Breed The Secret Design To Maintain Racial Inequality Among The Despised Classes (4 page)

Before I could decide my next move, another
loud conversation caught my attention. Someone was definitely being
shouted at this time and in a most humiliating way. “I said get
over here now!” thundered the voice. I looked to see a
multi-colored calico cat sternly pointing to the ground just in
front of him. His gray eyes were locked on a white mixed breed dog
standing some distance from him. The dog lowered his head in shame
and slowly walked towards the cat. When the dog finally reached him
the cat seized him violently by the collar and jerked his head down
so that they were at eye level. The cat then quickly attached a
leather leash to his collar and proceeded to beat him with the end
of the leash. I shuddered as the humiliating scene unfolded. With
one paw the cat was clutching the collar and with the other he was
beating his victim. All the while he shouted, “When I call you, you
come immediately! Do! You! Un! Der! Stand! Me?” With each syllable
he loudly struck the dog in his face. I began frowning as I heard
the poor dog yelping in pain each time he was mercilessly beat.
Suddenly the cat looked over at me with indignation in his eyes.
“What?” he shouted angrily. “He’s my property! He has to learn who
the master is!” The cat turned and walked away, occasionally
jerking on the leash as the dog followed submissively. I shook my
head in bewilderment at what I had just witnessed. “How could an
animal treat another animal like that?” Suddenly I noticed a crowd
of animals that were gathering to my left. They were present even
while the white dog was being beaten but I almost didn’t notice
them as my mind was distracted. They seemed to be in dispute with
some officials. Two large black cats were demanding to see their
papers. “These tags are expired!” exclaimed one of the officials.
“That’s impossible sir. We were issued these tags just a couple of
hours ago,” protested a raccoon. “See for yourself. They expired
fifteen minutes ago,” said the official displaying the tag
prominently in the eyes of the raccoon. “You can’t remain in
Cuyamonga with expired tags. I have to give you a fine and you need
to get temporary travel tags.” Suddenly a fox who was among the
animals exclaimed, “This is madness!” “Calm yourself,” warned one
of the officials sternly. “It’s alright. Calm down,” whispered a
jackrabbit. “It’s not alright! And I won’t calm down!” shouted the
fox. “He wants to send us to the registry at the other end of
Cuyamonga to get temporary travel tags so that we can pass through
Lumpenproleteria. The only problem is that by the time we get to
the registry it will be closed. That doesn’t really matter though
because the temporary tags would have expired by the time we
crossed Lumpenproleteria to reach Fostoria!” Someone asked, “Wait,
why do we need to go to Fostoria?” “Because,” exclaimed the
indignant fox, “The registry in Fostoria is the only location
authorized to issue us permits to work in Cuyamonga! This is the
fifth time I have had to go through this humiliating process which
seems purposely designed to keep certain animals from settling in
any one area!” “You were warned!” shouted the official. They
proceeded to arrest the fox and place him in a cage. “Anyone else
want to disturb the peace of Cuyamonga?” exclaimed one of the black
cats. His eyes flashed across the crowd threateningly. “I didn’t
think so. Now go and get your temporary tags before I have you all
arrested for overstaying your permits!” I decided to duck behind a
rock until these officials left the area. As I sat there alone, I
became absorbed in my thoughts. “What kind of place is this? I’ve
never seen such strange behavior from animals before. True, this is
my first real exposure to foreign animals but I would never have
imagined that they could behave so strangely.” I suddenly became
aware that I was not alone after all. Standing off to the side
staring at me curiously was one of the cats that were present
during my encounter with the hostile cats. “Hello,” I said. “Are
you him?” He asked hopefully. This cat seemed different than the
other strangers I had met. He had a calmer demeanor and a less
aggressive manner of speech. I just looked back, not sure of how to
answer considering that I was in a strange place with different
customs. I now knew from experience that the wrong response or
reaction could cause these inhabitants to fly into a rage. “Him?” I
repeated inquisitively. “Yes. The Great One. According to the
prophecy he will come from a far away realm and bring peace to the
land. He will solve all of our problems and teach us how to live.
So again I ask, are you him?” I was in a foreign land with hostile
natives and nowhere to spend the night. I thought, “If I tell him I
am this Great One, I’m guaranteed to be taken in by this creature
and given the royal treatment at that.” I asked myself, “Am I
capable of deceiving this naive creature?” Looking him directly in
the eyes I replied, “No. I am not him. Sorry friend.” With that I
turned to walk away. But he responded loudly “I don’t believe you!”
Astounded I turned back around to face him. “What do you mean you
don’t believe me?” He said, “I think you are the Great One but
maybe you just don’t know it yet. You see you fit the description
of the Great One. My name is Chauncey by the way, and it’s obvious
to me that you are from another realm. When you were speaking with
the citizens of Cuyamonga you reacted like a stranger. At first I
thought, ‘Maybe he’s from the outer territories or possibly even
one of Socrates’ spies.’ But as you continued to speak it became
apparent to me that you aren’t even from Kliev. You must be from
another realm. Tell me if I’m wrong. Where are you from?” Now
obviously I couldn’t exactly answer that question with any accuracy
being that I wasn’t exactly sure myself. My silence was all the
confirmation he needed. From the satisfied look on his face I could
tell there was nothing I could say that would convince him
otherwise. “You see Great One,” he continued. “There’s nothing in
the prophecy that says The Great One would recognize immediately
that he is the Great One. Your not being able to recognize who you
are, just confirms the prophecy.” “Tell me about this prophecy.” I
implored. “I’ll tell you, on the way to meet the others,” he
replied. “Others? What others?” “Oh you didn’t think I was the only
one awaiting your arrival did you? There are animals waiting to
receive you from Fostoria to as faraway as Kliev, which is
Socrates’ territory.” “Where am I?” I wondered. “And who is this
Socrates? This is the second time he is mentioning him.” However I
had to pace myself. Hopefully all of my questions would be answered
in due time. “You see,” Chauncey continued. “Once upon a time there
was a prophet and he spoke of a cat that would change the world. He
would put an end to the war, and all animals no matter what
species, would live together in peace and harmony. All animals
would be equal so there would be no more need to fight. At first he
just spread the message to all of the inhabitants of Zarathustra's
territory of Cuyamonga and only to cats. But as his message began
to spread he began speaking to dogs, squirrels, rabbits, and birds.
He spoke to any animal that would listen.” As we walked Chauncey
would frequently slow down or stop altogether to explain a
particular part of the story that he found intriguing. He stopped
and looked at me with wide excited eyes. “Then one day the
unthinkable happened!” He paused. “The prophet crossed into
Socrates' territory of Kliev and continued to spread his message.
Many animals listened to him and believed that what he was saying
was possible. Of course not everyone accepted his message. Some
animals benefit from the current state of inequality.” What
Chauncey was saying was very interesting to me because I had my own
thoughts on equality remembering back to those disagreements with
Vincent and Josie. “Can you take me to that prophet? I would like
to speak to him?” I asked. “Oh he disappeared a long time ago.
Zarathustra finally tired of his prophesying.” He said this
mournfully but also as if it were to be expected. As we walked we
passed many disturbing sights. For example I saw dogs on leashes
that were being led by cats. I also saw some cats on leashes and
some in cages. I tried not to stand out too much so I tried to hide
my look of shock at these sights. Suddenly just ahead a crowd
started to form along a wide path that cut through the woods. On
both sides of the path cats were pressing in on each other trying
to get a glimpse of what was going on in the path. “What’s that?” I
said inquisitively pointing my nose in the direction of the crowd.
“I don’t know? Lets have a look.” Chauncey replied. As we
approached we heard excited voices saying, “There he is!” Another
voice replied, “Where? I don’t see anything.” And a third voice
declared, “He’s even bigger than I expected him to be.” Chauncey
nudged one of the bystanders and asked, “What’s going on?” The cat
responded, “Hannibal just passed through here with some of his
troops. Shame you missed it. Its not everyday you get a chance to
see history in the making.” With that we continued on our way but
just as I was about to ask Chauncey about what we had just
witnessed I heard a loud authoritative shout directed at us. “Halt
you two!! Where are your papers?” Two large black cats that marched
in unison quickly approached us and began sniffing us
threateningly. One of them seized Chauncey by his collar and began
examining a metal tag that was attached. “You are from the lower
district?” He asked gruffly. Before even letting him answer he
commanded, “Be on your way!” “What about this one? He doesn’t even
have a collar,” said the other official. “Better bring him with us.
The leader can’t afford any loose ends at this stage of the
campaign.” Chauncey protested, “Sirs this is…” “Did we ask for your
input?” shouted the first official interrupting Chauncey in the
middle of his sentence. Chauncey put his head down and sadly walked
away. “Your coming with us!” commanded the officials in unison and
they placed a black hood over my head. With that they led me away.
I was marched to the point of exhaustion, up hills, down narrow
paths and even through what seemed to be narrow tunnels. When we
finally came to a stop and the hood was roughly wrenched from off
my head I was in a room. It was very dark. The two officials were
standing by the door. Sitting across from me was another official
but you could tell from his posture and also the way the other two
officials avoided eye contact with him that he was their superior.
He looked at me and said, “We just need to ask you a few questions
and I want you to think very carefully about how you’re about to
answer these questions, because your future depends upon it.” He
paused. “Now who are you and where are you from?” Truthfully at
this point, I was unsure of how to respond. Was I Christopher,
Bully, the Great One?” I meditated for a while and then said, “I am
the Great One. I am from another realm.” Upon hearing my response
the guards by the door burst out in laughter. It wasn’t the
reaction I was expecting but at least it didn’t cause them to fly
into a rage. The face of the commanding officer remained unchanged.
He shot a sharp glance over at the guards and they immediately
stopped laughing. “Leave us!” He commanded. And without another
word they both exited and closed the door tight behind them. The
commanding officer looked at me calmly with a serious expression on
his face. “Let me tell you a story,” he began. “Once upon a time
there was a superior breed of pure blood felines. They were perfect
in body and mind and they ruled the world wisely and justly. The
lower breeds looked to them for instruction and they gave it. The
land was at peace and nature was content because all life forms
were in perfect balance. Then one day a mutant cat with a sick
twisted mind came along and decided to throw this balance out of
order. His uprisings cost my ancestors the purity of our blood and
our lifespan was greatly reduced as a result of the mixing of
breeds. But as sad as it was, it happened long ago in ancient
times. Now let’s talk about the present. A great cat was born in
our day who recognized the injustice perpetrated on our breed. His
name is Zarathustra. He could have resigned himself to just
safeguarding this knowledge and insuring that future generations
also had access to it. But this wasn’t enough for him. He set off
to put right what was made wrong so many ages ago. Equipped with
nothing but sure willpower, he was able to rise to glory and take
control of the future of our breed. This was not an easy task but
he rose to the challenge and accepted it.” He paused. “Now, one of
the difficulties encountered when developing the master breed is
that you have a lot of waste products, which take the form of
sub-animals or vermin. I’m sure you noticed some of these, as you
walked throughout the territory. These sub-animals have a
corrupting influence on society and especially on our youth because
the young are so impressionable. For example did you notice that
some of these lower breed cats call each other mutt?” He said this
word ‘mutt’ with a look of utter disgust. “Do you know what this
means?” I shook my head. “It is a diminutive slur for dogs. But
they are not ashamed of it. They actually call each other mutts as
if being a mutt is something to be proud of. Other animals have
picked up this habit and now lower breed cats, and vermin from many
species can be found calling each other mutts.” The commanding
officer shook his head in irritation. “Another example of
corruption is the way these sub-animals cross the highway defiantly
almost daring vehicles to strike them. Flattened corpses can be
seen littering the highway. One would think this would serve as a
caution and a reminder of our mortality but on them it has the very
opposite effect. In the twisted minds of these sub-animals, the
danger adds to the allure of crossing defiantly. The corpses serve
as a proof of their courage and boldness in crossing the dangerous
road. Our youth admire this boldness and aspire to be like these
sub-animals. Have you ever heard such nonsense?” exclaimed the
commanding officer. “These are just two examples of corruption.
There are many others. You may wonder why we don’t just eliminate
this corrupting influence. Believe me, there are many who feel that
this is the only solution. But you see…” The officer shrugged.
“There are too many of them. Exterminating so many animals at once
would create too much of a scandal. In his wisdom Zarathustra has
devised various means of cleansing our breed without creating too
much resistance. One of these means is called Anesthesis. An
operative was selected from the higher breeds of our society and he
was given a message to deliver to the lower breeds. This message
was specially scripted to be very appealing to these lower breeds.
It talked about love and peace and all kinds of other absurd
nonsense that only a lower being could accept. His mission was to
spread the message to the cats in Cuyamonga only. But as he recited