Breed The Secret Design To Maintain Racial Inequality Among The Despised Classes (3 page)

When I awoke I had the sensation of having
slept a long time. My body was fully rested and all the excitement
of the previous day seemed to have happened in the distant past. As
I stretched, I noticed that both Vincent and Josie were also waking
up. Something seemed different about the day. It felt as if things
were indeed going to be perfect from this point on. I remembered
Josie’s assurance from last night and laughed to myself. I could
hear steps approaching and then a voice. “Are you guys hungry?” It
was Jeffery Chambers. My mouth began watering as he filled our
communal bowl to the brim with moist pellets of food. The three of
us all reacted simultaneously running up to the bowl with tails
wagging. Vincent and I stopped short as Josie buried her face in
food. She ate her fill then ran off satisfied still leaving a feast
for Vincent and I. We both paused to see what the other would do. I
acted first lowered my head and began eating greedily. I then felt
an affectionate rub as Vincent pressed his head against mine and
began to eat right along side me. Although the bowl was to small
for the both of our heads to reach inside and not touch, it wasn’t
a problem. Things were going to be ok. It was like when we were
little. After our post meal nap we were feeling very much full of
energy and in need of a release. I suggested a game of chase and
run and all were in agreement. We must have played for hours but it
seemed like only a few minutes because we were having so much fun.
Finally we decided to take a break, as something had caught Josie’s
eye in the corner. It was a white plastic bag used for carrying
groceries. It must have fallen on the ground unnoticed and been
pushed into the corner. Josie quickly approached it and pulled it
into the center of the room. Vincent and I watched as she managed
to fit her entire head into the hole of the bag. She was curious to
see what was on the inside. Suddenly there was a loud strike on the
wall from a neighboring apartment and it must have startled Josie
because she jumped and began running with the bag over her head.
She loudly crashed into a group of metal folding chairs, which made
the loud reverberating sound of something hard striking metal. The
sound only startled her more as she ran in the opposite direction
with the bag still on her head and ran right into the wooden door.
The Chambers had invited some guests over and they began laughing
loudly at this spectacle. The commotion just caused Josie to panic
more and she finally came to a stop wedging her panting terrified
body behind the couch in the darkness. We watched as Jeffery moved
the couch then proceeded to pick her up. He removed the bag and
began consoling her. When he put her down she ran furiously and hid
under our table in the darkness. We immediately joined her. As I
pressed my body against hers to comfort her, I could feel her
heartbeat racing a million miles a minute. Gradually it slowed
until finally, it beat normally. Josie sighed deeply and
sobbed.

Despite these sudden bursts of excitement the
weeks passed quickly and calmly. A feeling of lasting contentment
seemed to be shared by all in the apartment. Maybe Josie and
Vincent were right and there was nothing to worry about after all.
However, one day something changed. We began noticing cardboard
boxes being accumulated and Josephine Chambers was busier than
usual working and filling these boxes with various items. The
feeling of change began to prick me. I didn’t like what was
happening although I couldn’t quite understand what was going on
and why I didn’t like it. Vincent and Josie played and slept as if
nothing were changing. I approached Vincent and asked, “Have you
noticed our caretakers acting strange lately?” “No.” He quickly
replied. I said, “I have a strange feeling that something bad is
about to happen but I don’t know what. I’ve also been getting a
strange vibe from Jeffery Chambers when he strokes my back. Its
almost as if he’s apologizing for something he’s done or is about
to do.” “Here we go again,” said Vincent impatiently. “With you,
the bowl is always half empty. Maybe your right and something is
about to change, but why does it immediately have to be a bad
change? Why cant it be something good that’s about to happen?”
Josie walked up to us inquisitively. “What’s going on?” she asked.
“Ol’ Doom and Gloom here, is predicting a calamity,” said Vincent
sarcastically. I felt irritated. “I was only suggesting that maybe
we should be prepared for a change,” I responded defensively. Josie
looked compassionately at me then said, “Don’t worry Christopher.
Everything is going to be alright.” Then she rubbed her body
against mine in passing and walked away. “See,” said Vincent. “I’m
not the only one who thinks you’re worrying yourself
unnecessarily.” “Maybe your right,” I said unconvincingly. I then
turned to walk away. I thought back to the time when we first came
to this apartment and of Vincent’s reaction to being in a new
place. At that time our roles were reversed. “I guess this memory
slipped his mind,” I thought.

One day there was a loud knock on the door.
All movement in the room suddenly stopped and everyone looked
toward the door. There was a long pause, and then the knock was
repeated. This time Josephine Chambers sprang to her feet and went
to the door. She opened the door and a woman entered carrying three
metal cages, which immediately reminded me of my ordeal at the vet.
I quickly ran under the desk and Josie and Vincent instinctively
sensing danger followed me. “What’s happening?” asked Josie. I
peeked out and around the corner to see Jeffery Chambers walking
toward us. Jeffery reached under the table and began pulling us out
by our legs. Although we were being forced against our will we
didn’t dare strike out at Jeffery Chambers. He was our protector.
“If he was responsible for whatever was about to happen then it had
to be for our benefit,” we kept telling ourselves. After the three
of us were placed into the cage a blanket was placed over the cage
blocking out all light. We then felt movement as our cage was
lifted and we were being transported. Our cage was placed into a
vehicle and the next thing you know we are driving down the road. I
recognized the feeling from when I came back from the vet’s office.
After traveling forever and a day, I whispered to Vincent in the
dark, “What are we going to do? Do you have a plan?” He just
whispered back, “There’s really nothing we can do. We just have to
wait and find out where we are going to end up. You know, like last
time.” I had enough. I indignantly said, “I’m not just going to see
where I end up. Not this time. This time I’m going to take action,”
although I had no idea what action that was. I began pacing up and
down the cage. “How could Jeffery Chambers do this to me?” I
lamented. “Doesn’t he know how much I need him? Betrayal is a part
of life I have come to accept. But not from you Jeffery! Not from
you!” My eyes began to fill with tears and I felt something strange
happening. The warm sensation that always accompanied my thoughts
of Jeffery Chambers began to change. Anger began to bubble up into
my heart. I felt an intense desire to revenge myself on Jeffery
Chambers if it was the last thing I did. I could fill pressure
building in my head as if it were about to explode then I felt that
familiar ringing in my ears. My body began to spasm and you could
hear my bones knocking loudly against the metal bars of the cage. I
could hear our capturer say something as she moved the car to the
side of the road. As the blanket was quickly snatched from the cage
light fluttered in at us in all directions. Our cage was opened and
I could feel the fresh sensation of outside air. It quickly revived
me and I leaped out of the cage onto the woman that had abducted
us. Instinctively she shielded her face with her arms but I was not
aiming at her face. I jumped onto her shoulder and bounded off of
her onto the moist pavement. She turned to come after me but she
then looked back at the opened cage. I signaled for Vincent and
Josie to follow me but they just stood there frozen. As she turned
to lock the cage I darted into the woods that lie on the side of
the road. I would never see my siblings again.

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

I walked deeper into the woods, as I heard my
abductor approaching. She was relentless. No matter how far in I
traveled, when I stopped for a moment I could hear her footsteps
pursuing me. Finally I decided to break into a gallop. I would run
fast and hard until I was sure she had turned back. So I ran for
what seemed to be ages. I didn’t know where I was going I just knew
I had to keep running. After I felt I had run a great distance, I
began to feel safe from my pursuer. “She surely must have turn back
by now. I have penetrated too far into this unknown area.” As the
realization of how far I had penetrated began to sink into my mind,
a new feeling emerged. The feeling of safety for having escaped
capture quickly began to be replaced with feelings of insecurity. I
stopped and hid behind a large tree. “I must listen to confirm that
I am safe,” I decided. My ears moved slightly and adjusted to take
in my new environment. I listened but all was silent in the
direction of my pursuer. Gradually my ears began twitching and were
drawn in the opposite direction. I could hear faint voices. I began
walking toward these voices and as I did they became louder. It
sounded almost like shouting but it was not quite shouting. As I
continued to walk toward the voice I could here it distinctly now.
The voice said, “That filthy mutt! Bandit is a grimy mutt!” Another
voice agreed adding, “That mutt is skanless. I never liked that
mutt anyways.” A third voice chimed in, “See mutts these days… They
don’t understand. Ill snuff a mutt. I don’t care!” As the voices
continued to discuss the subject of mutts and their views on them,
the branch I was leaning against gave way and broke. I tumbled down
the sloped ground and into the clearing where there stood a large
group of cats, some standing others lying down lazily. The cats
that were having the unintelligible conversation approached me, and
the largest one asked, “What do we have here? What’s crackin mutt?”
I just looked at him. “Was he asking me a question?” I wondered.
Apparently offended by my silence one of the cats that was standing
in the crowd but watching attentively as the scene unfolded ran up
to me menacingly. “Do we have a problem? You’re too good to talk to
us? Gonzo asked you what’s crackin? You think you’re better than
us?” He shot these questions out rapidly without waiting for a
response. He now began walking around me staring me threateningly
in the eyes. I looked him in the eyes, not out of defiance but
simply out of curiosity because I didn’t understand what was
happening. Apparently making eye contact was the wrong thing to do
because his face became changed. His eyes widened and his angry
expression transformed into one of extreme rage. His eyes watered
and turned red and he began shouting angrily “Mutts is crazy! They
don’t understand! I’m no civilian! Ill snatch a mutt up!!” Suddenly
Gonzo came to my aid stepping in front of the cat and saying, “Naw,
he’s cool. He just didn’t understand me. What’s your name?” I
replied “I’m Christopher.” Suddenly all in the crowd began to break
out in loud laughter. All except the cat that threatened me that
is. He paced off to the side, still fuming and trying to calm down.
“That’s a stupid name!” shouted someone from the crowd. “He’s right
it is a stupid name,” agreed Gonzo. “How bout we call you Bully?
Because you just punked that mutt Chavo and put him in his place.”
Again thunderous laughter erupted from the crowd. This was too much
for Chavo to take. He rushed at me bearing his fangs. I stepped
back, ready to beat a retreat but before Chavo got anywhere near me
he was pushed back into the crowd by three or four powerful cats.
“You hungry Bully?” Gonzo asked, tossing a large chunk of mystery
meat from an unidentifiable carcass at my feet. Everyone looked at
me as if this was some type of initiation. The meat smelled really
bad and part of it was discolored as if it had already begun to
rot. “This is prime,” said Chavo burying his face in the side of
the carcass. He noisily tore away part of the green flesh and began
chewing. Again all eyes were on me. I bent down and sniffed a
section that looked to be the freshest. As I wrinkled my nose I
could see some of the crowd becoming angry. However as I sunk my
teeth into the flesh and began chewing the anger dissipated and
everyone looked very contented. I succeeded in forcing this meat
down my throat trying not to breath in the smell of it. But it was
impossible. My eyes began watering and my stomach turned. “You want
more?” asked Gonzo. I quickly shook my head. “No thanks.” Some of
the cats dragged the carcass away and I could hear loud smacking
noises as the majority of the crowd surrounded this meal. “Before
you came we was talking about this mutt named Bandit. He thinks
he’s better than us because we’s mixed breeds,” said Gonzo. “He’s a
mixed breed too but someone told him he looks like a pure breed.
Since then he walks around like he’s better. I fought that mutt
five times and beat him twice.” Suddenly Gonzo began to get worked
up just as Chavo had earlier. “Just talking about that mutt pisses
me off. That’s it I’m fin to get dat mutt. You down?” asked Gonzo,
looking to the cat on his right. The cat nodded. “You down?” he
repeated, looking to the cat on his left. This cat also nodded. He
then looked at me. “You down Bully?” I quickly nodded. He said, “So
tonight we’ll meet at the rocks and we’ll whoop him and teach him a
lesson right?” He was addressing everyone but he looked at me
awaiting a response. “I can’t come,” I said. “Then you ain’t down!”
exclaimed Gonzo. With that the cats marched off muttering to
themselves, “He ain’t down!” I once again found myself alone.