Breed The Secret Design To Maintain Racial Inequality Among The Despised Classes

by William Chasterson

  The afternoon went by fairly quickly. I don’t even remember what was discussed because I was distracted by thoughts of this afternoon’s date. I went over in my head the logistics of my plan. The delegates from the Union would most likely walk together back to our rooms as we had done upon arrival. How could I excuse myself from such a public procession? It was impossible. I couldn’t stay behind. There would be too many inquiries that I wouldn’t be able to account for. The only possible strategy I thought might work would be if I left with my comrades then suddenly realized that I had left something behind. It would take some time for Sabrina to reach our rendezvous point. If everything were timed properly we would arrive at the same time. When I went over the plan in my head everything seemed to work out. But what excuse could I use for having to return to my seat? This question troubled me. It had to be something that would not raise suspicion. As I racked my brain for a suitable excuse I suddenly noticed that the convention was concluding for the day. A tremor of panic swept over my body. I hadn’t come up with a suitable excuse for having to return to my seat and I appeared to be out of time. Similar to what I had experienced earlier in the day, I began to feel as if I were dreaming. My movements became mechanical as I prepared to accompany my comrades back to our rooms. In the same manner that we entered the conference we now exited, garnering the attention of crowds of animals. Still unable to think of a suitable excuse to go back I allowed myself to fall behind the group. Russ, Murk, Attila and Nathan didn’t seem to notice my absence on account of the attention they were enjoying. When they were some distance ahead of me, I turned and darted back to meet Sabrina at the agreed upon spot. To my surprise she had already arrived and was wearing an expression of boredom. As I approached she began to reproach me. “Its about time. How dare you keep a lady waiting. I was just about to leave.” I exclaimed, “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. Forgive me,” and I kissed her paw. She smiled. “If you weren’t so cute I wouldn’t even waist my time. Don’t you know what a privilege it is for you to have my attention?” I gave a nervous smile. “What’s the matter with me?” I wondered. “Why am I allowing myself to be humiliated like this?” Sabrina went on to speak of a number of trivial subjects that revealed the shallowness of her personality. I reflected, “If I wanted to investigate the depth of the speciest mind, I chose the wrong subject.” Sabrina suddenly paused and shot me a sidelong glance. “Are you listening to me?” I began to nod enthusiastically. Just then I sensed the approach of danger as the fur on my back began to slightly rise. I glanced to my left and saw my comrades walking in our direction. They were looking around the auditorium so I was sure they did not see us yet. I needed to act quickly. I gently pulled Sabrina off to the side and out of the view of my approaching comrades. “What are you doing?” she exclaimed. “Please just stand here for a minute,” I pleaded. “I’ll be right back.” I left Sabrina in a state of perplexity and ran over to intercept my comrades. “There he is!” shouted Russ, pointing in my direction. “What happened? One minute you’re with us and the next minute we look up and you’re gone.” I stammered, “Sorry fellas. I forgot my… my itinerary. I wouldn’t want to miss my cue to speak tomorrow.” Russ and Murk suspiciously glanced at one another but they didn’t speak. “You should keep going.” I said. “I’ll catch up with you guys in a few minutes.” After a brief pause Russ said, “All right but don’t take to long. Surrounded by this many speciests it isn’t wise to isolate yourself.” “Don’t worry. I’ll be just behind you.” After I was sure that they were out of sight I rushed back to try and explain myself to Sabrina. I had no idea what I could say to justify my actions. As it turned out I didn’t need to worry about this because she was so hot with anger she wasn’t going to let me get a word in edge wise. “How dare you? I have never been so humiliated in my life! You…you are ashamed to be seen with me? That is the most absurd thing I have ever heard of. I should be embarrassed to be seen with you! You are not a real tomcat. I never want to see you again.” I broke in, “Please Sabrina! I’m sorry. Just give me a little more time to make them understand our feelings toward one another.” She looked at me as if she was repulsed. “What feelings?” she asked. “Sabrina,” I exclaimed. “I love you!” Her look of contempt grew. “You love me? You don’t even know me. You are taking this relationship far too seriously. We obviously would never work out. We are from two different worlds.” I don’t know what it was that caused my sudden outburst. My mouth was working independently from my brain. Before I could check myself, another outpouring of frenzied words followed. “We can make it work! I most likely was not going to continue in animalism anyways. I’ll renounce animalism if you just give me another chance.” I crossed my heart and lifted my paw prepared to swear an oath. I could see Sabrina’s disgust for me was at fever pitch. She grimaced then quickly walked away. As I stood there alone, I gradually became conscious of what I had just done. I thought, “Don’t you have any integrity? If you were about to forfeit all your beliefs for the first person that expressed a little interest in you, how strong are your beliefs in the first place? It was natural for Sabrina to react that way. She doesn’t want to be with someone that has no integrity.” I began to feel an intense humiliation. I wanted no one to find out about what had just happened.

  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.”