SAVAGES by Joe Doe A PLANTATION OWNER EXPLAINS THE SLAVERY SYSTEM TO HIS NEW BRIDE DURING A VISIT TO THE SLAVE MARKET. "A lot of people who don't understand America as well as I do think the slave markets are cruel," the tall plantation owner explained. "But that's why I brought you here today, my dear. As my new bride, it is important that you understand the inherent justice of slavery. It is the basis for our way of life." The young couple strolled through the slave market hand in hand as the husband patiently tried to explain the basics of plantation economics to his reluctant wife. She listened attentively and tried to understand a system that seemed very cruel to her. The wife stopped in front of a lovely young woman about her age. The woman was absolutely naked and was chained against a wall with her hands above her head. "It seems so HUMILIATING to display them this way, just because their skin is a different color," the wife exclaimed. "I mean, to make them stand here in public, stark naked...to let strangers touch them...anywhere!" "It would be humiliating for you, my dear," the husband said, gently. "But what you fail to understand is that slaves are not technically human beings. Slaves are animals. You can wrap a cloak around a farm animal, but their natural state is to run naked." "But, in her native land, she probably wore clothes," the wife said, still nervously eyeing the humiliated beauty's nakedness. "Possibly, but that's beside the point," the immaculately dressed plantation owner replied. "Dressing a savage is really a silly pretense, like putting a hat on a cat." He shook his head knowingly. "No, it's best to keep them buck naked. It saves money and keeps the slave women from getting uppity. You should never give a slave girl clothes, or teach her to read or write. It just makes them snooty!" "But how can they read scripture?" the woman asked, gently. "They can have it read to them, but they must never be taught to read themselves," the man replied, sternly. "Literate slaves mean rebellion; you might as well let the savages have guns as an education! Ignorance is their natural state, just like nudity. It is best to keep slave girls butt-naked and bone stupid." "I would still like her to be able to read scripture," the young wife replied. "I know," he said, gently. "The scriptures teach us that slavery is just, and giving these filthy heathens religion is one of the main reasons we enslave them. Their slavery is what actually saves them from hell. Of course, some of the stubborn ones still try to practice their own religion, but a taste of the whip or the paddle keeps them in line." "You mean you would actually whip this poor girl?" the stunned bride asked. "As if she were an animal?" she asked. "She IS an animal, my dear. She is nothing but an uneducated, crude, illiterate beast. The paddle across her backside, applied long and hard, is the only thing a girl like this understands." He gazed at the girl a moment before continuing. "Paddling really isn't cruel. Like lobsters, they don't feel pain the way you and I do. They hardly notice it when you spank or even brand their bottoms. Oh, they make a big fuss about it, but it's just for show. "Enslaving them is really doing them a favor. By their nature, these people are naturally lazy and shiftless. If left to their own devices, they couldn't even feed themselves. Plantation life provides them with religion, structure, food, and, most important, discipline. She is lucky to be here." "And she would be lucky to have a fine master like you, my darling," the wife said, admiringly. She looked the slave girl up and down critically and considered her beloved husband's arguments. "She is probably too stupid to educate, anyway. From the look of her, I don't think she understands a word we are saying." "Some of these savages can babble in their own tongues, and a few can scratch out pictures that resemble writing," he said, warming to the topic. "But, as her owner, I would naturally have to teach her our language. We'd start with simple words like 'fetch,' and 'water,' and 'kneel.'" He shook his head sadly. "Training a new slave can be quite exhausting, and, without the liberal use of the paddle, it would be impossible, seeing as how they are all so stupid." "I never thought of it that way, my darling," his beautiful young wife replied. She glanced at the naked slave girl again. "If you bought her, what would you use her for?" she asked. "Would she work in the fields?" "Some, I suppose," the elegant plantation owner replied, absentmindedly. "We would have to keep her from getting fat and lazy." The slave girl flinched as the master ran his fingers down her body, stopping to tweak her bare and erect nipples. "But I would probably use this tasty little morsel as a breeder. It is cheaper to breed slaves than to buy them, and a young girl of nineteen or twenty like this can breed me a litter of fifteen or twenty little slaves if I keep her plumped all the time." "Twenty children!" the young woman gasped in amazement. "She'd be pregnant all the time! She'd be more like a cat or a dog than a human being!" "Exactly, my dear," the man replied. His prying fingers ran down the naked slave girl's belly and worked their way between her legs. The humiliated slave resisted at first, but a firm slap across her bottom -- and the sound of the slave trader's whip CRACKING! in the air -- brought her to heel. The wealthy plantation owner started to stroke her sex gently. "She would be bred like a farm animal and treated like a farm animal, because that is what she is. All of this talk about freeing these illiterate savages, or teaching them to read and write, or sparing their delicate backsides from the indignity of the strap, is absolute nonsense. Buy 'em, bare 'em, breed 'em! That's my motto." Although she didn't understand what her new master was saying, the naked slave girl found herself responding in spite of herself to his skillful manipulations. Her responsiveness made her situation all the more embarrassing, and she looked away as the plantation owner proudly showed his glistening fingers to his wife. "She's a randy little slut, isn't she?" he said, merrily. "Disgusting!" the wife said, glaring angrily at the naked woman. "I can see now why you paddle them." "I'm also right to keep them naked, my dear," the man replied. "These little savages love strutting around naked, despite their protests to the contrary. You can see now how ridiculous it is to feel sorry for this little vixen. "Of course, some "do-gooders" have the audacity to claim that plantation owners and overseers exploit these girls and take advantage of them sexually," he continued. "But, as you can see, my dear, the opposite is true. These randy sluts corrupt the decent men they come in contact with. Most of them are all too eager to spread their legs for fresh piece of fruit, less time in the fields, or a reprieve from the paddle. What is an honest man to do?" The wife looked the naked slave girl up and down. She was lovely in a bizarre kind of way. "Would you sleep with this one if we bought her?" the wife asked, her voice oozing jealousy. "It would be my duty, my dear," he replied. "As a race, these monkeys are naturally inferior to us, and it is only by rigorous breeding and seeding that we can create something worth selling." "You wouldn't...feel anything for her, would you?" the wife asked, suspiciously. "Of course not!" He was deeply shocked. "I wouldn't 'make love' to her...I would breed her. The way that I would handle this little slut would make it clear to her that she was there for seeding, not for affection. "Even when I breed a wench and a buck, I usually sell the buck soon afterwards," he added. "The last thing you need is a group of slaves putting on airs and thinking that they're part of some sort of ridiculous FAMILY!" he scoffed. "Best to keep a wench covered by a variety of males -- keep the breeding as impersonal as possible -- so they don't start thinking that they understand what love is about!" He signaled the slave trader to unshackle the naked slave from the wall. It was time to put the little slut through her paces. The plantation owner rudely probed her teeth and gums, looking for imperfections or signs of disease. She had a flicker of defiance in her eyes, and a tiny glimmer of intelligence, but the whip would keep her in her place. He weighed her breasts and fondled her buttocks, enjoying the feeling of her soft flesh in his rough hands. His wife laughed as the young bitch obediently scampered across the yard on all fours to fetch back the stick she had just thrown. She was less amused when her husband checked the tightness of the slave's rear blow hole, but she took some satisfaction in the look of horror on the young girl's face as it dawned on her how thoroughly her master planned to use her. The plantation master noted that the pretty slave was a virgin, which would make busting her all the sweeter. But he decided not to mention that to his jealous wife. Though she frowned at first at the thought of competing with this naked savage for her new husband's affection, the wife began to smile as she reconsidered the situation. As mistress of the plantation, she would have the power to paddle the little doxy's backside. And the thought of the exotic beauty bathing her, and rubbing and kissing her feet at night, and waiting on her hand and foot was not altogether displeasing.... The little savage had a defiant look in her eye. It might be fun to tame her! "I think you're right about these savages, darling," she said. "I can't imagine why I ever thought slavery was wrong. Let's buy this one." "Of course, my dear," the man replied magnanimously. "Now. let's go take our seats. The auction is about to begin, and we have reserved seats in the front row." As the naked slave girl was brought up to the block, the young wife took a moment to review the information in the auction book. It was good to know as much as possible about a piece of merchandise before you bid on it: NAME: CYNTHIA JOHNSON ORIGIN: ATLANTA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA AGE: 20 MUSLIM?: NO LITERATE IN ARABIC?: NO CAPTURE HISTORY: BARBARY PIRATES BOARDED HER SHIP WHILE SHE WAS VACATIONING IN THE MEDITERRANEAN. EDUCATION AND SPECIAL SKILLS: SPEAKS ENGLISH, LATIN, GREEK; FAMILIAR WITH TRIGONOMETRY AND CALCULUS, PLAYS PIANO AND VIOLIN. HER FATHER-IN-LAW, SENATOR JEFFERSON JOHNSON, REFUSED TO PAY TRIBUTE TO BARBARY PIRATES "ON PRINCIPLE." CYNTHIA HAS EXPERIENCE RUNNING A PLANTATION AND IS ALSO FAMILIAR WITH HER FAMILY'S SLAVE TRADING AND IMPORT/EXPORT BUSINESS. "What is a senator, darling, and where is Atlanta?" the young African woman asked her husband. "Whatever it is, wherever it is, it hardly matters," the coal black plantation owner replied. "As I said, you don't understand America. I buy and sell American sluts all the time, and I can assure you that they are all illiterate heathen savages. This honey-haired whore is going to be a bed warmer, and how many savage languages she speaks hardly matters. We will convert her to Islam, train her to speak Arabic, and paddle her if she doesn't spread her legs. What she THINKS she WAS is irrelevant." The black plantation owner held up his hand to signal his first bid as the auctioneer ordered the Southern beauty on the block to spread her legs widely in front of the sea of smiling black faces. The beautiful blonde American blushed in shame at the humiliating command, but dutifully obeyed. Cynthia had watched countless auctions in Atlanta, but of course she had never felt any sympathy for the women on the block. After all, they were illiterate savages.... From the bars of his prison, her husband, Alexander, looked on helplessly as his naked wife was displayed for the eager buyers. They had set sail as soon as they had been married, and Cynthia had denied him conjugal privileges until they were in "a real bed" in Europe. He had reluctantly agreed, which meant that now he had to watch a sleazy black trader auction off his wife's virginity. Alexander had been purchased just a few hours before by the couple that were now bidding on his wife. For years, he had dreamed of living on his family's plantation, relaxing on the porch with his beautiful wife while black wenches attending to his every whim. But now Alexander would be living a very different version of the same fantasy. Now he was the naked buck, toiling in the fields while the black newlyweds sat on the porch, sipping lemonade. Cynthia, dressed in a scanty, filthy slave rag, would be serving them. Eventually, the black woman would doze, and Alexander's fists would close in helpless frustration as he watched Cynthia's black master run his hand up her shapely bare leg and slip his meaty fingers under her scandalously short skirt. "It says she helped run a slave trading business," the black plantation mistress said. The black woman paused for a moment, and then turned to her husband, suddenly alarmed. "My goodness!" the wife exclaimed. "You don't suppose this white slave girl actually bought and sold BLACK people, do you?" "Don't be ridiculous, darling," the black man replied. "She's just a savage!" ______________________ NOTE FROM JOE: I WANTED TO INJECT A BRIEF THOUGHT HERE. THIS STORY WAS INSPIRED BY A SATIRE BENJAMIN FRANKLIN WROTE TOWARDS THE END OF HIS LIFE THAT "JUSTIFIED" THE ENSLAVEMENT OF WHITE PEOPLE BY THE BARBARY PIRATES. HE REVERSED THE RACIST ASSUMPTIONS COMMON IN AMERICA: FROM THE AFRICAN PERSPECTIVE, WHITES DESERVED TO BE ENSLAVED BECAUSE THEY WERE HEATHENS WHO NEEDED TO BE TAUGHT ISLAM, WHITES WERE TOO LAZY TO FEED THEMSELVES AND SO HAD TO BE ENSLAVED FOR THEIR OWN GOOD, WHITE WOMEN WERE NATURALLY PROMISCUOUS AND HAD TO BE CONTROLLED, ETC. IT WAS AN INTERESTING APPROACH THAT UNDERSCORES HOW SILLY RACISM REALLY IS. Edited by C. Lakewood