Breed The Secret Design To Maintain Racial Inequality Among The Despised Classes

by William Chasterson

  This proof wasn’t as concrete as I was hoping for but I continued to listen attentively. Darwin continued, “Natural selection and descent with modification enable the natural world to progress toward a continually more perfected state. As advantageous variations appear and are naturally selected and perpetuated in future populations, a species’ adaptability to its environment becomes increasingly more complex. Over time, species reach new heights of perfection, creating the wondrously adapted species seen today. Because of the random, unpredictable nature of variation however, progression is gradual, occurring in incremental steps over a long period of time. The process of natural selection, however, can only create better-adapted species. It never creates species that are worse off than their forebears were. The entire process is an inherently positive progression of the natural world, with each species continually moving toward perfect adaptation.” Darwin paused and his face lit up as if an idea had just occurred to him. He asked the audience, “If natural selection can gradually bring about perfection over a long period of time, could not artificial selection do the same thing but more efficiently and faster? I say yes! And my colleagues agree! That is why, for the past twenty years we have been conducting experiments breeding plants and animals.” Darwin was getting very excited. “You see, by inducing and selecting favorable mutations, we can produce new and better plants and animals. In fact we may even be able to produce an entirely new species!” Again I noticed a gradual change in Darwin’s countenance. He went from being mirthful to downright sullen. Dejectedly, he said, “It is true that almost all the mutants in our experiments died or were weaker than wild varieties…” He then put on a defiant face as if he were under attack. “Does this mean that mutations cannot transform an original species into an entirely new one? Never may that be so!” The elderly cat was now shaking his fisted paw at the audience threateningly. Then pleadingly he said, “We just need more time. Twenty years of research has not been enough because we still have not arrived at the conclusions we are looking for. I assure you that even if it takes one hundred years, we will continue our research until we come up with a new species!” I began to be skeptical about these theories. It seemed to be a good idea to study the origins of life. However certain philosophies seemed to be basing their entire foundation on the laws taught by Darwin. If there was no definitive proof that his theories were true it didn’t seem right that they were being acted upon, especially with so much at stake. For instance, specieism seems to be taking Darwin’s theory to its logical conclusion. I thought, “If life is just a battlefield where only the fittest animals are meant to survive and the rest are to be destroyed, then the speciests are not extremists at all! What is more, everyone else that claims to believe in natural selection and yet condemns the speciests is a hypocrite! When the speciests endeavor to wipe out whole species of animals while preserving others they are just fulfilling the will of nature. After all, if what they were doing were unnatural, certainly nature would not allow such things to happen. For instance if they erroneously categorized a species as deserving of extinction yet it was in fact naturally meant to survive then it would in fact survive. There was no need to protect the species. Nature would run it’s course and the fittest would survive. Animalism also seemed to be loosely based off of Darwin’s theories. He had in fact at one time worked for Socrates. Isn’t that what Russ had said? Yet, what if Darwin is wrong? What if all animals are in fact special and deserving of dignity and respect for the simple reason that they are unique. What if we know far less about life than we think we know? If this were true wouldn’t every single life be precious?” These thoughts flashed through my mind in quick succession. I directed my attention back to the stage as Darwin concluded his speech. “In summary, variations within the same species have resulted in the variations between different species. The different variations that we see throughout the natural world—colors, shapes, sizes, bodily organs, physical structures, wings, feet, fur, feathers—are apparent because natural selection has caused these traits to be perpetuated in the species that exist today. These variations do not exist randomly, but because they have proven advantageous to the survival of the species. Wings, for example, allow birds to migrate easily while also giving them the means of escaping environmental disasters and harsh climates. The variations that are perpetuated provide the advantages that allow certain species to survive over others.” Darwin shuffled his papers as if to confirm whether he had left anything out. He looked out across the audience once more then slowly turned and walked off stage. The chairman dismissed us for lunch and we were instructed to reassemble in two hours.

  At lunch my comrades devoured their food ravenously, but I took my time. I was digesting more than just physical food. While the others discussed various topics I slowly chewed while pondering Darwin’s theories and what they meant for animalkind. Then all at once, I became the focal point of my comrade’s conversation. Murk said, “Tomorrow’s the big day Christopher. Are you ready to address the world in behalf of the Union of Animals? Just remember Molly may be watching.” He gave a nudge to Russ and the two began to chuckle. I became flustered. I was at a loss for words. Nathan suddenly interjected, “Comrade Molly? I didn’t know you two were an item. I thought she was in a serious relationship with a cat from Kliev.” I gave a start. “Is this true?” I asked dejectedly. Murk and Russ glanced at one another. Nathan responded, “That’s what I heard. The cat holds no position. He’s just a rank and file comrade but I heard Molly doesn’t care. She’s quite in love with him.” I began to feel wretched. With each of Nathan’s words my spirit dampened more and more. Nathan looked up at Russ and both he and Murk were glaring at him. Suddenly Nathan declared, “You know what? It may have been a different cat named Molly that I was thinking of. I could have sworn it was she but I must have gotten the story wrong. Congratulations Christopher. I wish you the best.” Suspiciously, I looked at him and clutched his outstretched paw. Both Russ and Nathan proceeded to reassure me that it was another Molly that Nathan was referring to. By the time they were done speaking to me, my confidence was restored and my mood had lightened. When my comrades finished their meals I had barely put a dent in mine. Rather than watch them shuffle around restlessly, I encouraged them to go off without me and I would catch up later. As soon as they exited I began to daydream about the future paradise I would share with Molly. My thoughts stretched beyond the establishment of a peaceful society, beyond the rearing of our many children, to our golden years. “We will now have time to focus only on one another. Will our love be as strong then as it is now?” I pondered briefly then nodded. “It definitely would. Our love will stand the test of time.” Just then something happened that startled me causing me to lose my train of thought. “Excuse me. Is anyone sitting here?” said a sultry voice. I looked up and saw the most beautiful cat I had ever seen. She had a sleek muscular white body trimmed with dark brown. Her tail and legs were dark gradually fading into her white torso. This detail gave the semblance of knee high boots. Her face was a Venetian mask of dark brown contrasted by crystal blue eyes. “Nnn…no,” I stammered. “I’m Sabrina. What’s your name?” she asked, as she simultaneously reached over and began stroking my whiskers. My muscles began to lock up and I couldn’t speak or move. “Uhhm,” I muttered. “Nice to meet you Uhm,” laughed Sabrina as she sat down. “You’re pretty cute for a mixed breed.” Suddenly overcome with emotion I burst out, “My name is Christopher!” Startled she asked, “Are you the Christopher that’s scheduled to speak tomorrow? We shouldn’t be seen together.” She then smiled seductively and added, “Well, I suppose it’s not that big of a deal. In these early stages of breed cleansing casual meetings like this are seen as unavoidable. I don’t mind getting my paws dirty and I’m sure it is a great honor for you to be in the presence of a pure breed.” The brief interaction I was having with this beautiful cat left me disconcerted. Her words were offensive but she said them in a light straightforward way that left me with an impression of obscuri
ty. The flirtatious way she was gazing at me also did not harmonize with her abrasive words. The time I spent trying to reconcile her manner with her conversation caused me to miss my opportunity to reply. She continued, “You are cute. I don’t mind if you carry my things for me.” Again I was left with an obscure feeling that troubled me. To my astonishment I found myself agreeing to this arrangement. My mouth seemed to be working separately from my mind. She was obviously a speciest and these actions would be inexplicable to my comrades yet I was impelled to want to be in her company. This was a very dangerous game and I had no idea why I was playing it. I had never thought of myself as a mixed breed before but Sabrina’s use of this word left a strange impression on me. The idea that there existed animals who saw other animals as inferiors always drew my curiosity. I had developed a certain mental image of the type of animal that thought in this way. Sabrina certainly did not coincide with that image. I asked her, “What did you mean when you said that you don’t mind getting your paws dirty? That kind of talk would be seen as offensive by some.” She laughed playfully and said, “Come on. Don’t be so sensitive.” She then scrutinized me with questioning eyes. “In all honesty though even if they refuse to admit it you know that any animal of a lesser breed would consider it an honor to be with a pure breed. Furthermore you must admit that for a pure breed animal to mate with a sub animal she is for whatever reason degrading herself.” Again I was at a loss for words. I just shook my head in disbelief and peered into her beautiful crystal blue eyes trying to discern if Sabrina was having a laugh at me, or if these were her genuine beliefs. She appeared to be sincere. This cat was a mystery to me. Her mind repulsed and at the same time fascinated me. For the time remaining we spoke of insignificant things but the first impression she left on me was so strong that this didn’t matter. I was captivated by her. Finally it was near time for the afternoon session to begin so I collected Sabrina’s belongings and walked with her to her seat. I say I walked with her but often times I was forced behind her by the crowds bustling to their seats. I noticed her glance back a few times to see that I had fallen behind but she just kept going as if it were the most natural thing in the world for me to walk behind her instead of along side her. Sabrina’s seat was of course located in the section reserved for Cuyamongans. There were even signs that read, ‘Cuyamongans Only’. My arrival in this section seemed to attract quite a bit of attention but it didn’t seem to bother her in the least. She allowed me to kiss her paw in spite of the angry and disgusted glares we received from her comrades. “You can go now,” she said dismissively. I pleaded, “Wait! When will I see you again?” She said that if I wanted to I could meet with her briefly after the afternoon session just outside the section reserved for the Union. The close proximity of this rendezvous point with the rest of my comrades left me greatly distressed but I tried to conceal this. I said, “I look forward to this afternoon,” but Sabrina had already turned and began talking with her companions. I walked away with mixed feelings. What had possessed me to attach myself with this foreigner? She obviously viewed me with contempt yet she allowed me to humiliate myself in front of her. As I walked back to my seat the last half hour seemed to me to have been a bizarre dream from which I was now awakening.