occasionally stepping forward to hand leaflets to them.

A salon was being held in a villa in London Holborn District. The topic of these nobles and capitalists soon turned to investment and trade.

An Irish merchant stood up, snorted coldly, and said, “Right now, we should invest all the money in France, Milan, and the United States, all better than here.

At least no one would send assassins into your home when you’re about to profit from stock investment.”

The middle-aged man beside him immediately nodded:”

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One more thing, please refresh after 15 minutes. Very sorry.

The first part of this book is entirely devoted to depicting the natural man, and the second part describes how the civilized man appeared. A civilized man can be a citizen or not. The natural man described by Rousseau is in a fictitious prehistoric era. From the outward appearance, this natural man is unchanging because physiologically he is fully adapted to the state he is in. Spiritually, he only possesses self-love and pity. These are two purely biological, unconscious feelings shared by humans and some animals. Therefore, the source of moral ideas is not reason, but the emotions shared by everyone. Once a person enters a social state, he falls into the abyss of evil and misery. At the beginning of the second part of the treatise, Rousseau uses a clever rhetorical technique to depict the story of how a person by enclosing a piece of land with a fence created private property, paving the way for subsequent misery and sin. However, this symbolic event is merely the conclusion of a long historical process. Humanity had long entered history and started social life. Hence, the man who initially adapted to the natural state finally formed early society. The last part of “The Discourses on the Origin and Basis of Inequality Among Men” traces the history of political system development. Initially, it was an elective system, then a hereditary system, inevitably leading towards despotism. At the formation of government, the state of inequality determined the form of the political system.