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

by William Chasterson

  When I awoke I found myself confined in a dimly lit cell. I assumed it was the same cell I had been in the first time I was arrested in Cuyamonga. To my great surprise, the door opened and in walked Truth and Justice. I exclaimed, “They got you too?” The cats glanced at one another slyly grinning. Truth responded, “They never lost us! We were never with you!” In confusion I stammered, “You mean to tell me you were working for Zarathustra the entire time?” Again the twins glanced at one another. Truth declared, “We work for Socrates. You are no longer in Cuyamonga. Once they retrieved the information they needed, you were handed back over to us. We have something for you to sign.” Justice produced the confession and handed it to me. Dejectedly I said, “I guess I may as well sign it. At least I know we tried. Utopia gave everything it had but the sheer number of our enemies overpowered us. Truth chuckled. “Is that what you think? You are the most naïve animal I have ever encountered. Utopia’s walls were breached because of betrayal. Both of your generals sold you out.” In astonishment I stuttered, “No! That’s impossible! Chauncey and Rizzo would never…” “Chauncey,” interrupted Justice. “now works for Socrates. He is the commander in charge of the eastern half of the territory formerly known as Utopia. The western half of the conquered lands were ceded to Cuyamonga and Rizzo has been placed in charge.” I couldn’t believe my ears. I dropped my head in grief. Justice cocked his head and began staring at me inquiringly. “You know where you went wrong? The moment you decided not to purge was the moment you lost power. You still don’t appreciate the importance of purging do you?” Lifting my eyes in indignation I thrust the confession back at my captures. “I’m not signing anything,” I stated resolutely. I then turned my back on the twins. I could hear them chuckle then Truth said, “Have it your way!” and the door slammed shut.

  Chapter 13 - It is always consoling to think of suicide: in that way one gets through many a bad night. - Friedrich Nietzsche

  After hours of restless sleep I was awakened by the sound of whispering above my head. I looked up and saw a squirrel perched at the edge of an opening that had been quarried into the wall. “Great one! I’m here to rescue you!” Using all the strength I could muster, I leaped up onto the edge of the opening and followed the squirrel down the side of a tower where I was being held. We gradually made our way through the woods and exited into a clearing where at least one hundred animals were gathered. All remained silent. Remembering the hostile manner in which I was handed over to my enemies I stood before the crowd and declared, “Here I am! Kill your Commander if you wish!” After a brief pause the crowd responded, “Long live the Commander!” They then marched with me in the direction of the Valley. All of a sudden I was struck with a sudden impulse and I stopped marching. I called for a messenger pigeon and taking him off to the side I gave him detailed instructions. “Are you certain Commander?” asked the messenger. “Just do it,” I sternly responded. After the messenger ascended into the sky I turned to address my steadily growing army. “Utopian citizens! We will meet up at the valley. There’s something I need to take care of first. Long live Utopia!” In a thunderous voice the army repeated my cry, “Long live Utopia!” We then separated. My army marched towards the valley while I headed towards the Cuyamongan River. I walked until I arrived at the location where our story began. I slowly approached the edge of the river and looked down upon the rapids but I already told you this part before.

  Eventually I raised my eyes to the other shore of the river and saw that the mission I had sent the pigeon on was a success. Standing on the opposite shore was none other than Jeffery Chambers. He stared at me with an expression that betrayed a mix of emotions. He appeared happy to see me but at the same time he looked as if he were in shock. Jeffery’s eyes gazed at me in wonder as if all of this might be just a dream. Something else I noticed is that he was staring at me in a curious way that he had never done before. It was as if I looked the same but something about me was different and he just couldn’t figure it out. He exclaimed, “Christopher? What are you doing here? You were supposed to have been taken with Josie and Vincent to live in the country with a nice family.” Jeffery’s mouth dropped open as I began to respond to his question. “I’m here because I needed to blaze my own path in the world.” Jeffery almost dropped to his knees. “You can talk!” he exclaimed. “Christopher, I’m so sorry that we had to give you guys away. We were forced to move and the new place didn’t allow pets.” I waved my paw dismissing his worries. “It’s ok. I forgive you,” I said. “I admit I was angry with you for a long time but I’ve learned that in life many things are out of our control. Sometimes you have to make sacrifices in order to bring about the greater good.” Jeffery looked at me in astonishment. Then stammered, “Yes… That’s true…” I interrupted him however because time was short and I needed to convey to him my last wishes. I related to him everything that had happened to me from the time I was separated from him. I asked him to make a record of my life for posterity and also so that he would always remember me. Jeffery reached out his hand to me. “You don’t have to do this Christopher! You can come live with us again. We are moving to a new place that allows pets. We can make a comfortable life for you. I promise that I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you will never have to suffer again!” I smiled. “Thank you Jeffery. But I cherish my suffering. If I hadn’t experienced all that pain I would not be the person that I am today. Besides I can’t ignore reality. I’ve seen too much, to pretend that the real world doesn’t exist.” A look of frustration spread across my father’s face. He exclaimed, “What are you talking about? You can’t have concluded that based on your experiences life is not worth living.” I corrected him. “This life which is nothing but a mere dream is not worth fighting for. I believe I’ve learned all there is to be learned from this world. For instance, in this life the only thing we can control is ourselves. Incidentally that happens to be the one thing few are willing to do. I’ve learned that in the end you die alone. No one can help you and there’s nothing you can do to help others. All that you worked for in this life vanishes into oblivion.” Noticing my father’s growing anxiety I attempted to comfort him. “Don’t worry Jeffery. I’m no longer afraid. I used to fear that maybe I’m not an animal at all but something else. I now realize that I am of course an animal its just that being an animal is not what I thought it was. The ideal of animal that I envisioned my entire life turns out to have been an imposter.” Jeffery returned, “Christopher! What if you are wrong about all of this? Once you take that leap, there’s no coming back!” A burst of confidence mixed with bitterness overtook me and I shouted back, “Nothing in my short, pathetic, miserable life has ever felt so right!” So I jumped. What happened next is for you to decide. I would like to think that I woke up to the reality that Socrates and Zarathustra promised to me. After all the bad decisions I’ve made in my life, I figured sooner or later I was bound to make a right one.