Valintino Saarbac looked onto the grounds from his office as Vice President. Just outside the windows were a crowd of protestors. It was odd to see such a gathering, but over the past few weeks following the Genoshan Reconstruction Act, it exists. In the mild temperatures, people were holding up signs that condemned the purpose of such an act.
The leader of a group was wearing clothing that was eerily fascist in nature. A tan colored button down dress shirt, black leather belt, black breeches, and jackboots. Her blonde hair was neatly tucked under the tan patrol cap that adorned her head. An eighth of the crowd was wearing the same type of uniform.
We should not allow Genosha to exist as a free state! We should take back the lands that were stolen from our forefathers! shouted the agitator through her microphone. Initially when the act first passed, there was only a hundred. Now that multiplied. The crowd shouted in agreement with the leader. Nearby on the small platform was the persons mother. Camera crews belonging to several news stations were also present.
The agitator continued to speak into the microphone, The rest of the world see us as the evil! Because we are a nationalistic group! We tried to reclaim our islands in the Northeast Pacific Ocean! We received sanctions in return! We fought the Genoshans after Cape Hope! We received sanctions in return and now our money goes towards them!
After a few seconds of cheering she continued, We have lost our jobs to foreign influence! No more I say! We are sending money overseas to help those we have fought! No more I say! This time the crowd was louder than ever, with more people showing up to join in the protests.
The ringleader noticed the faces of concern on a few people who showed up to watch, apparent that they were immigrants. Capitalizing on this opportunity she said, We are a nation of immigrants, but we should invite those who want to be part of this great nation! We should have their will tested just like the rest of us to prove if they want to truly be a part of greatness! I know the Genoshans are watching as I speak, and so I will say this. Become part of our identity, become part of what we have to offer. Together we shall forge a new destiny! Strength through Unity!
Val continued to look through the window nonchalantly. He himself was a supporter of the expansionist and ultra-nationalistic ideals. He wasnt alone in this regard, as a few prominent members of the government were in his office, debating how to take advantage of such a situation. It was a little unnatural for such a protest, but one that was understood more easily by those who were Rhodesians. Many felt robbed by the Genoshan Reconstruction Act passing by a narrow margin. The outsourcing of jobs was hurting the people, and those felt that there was a need to protect and promote the local industries.
A new age was harkening, and it would leave lasting repercussions upon Rhodesia.