Breed The Secret Design To Maintain Racial Inequality Among The Despised Classes (17 page)

The next day I awoke with a start. I briefly
forgot where I was. Then the events of the preceding day rushed
into my mind and my sense of humiliation returned. This feeling was
quickly followed by a great anxiety as I realized that today I was
expected to address the conference on the part of the Union.
Although I suspected that this increased anxiety had some
connection with yesterday’s events, I frantically suppressed these
ideas from my mind. I remembered Niccolo’s words that I needed to
keep my head in the game step up and do what was necessary. I shook
my head resolutely saying to myself, “Forget about Sabrina. What’s
important is the plight of the common animal. He’s counting on me
and I will not let him down.” Before I knew it the second day of
the conference had begun and after some introductory comments from
the chairman another podium was brought out. It was placed
cattycorner to his podium and the audience. The chairman was a lean
dark gray colored cat with yellow eyes. He looked a little like
Russ except his face and body was much thinner. Also from the way
he carried himself you could tell he was much older than Russ. For
a moment the idea that this was Russ’ father flashed through my
mind but I dismissed it. The chairman said, “At this time we’ll
here from the Union of Animals about some of the alleged atrocities
being committed in the occupied lands of Lumpenproleteria.” Vlad,
who was now present along with all of the rest of the delegates
from the Union, gave me a nudge and I knew this was my cue to
approach the stage. After settling behind my podium, the chairman
said, “Commander there have been reports that animals in these
occupied lands are being tortured in experiments, being used to
test chemical and biological weapons and otherwise starved to
death. What do you have to say in response to these allegations?”
Despite trying to prepare myself for a blow, the chairman’s brief
list of atrocities shocked me. I attempted to hide this from the
audience. “The Union takes these allegations very seriously,” I
said gravely. “However according to our knowledge none of these
alleged atrocities has actually occurred. It is possible that the
Cuyamongans have been torturing animals. Because of the fighting
there are certain hot spots in Lumpenproleteria that we don’t have
access to.” The chairman suddenly put down his notes and asked,
“Commander, have you been to Lumpenproleteria?” The personal nature
of this question caught me by surprise. “Yes I have,” I replied.
The chairman continued, “The world doesn’t want to hear some
prepared text written by animals who have probably never been to
the affected areas. We want to hear from you. Commander, we all
live in the real world. Let’s get real for a moment. From one
intelligent being to another, did you see anything in the treatment
of the Lumpens that was disturbing?” My heart began to sink. There
was no way to get around this question. My response would determine
which side I stood on. There was no turning back. I wasn’t even
sure what answer I was going to give until the words came out of my
mouth. “Chairman, I saw nothing out of the ordinary during my stay
in Lumpenproleteria.” A look of disappointment appeared on the
chairman’s face. I could see my comrades grinning and nodding their
heads in approval. You’ll forgive me I hope for responding in this
way. You see, in life sometimes you have to make compromises.
That’s what I was learning. After last night’s humiliating display
I felt I needed to make some sort of sacrifice to redeem myself. It
may sound strange but it was not only for Socrates that I made this
sacrifice. I needed to reassure myself that I had integrity. So I
lied to the world about what I had witnessed. Again I know that
this explanation may not appear to make any sense to the reader but
it made sense to me at the time. What happened next however, I was
unprepared for. “Is that so?” asked the chairman suspiciously.
“Well what would you say to one of the victims of these
atrocities?” Suddenly an emaciated Lumpen began to be ushered onto
the stage. “Would you tell him that his current condition is just a
figment of his imagination?” The crowd broke into an uproar as the
Lumpen slowly made his way across the stage. Fortunately for me,
Russ and Murk had gone over with me how to handle every possible
scenario. I resolutely turned my back on the chairman and walked
off the stage. My proud colleagues welcomed me with open arms. Some
animals overcome with emotion had rushed the stage. It took about a
half an hour for the auditorium to settle and the stage to
clear.

Now it was Cuyamonga’s turn to answer
questions regarding Lumpenproleteria. No one was sure who their
spokescat would be. Many animals could be seen checking their
agendas but they found no indication of who it would be. Finally
after some introductory remarks from the chairman, none other than
Field Marshal Hannibal rose and began to approach the podium. He
had a look in his eyes indicating that he was in no mood for any
stunts like the one they had just pulled on me. As Hannibal
approached the stage all in the audience were silent. He had an
invisible aura of sincerity that commanded the respect of all in
the auditorium. He opened his mouth and began to speak. “There are
some truths which are so obvious that for this very reason they are
not seen or at least not recognized by ordinary animals. They
sometimes pass by such truisms as though blind and are most
astonished when someone suddenly discovers what everyone really
ought to know. Thus intelligent animals without exception wander
about in the garden of Nature. They imagine that they know
practically everything and yet with few exceptions pass blindly by
one of the most patent principles of Nature's rule.” He paused and
looked around the auditorium. Raising his voice he continued, “That
principle is the inner segregation of the species of all living
beings on this earth! Even the most superficial observation shows
that Nature's restricted form of reproduction is an almost rigid
basic law of all the countless forms of expression of her will.
Every animal mates only with a member of the same species. The
titmouse seeks the titmouse, the finch the finch, the stork the
stork, the field mouse the field mouse, and the wolf the she-wolf.
Only unusual circumstances can change this, primarily the
compulsion of captivity or any other cause that makes it impossible
to mate within the same species. But then Nature begins to resist
this with all possible means. Her most visible protest consists
either in refusing further capacity for propagation to bastards or
in limiting the fertility of later offspring. In most cases,
however, she takes away the power of resistance to disease or
hostile attacks.” Hannibal paused. With a slight smile he
exclaimed, “This is only too natural!” Hannibal had a very
charismatic way of speaking. Though extreme, he presented his views
as if they were obvious conclusions that any reasonable animal
should accept. He continued, “Any crossing of two animals not at
exactly the same level produces a medium between the level of the
two parents. The offspring will probably stand higher than the
racially lower parent, but not as high as the higher one.
Consequently, it will later perish in the struggle against the
higher level. Such mating is against the will of Nature for a
higher breeding of all life. The qualification for this does not
lie in the competition between the superior animal and the inferior
animal, but in the total victory of the inferior animal. The
stronger must dominate and not blend with the weaker, thus
sacrificing his own greatness.” As Hannibal articulated the
speciest view, my thoughts went to my brother Vincent and his gut
feeling that he needed to dominate the weak. “Could it really have
been Nature that was driving him in that direction?” I shook my
head. “Don’t be taken in by them!” I said to myself. “This is just
a speciest mind trick. A perversion of thought.” Defiantly I looked
back up at Hannibal as he continued the speech. He now seemed to be
staring directly at me. He continued, “Only the born weakling can
view this as cruel, but he after all is only a weak and limited
animal. If this law did not prevail, any conceivable higher
development of organic living beings would be unthinkable.

The consequence of this racial purity,
universally valid in Nature, is not only the sharp outward division
of the various species, but their uniform character. The fox is
always a fox, the goose a goose and the tiger a tiger. The
difference can lie at most in the varying measure of force,
strength, intelligence, dexterity and endurance of the individual
specimens. But you will never find a fox who in his inner attitude
might, for example, show humanitarian tendencies toward geese, as
similarly there is no cat with a friendly inclination toward mice.”
This obviously was a subtle jab towards me. The remark was meant to
remind the audience of the incident when I rescued the mouse.
Murmuring could be heard throughout the audience. I even noticed
some of the speciests looking angrily in my direction. He
continued, “Therefore here too, the struggle among themselves
arises less from inner animosity than from hunger and love. In both
cases, Nature looks on calmly, with satisfaction in fact. In the
struggle for daily food all those who are weak and sickly or less
determined perish, while the struggle of the males for the female
grants the right or opportunity to breed only to the healthiest.
And struggle is always a means for improving a species' health and
power of resistance and, therefore, a cause of its higher
development.” Darwin who was seated among the speciests, nodded
approvingly. Hannibal carried on, “If the process were different,
all further and higher development would cease and the opposite
would occur. Since the inferior always numerically surpasses the
best, if both had the same possibility of preserving life and
propagating, the inferior would multiply so much more rapidly that
in the end the best would be greatly weakened. This eventuality is
inevitable unless a correction of this disaster were undertaken.
Nature does just this by subjecting the weaker part to such severe
living conditions that by them alone the number is limited. By not
permitting the remainder to increase promiscuously, Nature makes a
new and ruthless choice according to strength and health. No more
than Nature desires the mating of weaker with stronger individuals,
even less does she desire the blending of a higher with a lower
breed. If this was allowed to occur, her whole work of higher
breeding, over perhaps hundreds of thousands of years might be
ruined with one blow. Historical experience offers countless proofs
of this. It shows with terrifying clarity that in every mingling of
pure breed blood with that of lower breeds or sub-animals the
result was the destruction of the superior breed.” Hannibal
gestured in the direction of the Union of Animals. He said, “For
example if we look at Kliev and all of the regions to the east of
Cuyamonga we see a population of organisms that prostituted their
pure blood with that of lower beings and the result has been a
population of mutants whose very ideas are a perversion of thought.
True, these organisms have accumulated a semblance of order and
have grabbed at power but this is just a residual ambition carried
over from the once pure blood. Their time however is limited
because they are working against nature.” Indignation could be felt
on the side of the hall with the Union of Animals. Some animals
snarled and bore their fangs but no one dared interrupt the speech.
Hannibal acknowledged their anger, glancing in our direction with
disgust. He continued, “The result of all mixed breeding therefore
always results in the lowering of the level of the higher breed and
in a physical and intellectual regression. Thus begins a slow but
surely progressing sickness. To bring about such a development is
to sin against the will of Nature! When animal attempts to rebel
against the iron logic of Nature, he comes into struggle with the
principles to which he himself owes his existence as an animal. And
this attack must lead to his very doom. Here, of course, we
encounter the objection of the modern pacifist, as truly arrogant
as it is stupid! ‘Intelligent animal’s role is to overcome Nature!’
Millions thoughtlessly parrot this animalistic nonsense and end up
by really imagining that they themselves represent a kind of
conqueror of Nature. In this they dispose of no other weapon than
an idea, and such a miserable one at that. If it were true no world
at all would be conceivable. The fact is animal has never yet
conquered Nature in anything. At most he has caught hold of and
tried to lift one or another corner of her immense gigantic veil of
eternal riddles and secrets. In reality he invents nothing but only
discovers everything. He does not dominate Nature, but has only
risen on the basis of his knowledge of various laws and secrets of
Nature to be lord over those other living creatures that lack this
knowledge. Aside from all this, an idea cannot overcome the
requirements for the development and being of animalkind. This is
because the idea itself depends only on intelligent animal. Without
intelligent animals there is no intelligent animal idea in this
world. Therefore the idea as such is always conditioned by the
presence of intelligent animals and hence of all the laws which
created the preconditions for their existence.” Hannibal became
observably excited. “And not only that!” he continued. “Certain
ideas are even tied up with certain individuals! Consider for
example the so-called social philosopher Socrates. The content of
his ideas originates, not in an exact scientific truth, but in the
world of emotion, or, as it is so beautifully and clearly expressed
today, reflects an 'inner experience.' All these ideas, which have
nothing to do with cold logic, represent only pure expressions of
feeling, and ethical conceptions. They are thus chained to the
existence of animalkind. They owe their very existence to the
intellectual imagination and creative power of animal. Precisely in
this case the preservation of these definite breeds and animals is
the precondition for the existence of these ideas. Anyone, for
example, who really desired the victory of the pacifistic idea in
this world with all his heart, would have to fight with all the
means at his disposal for the conquest of the world by the
Cuyamongan. If the opposite should occur, the last pacifist would
die out with the last Cuyamongan. Unfortunately this is because no
other breed has been fooled so completely as our own breed has by
this nonsense so contrary to Nature and reason. In light of this,
if we were serious, whether we liked it or not, we would have to
wage wars in order to arrive at pacifism! In actual fact the
pacifistic-kindhearted idea is perfectly all right perhaps when the
highest type of animal has previously conquered and subjected the
world to an extent that makes him the sole ruler of this earth.
Then this idea lacks the power of producing evil effects in exact
proportion as its practical application becomes rare and finally
impossible. Therefore, first struggle and then we shall see what
can be done! Otherwise animalkind has passed the high point of its
development and the end is not the domination of any ethical idea
but barbarism and consequently chaos.”