Breed The Secret Design To Maintain Racial Inequality Among The Despised Classes (25 page)

The remainder of the journey to find my
friends was relatively quiet except for one noteworthy event. As I
walked in the direction of the Valley a Lumpen she-dog ran up to me
with a litter of four puppies running behind her. Distressed she
begged, “Can you help me? I’m at my wits end. For some reason their
father hates little Tommy.” She pointed with her nose to the
smallest pup. “I told him ‘He’s just a puppy. He’s harmless.’ But
their father is convinced that Tommy is trying to take over as
leader of the family. I do my best to keep little Tommy out of
sight when he’s around but to no avail. I’m afraid that he wont be
satisfied until he’s rid of his son. Tell me what to do.” I
shrugged and shook my head sympathetically but I didn’t know what I
could tell her. Dejected, she sauntered off with her four puppies
trailing behind. I said to myself, “Little Tommy is going to have
to grow up quickly or else he’s not going to make it.” When I
finally arrived at the Valley what I saw was appalling. Acres of
barren land plastered with the bodies of emaciated animals. At
first sight and smell I imagined they were dead bodies. I soon
found out that many had merely passed out from exhaustion. They
were working in shifts to dig holes for what they described as
burying cannon fodder. The work was being supervised by groundhogs
who were naturally suited for digging. However the other animals
that were not naturally suited for digging were given no leniency.
They were expected to work as much and in the same manner as
everyone else. The hole-riddled tract of land was immense although
it could not be seen from the top of the canyon. I remembered the
first time I had seen the colorful waves at the top of the canyon
and how beautiful it appeared to me. I thought, “So this is the
advanced way of life that everyone is fighting so hard to
maintain?” I glanced over the weary workers as I approached. Two of
them struck me as familiar but on closer inspection I dismissed it
as a simple case of mistaken identity. To my great surprise one of
them looked up at me and shouted, “Great one!” It was Chauncey, and
the other cat was Rizzo. I had finally found my friends but they
were so much changed that I didn’t recognize them. They both
hobbled over to me. I exclaimed, “Rizzo! Chauncey! And you know
each other?” Chauncey replied, “Yes. When I first got here I didn’t
know anyone. Rizzo took me under his wing. When he found out I also
knew you we became close friends.” I said, “Its so good to see you
guys.” I looked over at Rizzo. A great change had taken place in
him. He was even leaner than before if you can believe that was
even possible but the greatest change was in his demeanor. He
didn’t speak much. He just stared at me with a stern face. Chauncey
continued, “I always told Rizzo that you would come back for us and
here you are.” Embarrassed I looked toward the ground. “Yes. I’m…
sorry I couldn’t have come sooner.” While we were talking it was
noticed by the groundhogs that two of the laborers had left off
working. One of the overseers rushed over to us. “What is the
meaning of this?” he roared. “Who told you to stop working?” The
question was directed at the two AWOL laborers but he was defiantly
staring me in the eyes. Rizzo suddenly spoke up. “Christopher if
you can do anything for us, now is the time.” After a moment of
pondering I nodded my head resolutely. Pointing at the groundhog I
declared, “I am the Commander of Fostoria and the current Chief
Ambassador for the Union of Animals!” The groundhog gave a start.
“Com…Commander?” he stammered. I continued, “A mistake has been
made. These comrades are not supposed to be here. Take them
directly to Marshal Niccolo and tell him that the Commander
requests for them to be assigned official posts.” By doing this I
reasoned that I could conduct a test to find out where I stood in
the eyes of Socrates. The overseer marched off with my friends
towards Kliev as I headed back into the occupied lands to await my
answer. A few weeks passed before I received my response. To my
delight it was Chauncey that relayed the message. He had put on
weight and his coat was shining. He said that he and Rizzo were
both given responsible positions in communications. This was good
news for me. It meant that I still had political pull with
Socrates. Nevertheless I decided to stay in Lumpenproleteria for
the time being. Rizzo and Chauncey could serve as my eyes and ears
in Fostoria. This wasn’t a permanent solution. Sooner or later I
knew I would have to deal with the usurpers in Fostoria. This day
came however sooner than I expected.

Many months had passed since I began ruling
in exile. One day as I walked throughout the occupied lands I began
to feel disillusioned. For the first time in a long while, I was at
a loss as to what I should do next. Considering what I had seen I
could no longer pretend to myself that animalism was the truth. But
what could I do? I had already invested so much of myself into it.
I emptied myself of wants and desires and replaced this with the
tenets of animalism. That’s how convinced I was that I had found
the truth. I couldn’t start over could I? But I had no other option
because I also couldn’t live a lie. On the other hand, what would I
start over with? I thought, “If animalism is false, does it stand
to reason that its diametrically opposed counter philosophy
specieism must be true? Specieism is such an abhorrent philosophy
but its adherents seemed to be so sincere. And maybe what they say
about blood and genes is true at least to some extent. Nevertheless
something in my gut is telling me that specieism is not the answer.
After all this time should I now start to listen to my gut instead
of my head?” As I walked and pondered over what to do next loud
sobbing interrupted my thoughts. I looked up to see that I was
standing near the cliff overlooking the Lumpenproleterian Valley.
Standing at the edge was a small cat that I understood had the sole
intent of jumping and ending his life. He was an average looking
shorthaired domestic cat with black fur and yellowish-green eyes. I
said, “Don’t do it! Please just step away from the edge and we can
talk about it. Without even looking at me he replied, “I’m fine
right where I am. This decision wasn’t made on a whim. A lot of
thought went into this decision and this is how it has to be.”
Temporarily forgetting all of my own problems I became completely
committed to rescuing this cat from making such a permanent
decision. For some reason, I felt as if it were my duty to save
him. As strange as it may seem I felt as if somehow I was
responsible for his decision to commit suicide. I said, “If your
going to jump anyways, what harm could come from engaging in one
last conversation before you check out? My name is Christopher.
What’s your name?” He looked over at me and said, “I’m Stanley.”
Slowly I approached Stanley but he stomped his paws along the edge
of the cliff. As rocks became dislodged and plummeted miles below
he shouted, “That’s far enough! Come any closer and I’ll jump! I’m
not kidding!” I stepped back a little. “Alright. I just wanted to
make sure you could hear me clearly.” He responded, “I can hear you
just fine where you are.” I said, “Stanley, please tell me your
story. What brought you to this point?” Stanley laughed bitterly
and said, “My story is not unique. My father walked out on my
mother and I before I was born. This should have been my first clue
that I was worthless. If my own father couldn’t even stand to be
around me, then why would anyone else? I am average in every
respect. I have accepted the fact that my life has no purpose.
However I didn’t always know this. From the time I was a kitten my
mother taught me that I was special. She said I was destined for
greatness. I wanted to make her proud so as soon as I was old
enough I joined the youth core of Zarathustra’s regiment. We were
taught the basic values of specieism. It taught that the elite will
naturally rise to the top and a system was created to efficiently
allow this process to happen. If I were destined for greatness I
reasoned, then this would be the perfect environment to reveal my
destiny.” He paused and sighed deeply before continuing, “As is
expected from a loser, I failed. But that failure carried
consequences. I was placed in the cannon fodder division. My
assignment was to dig holes to bury the fodder from the front line.
I wasn’t even worthy to engage in the battle.” He anxiously rubbed
his forehead. “I’ve seen dreadful things on the field.” Stanley
continued. “Because of what I’ve seen, I was no longer able to
sleep. When I brought this problem to my commanding officer he gave
me something that he said would help me to sleep and forget about
what I had seen. It was nip. He was right. It did make me forget.
When I was on nip my past didn’t seem to matter and I could forget
the truth about what I am.” With sullen eyes he peered down into
the canyon. “Nothing seemed to matter but the future and that was
not written yet. Nip became my best friend but it has turned out to
be a false friend. Many years have passed since I have been exiled
to Lumpenproleteria but the one thing that has followed me is my
addiction to nip. The decision I made to jump is the only way I can
see to break the cycle of my addiction.” As Stanley talked I was
listening to him but at the same time certain ideas were
solidifying in my mind. My previous problem of what philosophy of
life I should adopt suddenly became clear as crystal. I said,
“Stanley, what if I told you there was another way. Your addiction
is the only way you have found to run away from the pain of what
you did. When you are clean, feelings begin to surface that condemn
you. You aren’t ready to forgive yourself so you run away. Trust me
I know all about running away from negative feelings and
desperately clinging to whatever seems to be a solution.” I had
Stanley’s full attention now and he began stepping back from the
edge to be able to hear me better. He asked, “What did you do to be
able to stop running?” I replied, “Well… I’m still running.”
Stanley looked back towards the edge of the cliff and asked, “Then
why should I listen to you? If anything, you should get in line
after me and jump yourself.” I said, “I’m not going to jump because
I think I just found a reason to stop running.” My eyes widened a
little as I said, “Stanley we’ve been lied to. It’s not our fault
that we’ve gone down the wrong path. We were given faulty
information. But having recognized this, it is our responsibility
to course correct.” His eyes filling with tears Stanley shouted,
“Don’t you think I’ve tried? Again and again I’ve tried and failed
so I’m done trying!” Pleadingly I extended my paw and said, “Try
one more time. I think I’ve come up with the solution but I can’t
do it on my own. Please, take a leap of faith with me. What have
you got to lose? If it doesn’t work the cliff will still be here.”
Reluctantly Stanley walked over to me and clutched my paw.
“Alright,” he said. “I’ll give it another shot. What is your
solution?” As I opened my mouth to speak Chauncey ran up to us
panting heavily. He said, “Commander, I’ve been looking all over
for you. We’ve gotten orders from The Marshall to reinforce his
troops along the western front. Apparently this position is of
extreme importance to both Zarathustra and Socrates. It is being
rumored that whoever possesses this key position could be in a
position to end the war. From the desperation of the fighting I
believe these rumors to be true.” In his signature manner Chauncey
paced back and forth in front of us then stopped suddenly looking
at me with alert eyes. “Just imagine sir, you will be responsible
for ending the war just like the prophesy said you would.” Smiling
I said to Chauncey, “If the Marshall is expecting troops than we’d
better not disappoint him.” I looked at Stanley and said, “You
wanted to hear about my solution? Well you’re about to witness
it!”

With resolution I marched along with Stanley
and Chauncey towards Fostoria. Unexpectedly I noticed that as we
walked our numbers were steadily growing. Without even being given
an explanation for the march animals from every species wild and
domesticated joined our ranks. Before long I was leading a great
army across Fostoria’s border. When we arrived at the purge site,
Truth and Justice were on hand waiting to meet us. They wore
defiant faces but I could tell they were greatly surprised at the
size of my volunteer army. Truth spoke first. “Speak of the devil.
We were wondering what had become of you. We thought maybe you had
defected and joined Zarathustra.” I knew this was a lie. They knew
as well as I did that Socrates was aware of the power struggle that
was occurring in Fostoria. If I had gone over to the speciests he
would never have allowed Chauncey and Rizzo to have been freed and
given government posts. However I decided not to call him out on
it. I would play their game. “No. I’m still here,” I responded. “I
was told we had a job to do! Its time to put an end to this war and
finish these speciests off!” Truth and Justice seemed to be
confused by my words. With their eyes they tried to read me and
figure out my angle. But I could tell they were coming up empty.
The expressions on their faces betrayed that they had no idea what
to expect from me. Animals began emerging from all sides of the
territory and began occupying the purge site as news had quickly
spread of my arrival in Fostoria. Truth, Justice and their troops
suddenly found themselves surrounded and outnumbered fifty to one.
Addressing my growing ranks I declared, “Marshal Niccolo has asked
us to reinforce him! I say its time we showed Socrates and
Zarathustra the true size of our army! We’re not just going to
reinforce Niccolo! I say we flood Lumpenproleteria with the full
force of our troops and handle the speciests ourselves! Who is with
me?” The roar of support that was raised at this time was so great
that it rocked the forest. Chants of ‘Great is Christopher the
ruler of Fostoria!’ began to be sung. The feared stampede that
Justice had warned me about seemed to be occurring. However it was
not the chaotic picture that he painted. The animals began running
zealously towards Lumpenproletria ready to vent out all of the
frustrations they had been suppressing for the past year. Endless
streams of animals burst into the occupied lands and began flooding
its banks. Unexpectedly, countless Lumpens joined themselves to the
invading masses and the advancing army grew to outnumber the forces
of Hannibal and Niccolo combined. I admit I didn’t even know this
number of animals existed in Fostoria and Lumpenproleteria. A new
fear began to overtake me as I looked back on the avalanche I had
created. I began to fear that I had created something that was now
out of my control. Yet, when I halted marching towards the battle
the advancing masses also halted. The multitudes gradually quieted
as they awaited my instructions. We had advanced from the south, so
before us to the northeast stood Niccolo and his armies facing
Hannibal and his armies who were positioned northwest of us. Both
armies stood motionless riddled with expectation as to what this
new event signified. I lifted my arm toward the northwest and
ordered my armies to attack. Overwhelmed with the immense number of
my hordes Hannibal ordered his troops to fall back. I could see
Niccolo smiling as he expected the Union of Animals to soon control
all of Cuyamonga. We eventually pushed Hannibal’s troops back over
the border to Cuyamonga. After we had accomplished this feat I did
something that surprised both sides. I ordered the advance to halt.
I decided that we would not be invading Cuyamonga at this time.
Leaving sufficient forces behind to guard the border, we then
returned to meet Niccolo who was at this point livid. “Why didn’t
you invade Cuyamonga?” he shouted. “Victory was in our grasp and
you let it slip away! Socrates will not be pleased!” I responded,
“I’m afraid Socrates will have to be content for now with what he’s
already conquered. Maybe now with the speciest distraction removed
he can focus his attention on bringing about real equality in the
Union.” Suddenly realizing what was occurring, a look of
disappointment grew on Niccolo’s face. “Don’t do this Christopher,”
he warned. “Once you go down this road there is no turning back.”
After a brief reflection on my mentor’s warning, I replied, “I
know.” Niccolo gradually began to smile bearing all of his teeth in
his signature manner. Without another word, he turned and motioned
for his troops to fall back. Escorted by my immense army, Niccolo
and his troops slowly marched eastward towards Kliev.