Carter Wright wasn’t giving Leo any room to breathe.
The shock from the "praise-and-kill" attack had yet to fade when a second offensive was quietly launched.
That afternoon, Frank stord into Leo’s office.
He clutched a crumpled flyer in his hand, slamming it down on the desk in front of Leo.
"Look at this," Frank said gruffly. "I’ve had five of my old buddies call in the last hour, all asking if this is for real."
Leo picked up the flyer.
It was a well-made promotional flyer, printed on thick paper with vibrant colors.
The front of the flyer featured a photo of Leo at a construction site, accompanied by a bold headline: *Pittsburgh Revitalization Plan: Leo Wallace Brings New Hope to the City*.
At first glance, it looked like one of Leo’s own campaign materials.
Even the layout and design were a perfect imitation.
But Leo’s gaze fell to the "Detailed Plan Analysis" section on the back.
A series of data and charts were listed there in bold, black type.
"According to inside sources, Mr. Wallace’s highly acclaid revitalization plan will see major adjustnts in its second phase."
"Phase Two will direct eighty percent of Federation funds toward infrastructure redevelopnt in the Hill District and the Brooklyn District."
"Furthermore, to promote racial equity, Phase Two will implent a new hiring quota system, prioritizing a minority employnt rate of no less than sixty percent."
Below that was a carefully doctored side-by-side comparison.
On the left was a dilapidated white, blue-collar neighborhood. On the right was an artist’s rendering of a revitalized minority neighborhood as envisioned in the plan.
Beneath the image, a line of small print read: "Where are your tax dollars going?"
Leo set the flyer down.
’This was dog-whistle politics.’
The flyer didn’t contain a single explicitly racist statent. In fact, it was filled with positive words like "equity," "revitalization," and "investnt."
But for the economically anxious white, blue-collar workers of Pittsburgh, the signal it sent was grating.
It was telling them that Leo Wallace got the money, but he planned to use it to pander to Black and Latino communities.
That he was going to give the jobs that should have been theirs to those "outsiders."
"You know what those workers are asking ?" Frank paced back and forth in the office. "They’re asking why the money is being spent sowhere else. They’re asking if we don’t deserve fairness just because we’re white."
"I tried to explain, to tell them it’s a rumor, that our plan covers the entire city." Frank stopped pacing and looked at Leo. "But they don’t believe . The data on this flyer looks too real, and it preys on the darkest fears in people’s hearts."
Fear.
It was a more powerful motivator than hope.
For the working-class white people who had just seen a glimr of hope, nothing was more terrifying than the prospect of losing it.
Carter Wright had grasped that precisely.
He didn’t need to prove it was true. He just needed to plant a seed of doubt.
Just as Leo was contemplating how to handle the unrest in the white communities, Sarah pushed the door open.
Her expression was grim, and she was holding a tablet.
"Leo, we’ve got trouble in the Hill District and the Brooklyn District."
"What kind of trouble?"
"Rumors," Sarah said, handing the tablet to Leo. "Soone’s been spreading them in the barbershops, churches, and family gatherings in those neighborhoods."
On the screen were screenshots from several local community forums.
The posts were all more or less the sa, with a single core argunt.
"Look at the people around Leo Wallace."
Beneath the post was a group photo of the core mbers of Leo’s campaign team.
Leo, white.
Frank, white.
Sarah, white.
Karen, white.
Ethan, white.
"He promises to revitalize our communities? Don’t kid yourselves. Look at his inner circle. There isn’t a single face in there that looks like ours."
"He’s just another typical white savior, trying to use our votes to get himself into the mayor’s office. Then, just like all the white politicians before him, he’ll forget all about us."
"They’re saying the so-called Phase Two is just bait," Sarah said, her voice low. "They’re saying that as soon as the election is over, the funds promised to us will be diverted to build golf courses in the wealthy neighborhoods."
Leo stared at the group photo.
’It was, indeed, a fatal weakness.’
His team was professional, efficient, and passionate, but it undeniably lacked diversity in its racial makeup.
Under normal circumstances, it might not have been an issue. But under the magnifying glass of an election, it had beco a liability his opponent could exploit.
It was a perfect one-two punch.
In the white communities, Carter Wright painted Leo as a "traitor who sells out white interests to pander to minorities."
In the minority communities, he painted Leo as a "hypocritical white elite exploiting people of color for their votes."
He was using race as a wedge, driving it hard into the cracks of Leo’s People’s Alliance, a coalition originally built on class interests.
He was trying to slice the "poor" as a whole into "poor whites" and "poor Blacks," turning them against each other with suspicion and hatred.
All to dismantle Leo’s fundantal political base.
That evening, Leo personally led a team to the Hill District.
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