Breed The Secret Design To Maintain Racial Inequality Among The Despised Classes (9 page)

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

The following day I was awakened by the sound
of crying. I ran to the creek to find two dogs roughing up a
familiar looking cat as Justice stood off to the side supervising.
The cat locked eyes with me and screeched, “Great One! Help me!” It
was Chauncey. I couldn’t believe it. What was he doing in Fostoria?
I shouted to the dogs, “What is the meaning of this? This is my
friend. Release him at once!” One of the dogs looked over to his
supervisor. Justice nodded and Chauncey was released. I ran up to
Justice and yelled, “Why were you beating up on my friend?” With
tired eyes Justice looked at me and patiently replied, “Your
friend, is an illegal alien trespassing from an enemy land
Commander.” He said ‘Commander’ with a hint of sarcasm in his
voice. “As the ruler of Fostoria I am officially granting him
asylum. Let’s go Chauncey,” I said, motioning for Chauncey to
follow me. Justice quietly but sternly replied, “I can’t allow
that. We’re not finished with the interrogation sir.” Immediately
both of the dogs began to growl. I approached the Siamese cat
looked him in the eyes and said, “Am I or am I not in charge?”
Justice replied, “You are in charge Commander but no one can
interfere with the purge not even Socrates. If he is who you say he
is then he has nothing to worry about. We will leave you alone with
him but until we can confirm that he is not a threat we cannot
release him.” The dogs tied a rope around his neck and then tied
the other end around a tree. The interrogators departed leaving us
alone. I said, “Chauncey I am so sorry about all of this. I will
have you released as soon as possible. What are you doing in
Fostoria?” Still panting heavily from the interrogation Chauncey
said, “Zarathustra found out that I had a part in your escape from
Cuyamonga so he had me banished to Lumpenproletaria. Living
conditions there were unbearable. I quickly became a refugee and
decided to enter Fostoria. I should be surprised to see that you
are running the show in such a short period of time but I’m not
surprised at all. I would expect no less from the Great One.” I
looked sympathetically at Chauncey. “If it weren’t for you I’d
still be locked up in one of Zarathustra’s cells. If anyone
deserves this title it’s you.” Chauncey smiled and said, “There can
only be one Great One and your him.” Chauncey’s unwavering belief
in me was astonishing. What made him so certain that I was this
Great One? As we were talking, some citizens… I mean some comrades
approached and began to exclaim, “Commander we need to speak with
you. It is urgent.” I excused myself from Chauncey once again
assuring him of his eminent release then stepped to the side to
speak with the comrades. One of the comrades, a porcupine said,
“Sir we trust you completely. However, these foreigners are causing
us a lot of trouble. What you described in your speech sounded
nothing like what we are witnessing at the hands of Truth and
Justice. With all due respect sir we don’t think you should trust
them. My friend Lucky said he saw them seize a piece of property
from his uncle. When his uncle said he would report them to the
Commander they had him arrested. They laughed and said that the
Commander was a joke. They said you didn’t have the stomach for
real revolution.” I sighed heavily and said, “Thank you for
bringing this to my attention. Have you told anyone else about it?”
They shook their heads. I said, “See that you don’t. Leave these
newcomers to me.” Addressing the porcupine I said, “You are willing
to bear witness to what you just reported?” He nodded. “I may also
need to speak to your friend Lucky. Where can I reach you when I
need to call you as a witness?” The porcupine responded, “I live on
the east side of Fostoria just by the creek. I’m always there.” All
his comrades nodded in agreement. They smiled and ran off satisfied
in having delivered their message. They were hopeful that positive
change would soon come. As I went off to look for Truth and Justice
and to demand an explanation I was greeted by a carrier pigeon.
“Commander! You are being summoned by Socrates!” Was it true? Was I
finally going to get a chance to meet the Great Socrates? He would
definitely be able to shed some light on the strange activities of
Truth and Justice. I began questioning the pigeon as to whether or
not he had been sent directly by Socrates himself. However I didn’t
get very far. The bird seemed to have a mild case of brain damage.
I asked, “What were Socrates’ exact words?” The pigeon replied, “He
said, ‘Tell the Commander that Socrates is summoning him. Tell him
that he’s to meet Socrates at the edge of the Lumpenproletarian
Valley.’” I said, “Were those his exact words? He was talking about
himself in the first person?” Misunderstanding, the bird replied,
“Yes. He was the first person talking.” I scratched my head. “No.”
I said, “What I mean is, was it Socrates speaking to you or was
someone else giving you the message on his behalf?” The carrier
pigeon looked thoroughly confused. He closed his eyes and his wing
began to twitch. Suddenly he opened them and said, “It was the
Commander. He said to deliver the message to Socrates.” I rolled my
eyes. “I’m the Commander!” I shouted. “How could I have sent you?”
I was getting irritated. The pigeon smiled apologetically. “I’m
sorry sir. I’m not the brainiest animal in the forest. I spend so
much of my intellect trying not to forget the message that there is
not much left over to process the answers to the questions you are
asking. Plus, to be honest with you sir, all cats look the same to
me.” I sighed deeply and said, “Very well. Take me to
Socrates.”

Upon arriving at the edge of the woods near
the Lumpenproletarian Valley I felt anxious. “Am I about to meet my
mentor or not?” I wondered. However as we approached the location
indicated, it was not Socrates but rather Niccolo that greeted me.
“Christopher” he said, “I’m glad you could make it. Socrates needs
for all of his commanders to have field experience so you are going
to accompany me on a campaign. You shouldn’t be in any real danger.
Just stay close to me and try and take in as much as you can.”
Without even giving me a chance to accept the mission Niccolo
turned and headed down a path that descended into the Valley. I was
expected to follow him. I felt agitated. With my mind focused on
the challenges I would confront on the battlefield I completely
forgot about my comrade’s complaints about Truth and Justice.
Niccolo quickly but stealthily descended the path. His agile body
snaked its way between trees and around rocks. He was moving so
quickly that I had to sprint just to keep up with him. Finally we
stopped just along side a large boulder. Niccolo peeked around the
corner then looked back at me. As I finally caught up to him I was
panting heavily. He whispered, “Have a look at this Christopher.” I
peeked around the corner and saw at a distance an entire battalion
of troops. “Those are Hannibal’s cats,” whispered Niccolo. “That
sly fox is trying to set an ambush for my troops. He wants to get a
foothold on the higher ground.” The troops were on the move.
According to Niccolo, they were climbing the rocks so as to be able
to surround our comrades. I felt anxious. Hannibal’s cats were
advancing so rapidly it appeared that their plan would have
success. I looked at Niccolo to see if he was worried. With a swift
sweeping movement of his paw he calmly dismissed the plan as
destined to fail. Worried, I exclaimed, “How can you be so sure?
Did you see the way the troops are advancing? They have such a
determined look in their eyes.” Suddenly Niccolo looked at me with
wide alert eyes. Astonished he said, “Christopher, you surprise me.
After everything you’ve seen are you still without understanding?”
He paused as if he were expecting me to answer him. He continued,
“We are on the correct side of history. It is our destiny to be
victorious!” Revealing my lack of faith, I asked, “But what about
those advancing troops?” Niccolo just gave me a large grin bearing
all his teeth in his signature manner. “Don’t worry about them,” he
said. I’ll throw some water on their parade. I have a plan but in
order for it to work I’ll need your help.” He placed his paw on my
shoulder and said, “Commander are you up to the challenge?” As the
now familiar warm feeling spread throughout my body I realized that
I was being manipulated. Nevertheless I didn’t care. The only thing
that mattered was the feeling. I think I would have done anything
Niccolo had asked of me just as long as I could maintain that
feeling. It wasn’t just the feeling of comradeship that I craved.
After completing my tasks I felt as if Niccolo and more importantly
Socrates were proud of me. I don’t know why it was so important to
me that Socrates be proud of me especially considering that I had
never even met him. But there it was. I needed his approval. I
said, “Yes Marshal. What do I need to do?” Pointing with his paw to
the woods just outside of Fostoria’s northern border Niccolo said,
“ I need for you to create a diversion and draw them in that
direction. Don’t worry. I have a little surprise awaiting them.”
Later, as I walked closer to the camp of the opposing troops I felt
terrified. I couldn’t believe what I had been talked into. I
rehearsed in my head the words that I was supposed to say to the
soldiers to draw their attack. Finally I reached the spot indicated
by Niccolo to put our plan into effect. I was still at a safe
distance from the camp but at this location I could be clearly seen
and heard by the troops. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I
took a deep breath and yelled, “Down with all tyrants! Down with
Zarathustra! Down with specieism! Long live animalism!” As soon as
the first words left my mouth the entire battalion sprang into
action and charged in my direction. I ran as if my life depended
upon it, because in actuality it did. I thought, “If this is
Niccolo’s idea of ‘no danger’, I’m in a lot of trouble.” After
climbing uphill for a considerable period of time, my legs began to
feel as if they were about to give out. But when I looked back and
saw the advancing soldiers just behind me, life spread through my
body and I found the energy to continue running. As I headed for
the entrance to the woods as indicated by Niccolo something briefly
caught my attention. I could have sworn I saw out of the corner of
my eye, Hector and his cats marching single file along the border
of the Lumpenproletarian Valley. They were being led by one of
Justice’s soldiers. “It couldn’t be,” I thought. “They were
supposed to have been freed.” My mind quickly focused on the task
at hand as I could hear my pursuers quickly approaching. I darted
into the woods and ran until I saw one end of a long freshly dug
ditch. Standing tall and majestic inside the ditch about halfway
across its length was none other than Niccolo. As I passed him, I
caught his eye and he gave me a wink. I continued running until I
found a large rock to hide behind. My part of the mission was over
but my mind was still bubbling over with suspense as I peeked
around the rock to see what Niccolo was going to do. The battalion
paused briefly upon entering the woods but then on seeing the
solitary figure standing at a distance they charged in his
direction. Niccolo didn’t budge. He stood with his front legs
firmly planted on the ground and his hind legs slightly bent ready
to spring into action. What was most significant about the scene
was Niccolo’s eyes. His large green eyes projected an angry stare
at the approaching army. Suddenly recognizing whom it was that
stood in their path the entire battalion came to a screeching halt
and just stood there, as if they were staring down the barrel of a
cannon. I was overwhelmed with feelings of awe as I watched an
entire battalion frozen in place out of fear of just one cat. The
soldiers began whispering among themselves and building up their
courage to act. After all even if it was the great Marshal Niccolo,
he was just one cat versus an entire battalion. The troops once
again began to advance. At the same time, the Marshal also began to
advance. As the two opposing forces rushed towards one another
picking up speed I covered my eyes with my paw unable to watch.
However my curiosity got the better of me and I peeked through the
fingers of my paw to watch the impending collision. The Marshal
shouted, “Now!” and unexpectedly the ground began to shake. Just as
Niccolo was about to collide with the front line of soldiers he
jumped to the side and climbed out of the ditch. The battalion
however, too slow to realize what had happened collided with a
force more powerful than they were. The entire battalion was swept
out of the woods and over the edge of the canyon by a gigantic
surge of water. Niccolo approached the rock where I was hiding. He
looked in the direction of the oncoming waters and shouted, “Well
done comrades! You can dam her back up now.” Slowly the waters
began to subside. Niccolo looked at me smiling as I slowly emerged
from my hiding place. He said, “We diverted the waters of the
Cuyamonga River. The specieists talk about the natural order of
things but according to what you just witnessed whose side do you
think nature is on?” Suddenly five or six beavers began to make
their way towards the Marshal. One of them said, “Was operation
‘Clean Sweep’ a success sir?” the Marshal nodded. He then ordered,
“Return the waters back to their natural course and cover up the
evidence of this operation.” All of the beavers saluted the Marshal
and the lead beaver said, “Right away sir!” As Marshal Niccolo and
I walked back towards Fostoria, he talked about various battles he
and Hannibal had waged against one another. They seemed pretty
equally matched. Sometimes Niccolo won. Other times the victory
went to Hannibal. Despite the hatred Niccolo felt for his nemesis’
philosophy, you could tell that he harbored a deep respect for him.
Although I had never met Hannibal, something told me that he shared
this mutual respect for Niccolo as well.