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

BREED

 
(The secret design to maintain racial
inequality among the despised classes)

   
By William Chasterson

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Copyright William Chasterson 2013

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1 -
Great indebtedness does not make men grateful, but vengeful; and if
a little charity is not forgotten, it turns into a gnawing worm -
Friedrich Nietzsche

Chapter 2 - I assess the power of a will by how much
resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn it to
it's advantage. - Friedrich Nietzsche

Chapter 3 - You may not be interested in war but war is
interested in you - Leon Trotsky

Chapter 4 - Anyone who has the power to make you believe
absurdities has the power to make you commit injustices -
Voltaire

Chapter 5 - Education is dangerous - every educated person
is a future enemy - Hermann Goering

Chapter 6 - I sit on a man’s back, choking him and making
him carry me, and yet assure myself and others that I am very sorry
for him and wish to ease his lot by all possible means – except by
getting off his back - Leo Tolstoy

Chapter 7 - Extreme positions are not succeeded by
moderate ones but by contrary extreme positions - Friedrich
Nietzsche

Chapter 8 - Nietzsche was stupid and abnormal. - Leo
Tolstoy

Chapter 9 - Humanity has won it's battle. Liberty now has a
country - Marquis de Lafayette

Chapter 10 - Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no
one thinks of changing himself. - Leo Tolstoy

Chapter 11 - In the name of God, stop a moment, cease
your work, and look around you. - Leo Tolstoy

Chapter 12 - War is so unjust and ugly that all who wage
it must try to stifle the voice of conscience within themselves. -
Leo Tolstoy

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

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Chapter 1
-
Great indebtedness does
not make men grateful, but vengeful; and if a little charity is not
forgotten, it turns into a gnawing worm - Friedrich
Nietzsche

So there I was, standing at the edge of the
Cuyamonga River staring down at the rushing water with a determined
look in my eyes. The air was damp and had a briny smell. All kinds
of thoughts were running through my head. "What does it feel like
to drown?" I thought. “Will I hold my breath the entire time until
the burning in my chest forces me to fill my lungs with icy water?”
A sudden shudder shook my entire body as I thought of how cold the
water must be. A nearby crack of a twig breaking suddenly stole my
attention from the steady rumble of distant rapids. Quickly I
looked back in the direction that I thought I heard the sound. All
looked still. There was no one there, just trees and rocks. “Did I
really hear something or is my mind just playing tricks?” As I
turned back to face the water I could still picture the trees and
rocks where I heard, or at least thought I heard the sound. In this
mental picture there was definitely someone there, watching me with
piercing critical eyes. I shook my head defiantly and tried to
focus on the task at hand but my thoughts kept intruding. I began
to think about my life and how I arrived at this point. “Socrates
always said I don’t understand how the world works. As if
understanding something and accepting it were the same thing.” I
thought of my father Jeffery Chambers and my defiant look changed
to one of regret. I thought of how I would like to see Jeffery one
last time. To forgive him and let him know that I now understand
why he did what he did. Thinking of Jeffery Chambers always fills
me with that familiar warm feeling, the timeless feeling you get
when you are being embraced by someone who loves you and you know
you are safe. Again I stared down at the water. “I deserve this” I
thought, “there has to be some retribution for my sins. Thousands
are dead because of my arrogance, if only I’d…” but wait. We
haven't even been properly introduced. I'm Christopher also known
as 'The Great One'. You know, five years ago if you would have told
me that one day I would be a brutal dictator ruling with an iron
fist I would have said you’re crazy. To make myself understood we'd
better start at the beginning.

When I came into the world there were no
problems to be worked out. Life was good and there was no reason to
ask questions. There was me Christopher my mother and my two
siblings Vincent and Josie. In those days life consisted of playing
games. The current game was called chase and run. The rules are as
follows. I would chase Vincent or Josie and they would run. Then
just as I am about to overtake them they stood their ground, did an
about face and began to chase me. Back in those days life was
simple. We would play for hours oblivious to anything else in the
world. Which is why I took no notice of the two figures now
standing in the room staring down at us. Little did I know but my
life was about to change forever. Although I never really paid much
attention to her there was someone else also living in the
apartment. She was a fat woman with large eyes decorated with too
much makeup. From what I gathered at the time she was our servant
or slave. She waited on us hand and foot. It was her that put out
our food in bowls, changed our drinking water and even cleaned the
box where we did our business. This day however she was not talking
like a servant. She was speaking with the two figures I mentioned
earlier. One of the figures was Jeffery Chambers; a man who was so
tall you could get a stiff neck looking up at him. He would have
been intimidating except for the fact that a sympathetic face
contrasted his large size and he had a manner about him that
signaled he was no threat. The other figure was his wife Josephine.
She was considerably smaller in size but her personality filled the
room. She had wild curly hair and the couple seemed to compliment
one another. Our servant said. "I know you were planning to take
only two but could you do me a favor and take one more. You see,
the litter was three kittens. The third kitten is a mama's cat and
he is especially affectionate and tied to his mother. He needs
extra love" explained the lady tugging on their heartstrings. I
gathered she was talking about my brother Vincent because they had
him in their hands and they were looking down at him in wonder as
if they expected him to say something. He just looked up at them
with large round eyes and his little body trembled. Jeffrey looked
at his wife then nodded his head. What did all of this mean? “Who
cares. It's probably nothing” I thought. “Back to the game”. But as
I went to resume our game of chase and run I was suddenly scooped
up with large hands and placed into a box along with Vincent and
Josie. I would never see my mother again.

Chapter 2
-
I assess the power of a
will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how
to turn it to it's advantage. - Friedrich Nietzsche

When we arrived at the couple’s apartment we
began to explore right away. Josie and I were very anxious to
examine every square inch of the place but Vincent was very
cautious. "Guys I have a terrible feeling about these people and
this place. We should escape or at least hide until we're sure it's
safe" he would say. Josie on the other hand had no reservations
whatsoever. "I think they're nice. They pet me and let me smell
them and they smell like really nice people." Vincent darted his
eyes toward his sister. "You think everyone is nice." he said
scornfully. "Everyone is nice!" she cheerfully responded. We
explored every square inch of our new space avoiding when possible
the humans. This was to appease Vincent's fears. There was a long
space between the kitchen and living room that would be perfect for
chase and run. Then there was a door that let into an office where
our food and refreshments were kept. So far this door was being
left open for us. These doors are useful but they can also be
dangerous, as I know from experience. I can remember one time when
I was playing with the door in our old place by putting my arm in
the crack with the hinge. As I tried to reach farther into the
other room the weight of my body began to press against the door.
Suddenly the door began to move for no apparent reason and closed
on my arm. I still remember the pain. All I could think to do is
put more weight against the door and pull my arm out but as I did
this, the trap just got tighter and my arm was being crushed. I
began to panic. Just as I was about to lose consciousness from the
pain I heard footsteps running toward me, and the door was opened
releasing my arm and I was lifted up and taken to safety by my
caretaker. I remember glaring at the door as I was being carried
away and thinking “you’ve won this round, door! But this isn’t
over!” Anyways in our new place there was another door at the other
end of our room that was closed most of the time. At night our
caretakers would go into this room and stay there until the
morning. I was very curious to know what was in that room. I
remember one day as I was investigating this door by sniffing and
trying to look under it I heard a faint whispering sound. “Pssst,
Hey Christopher. Over here.” I looked in the direction of the
voice. It was coming from under the desk. The voice was
unmistakable. “Vincent? Is that you?” I called into the darkness.
Josie was also there. “I’m convinced this place isn’t safe!”
exclaimed Vincent. “The other day I saw the most hideous creature
imaginable sliding back and forth across the floor as if it were
trying to pick up the scent of someone.” Vincent began to tremble
violently as he recounted his paranoid memory. “And that’s not the
worst part. Guess who was controlling this beast?” Before giving us
a chance to respond he blurted out “It was our servant. The smaller
one with the curly hair. She was directing this stringy beast with
a large rod and it was obeying her!” Of course what she was
actually doing was mopping the floor but we didn't understand that
at the time. To make a long story short we spent the next eight
hours hiding in the darkness trying not to make a sound. I guess
the sustained silence alerted our caretakers because the next thing
you know they were looking for us. From our hiding place we could
see them but they of course could not see us. Jeffrey wrinkled his
brow and lifted one of them slightly squinting as if he were trying
to concentrate on something.  "Christopher, Josie, Vincent...
Where are you guys?" shouted Jeffery. "It's like they disappeared".
The couple kept searching. "I want to go out to them. Look they're
searching for us," whispered Josie and she started moving towards
the light. "No it's a trap!" exclaimed Vincent in a loud whisper
and this brought Josie reluctantly back to his side under the desk.
Jeffery put his hand on his forehead and began massaging his brow
as if he could loosen up a memory in this way. “Did we leave a door
open? Did they slip into a crack somewhere?”  His eyes began
searching the room and they landed on the wooden computer table.
Now allow me to explain why this was a particularly good hiding
place. The base of the table extended almost to the floor. Wooden
feet elevated it above the floor, leaving a space between the floor
and the baseboard of only a few inches. So it allowed us to see out
but we were completely hidden. “I don’t see why we have to hide,”
whispered Josie. “Sshhhh. Be quiet” said Vincent nervously. The
large grinning horizontal face of Jeffery Chambers suddenly greeted
us as he bent down to see us huddled under the desk.

As time went on I began to notice changes in
Vincent. Changes that I did not like. He seemed to have gotten over
his uneasy feelings. In fact he walked around the apartment as if
he owned the place. It started with small things. For example we
have always eaten out of the same bowl and in the beginning all 3
of us could fit our faces in the bowl and eat at the same time. But
as time went on, the bowl began to get smaller and smaller so that
we had to take turns eating. Ladies first of course, then Vincent
and I would eat at the same time. One day as I approached the bowl
I heard something that I had never heard before and it stopped me
in my tracks and made my heart skip a beat. I heard a growl, looked
up and saw Vincent standing over the bowl staring me down. I was
shocked. I didn't even know how to handle it so I backed away from
the bowl. "What's going on?" asked Josie as I passed her. "Oh
nothing I'll eat later" I said. "By the way have you noticed
anything different about Vincent?" "Different?" she repeated then
looked at me with a blank expression on her face. "Never mind" I
said and walked away. Later when I went to eat I noticed that
Vincent had eaten more than his share of the food leaving me only
crumbs. I didn't like this but I said nothing. Another day we were
all trying to figure out what to do with the day. "How about a good
ol’ game of chase and run?" I suggested. Josie's face lit up at
that suggestion. "No!" commanded Vincent. "We're going play king of
the jungle." I was taken aback by this. He said it so
authoritatively as if we had no choice in the matter. King of the
jungle was basically a wrestling match to the point of exhaustion.
We hadn't played it since we were little and to tell you the truth
I didn't really feel like playing this game with Vincent in light
of his recent aggressive behavior. "Excuse me brother but who
exactly made you the leader?" I said quietly, in a calm voice,
although on the inside I was getting very agitated. "I'm making
myself the leader,” he said after a slight pause. "I've been having
these feelings lately...” He paused briefly. “that I am powerful
and I need to express my strength by dominating the weak. I
struggled with these feelings for a while thinking 'no this is
wrong' but lately I've been thinking that this is the right and
natural way of things. Why would I have these feelings unless it
were natural?" Needless to say, I was shocked by what I was hearing
but I tried not to show it. Vincent continued,  “You, the weak
must have felt it as well, the need to be dominated. Stop resisting
nature brother! Free yourself and let me dominate you!” He looked
at me pleadingly. I said, “You’ve gone crazy!” Vincent just
squinted his eyes a little and said, “I’m not going to lie to
myself anymore. I need to be true to myself and honestly I'm a
little hurt that you my own brother is not going to support me in
this." With that Vincent lunged at me. As his full weight hit me I
was lifted off the ground and we both crashed against the wall. The
game of king of the jungle had begun. Josie jumped on top of
Vincent briefly knocking the wind out of him but he grabbed her
head with both his paws and began biting her ears. She shook loose
of this move but he just put her in another one and flipped her
over so her body came crashing to the floor. She yelped and tried
to beat a retreat but as she was running he caught her by the tail
and pulled her back. It was no longer a game to her anymore. She
quickly did an about face and hissed violently at Vincent. While he
was distracted I saw this as my opportunity. Now I knew I couldn't
compete with his strength but I am quicker than Vincent so I came
up from behind and threw all my weight into his legs. He toppled
over and went crashing onto the floor. I tried to capitalize on
this turn of events leaping on top of him and pinning him to the
floor. "Consider this a coup de tat,” I said panting and looking
down at him victoriously. However, I underestimated his strength. I
felt my body being lifted into the air and thrown onto the ground.
For a slight second everything went black and I couldn't see or
hear anything. I also couldn't breath. When I came to, Vincent was
sitting on top of me. His mouth was moving but I couldn't hear what
he was saying. Finally I began to hear the words “Will you submit?”
I gasped, “Yes” and he got off of me. He then walked away calmly as
if nothing had happened leaving my bruised and battered body
sprawled out on the floor. This day was significant. It marked a
change in our personalities and worldviews.