I became a son-in-law in the United States

The speech manuscript for Chapter 101 is lost?

At the same time, at Kennedy's house.

Jia has already started working on it. Time is tight and there are many things to do, and everything needs to be carefully prepared.

For her, writing a speech was not difficult; the difficulty lay in delivering it in front of so many people.

A speech is not a dinner party, nor is it just fancy footwork; a speech is war, the art of incitement!

A successful speech can make the audience forget they even have a brain, and Mr. Gandalf is the most qualified to say about this.

She may not be able to do what old Joseph did, but at least she shouldn't be too humiliating.

However, this is just a campaign for Congress, which is at most a minor affair, so there's not much need for it.

She locked herself in her room, sat at the table by the window, and began to write.

Soon, lines of fluent and concise text appeared on the manuscript paper, pleasing to the eye.

Friends:

My name is Gia Kennedy, and I am Mr. Joseph's daughter. I have lived in Boston since I was a child. I love this city and I am proud of it.

Over the past two centuries, we have witnessed the prosperity of this city together, and I feel deeply honored by it...

But as she wrote, Jia's brows furrowed.

It's hard to describe the feeling; it's just a strange, unclear feeling.

Without hesitation, she put down the manuscript and rewrote another one, but the result was the same.

How to put it... this kind of draft doesn't feel like a speech, but rather like a short essay assigned by a school.

The writing is concise and elegant, and the style is steady and even, without any apparent ups and downs.

She knew in her heart that the real speech wasn't like this. It would have been a sudden storm, thunder and lightning, followed by an uncontrollable outburst.

So she tried several more times, and the drafts she wrote were similar to the previous ones. She couldn't find any flaws, but she couldn't say there were any merits either.

Birds were singing outside the window, and sunlight was swaying on the branches, but Jia was in no mood for it at all.

I don't know how much time had passed, but then I heard Johnny's voice from behind me.

"Sis, it's time to eat."

"You guys eat, I'm not hungry," Jia said, patting her younger brother's head.

"But you didn't eat anything this morning, are you pregnant?"

"Nonsense! I haven't... Never mind... You go eat, I'm really not hungry..."

She wasn't really hungry, because she was full of anger.

Who would believe that a Wellesley graduate like her couldn't write a proper speech?

The grammar is fine, the vocabulary and sentence structure are fine, but the result is not what I want, which is very awkward.

If I were to read this short essay aloud, I reckon people would throw eggs at me, because I just want to throw eggs.

Seeing Gia looking so lost and dejected, little Kennedy became interested and grabbed the manuscript paper on his sister's desk to read it. Gia wanted to stop him, but the little guy easily dodged her; he had become very quick-witted.

After a while, the little guy grinned and said, "Sis! You can't write it like that!"

"How can you say that? I'm your older sister!"

Jia patted her younger brother's cheek again to establish her "authority".

However, the little guy was not one to give up easily. He had learned from Luther and casually pointed out a few mistakes.

"Sister, a speech should be heartfelt, empathetic, and address issues that concern everyone, not an essay. That kind of writing is too insincere!"

"You idiot! Then tell me, how should I write it?"

Little Gan Naidi paused, his eyes darting around, almost instinctively realizing:

"You tell the audience that you are Irish too, that you also have a hard time, that you are bullied, that you are treated differently, and that you are just like everyone else!"

"Wow!"

Jia was stunned for a moment, not expecting the little guy to be so amazing, capturing everyone's attention right from the start.

It must be said that John F. Kennedy Jr.'s few sentences were very effective; my entire piece couldn't compare.

"and then?"

Johnny Jr. nodded and said, "My brother-in-law said that only the truth has the most power, so sister, you have to tell the truth."

"Tell the truth?"

"Yes, it's about saying everything you know, everything you think, everything that moves you the most, exposing these injustices and evils to the public, so that people will be angry, and then you'll succeed."

"So, how do you think I should write it?"

"You need to tell the voters that we Irish people are not inherently inferior. We shouldn't be dockworkers, we shouldn't sleep in shacks day after day, we shouldn't be doing the hardest work for the lowest wages. We need more welfare, we need to be treated as human beings, we need to live with dignity in this city!"

Of course, you also need to tell female voters that you are not your husbands' appendages, not household laborers, and certainly not property to be disposed of at will. You are human beings just like me, with the same right to vote and the same right to decide the future of this city.

After hearing what Johnny Jr. said, Gia was quite impressed.

Despite being a Wellesley graduate and a high-achieving student, he was far inferior to his younger brother in understanding people's hearts.

At such a young age, he sensed the injustices in society, guessed what people were thinking, and even spoke out about it.

Perhaps, as old Joseph said, this guy would have a bright future if he went into politics.

"John, I haven't noticed you've been studying very hard lately. Is it because your father criticized you last time?"

"No, that's not it," Little John plopped down on his sister's bed, took off his shoes, and swung his legs. "My brother-in-law told me that you can't speak without investigating, so I usually have Benson take me out. That's how I know everyone is having a hard time, and they're angry but have nowhere to vent. Sister, this is our family's chance..."

"understood."

Jia put his shoes on and then pushed him out the door.

"I'm busy now, just ask Ruth to bring me some bread."

After Johnny Jr. left, Gia returned to her desk. This time, without hesitation or embarrassment, she wrote a speech in one go.

In this article, she wrote down her thoughts, the injustices she had witnessed since childhood, and the things she had personally experienced, and she decided to face them.

Dear friends!

Thank you, thank you for coming today.

My name is Gia Kennedy, and I am the daughter of Joseph Kennedy Sr. I am also a student at Wellesley College.

For the past three years, I've been studying at Wellesley. It's a very good school, and I've learned a lot. But recently, I learned something that wasn't taught in the textbooks.

So, in this country, if your father runs for public office, you'll be thrown into a lake...

Good morning everyone! A new day has begun. Wishing you all the best!