Breed The Secret Design To Maintain Racial Inequality Among The Despised Classes (16 page)

to our second proof that natural selection is occurring. Conclusive
proof is found in the fossil record! So many intermediate forms
have been discovered between fish and amphibians, between
amphibians and reptiles, between reptiles and mammals, and along
the primate lines of descent that it is difficult to identify
categorically when the transition occurs from one to another
particular species. Our scientists have unearthed and cataloged
thousands of large and small fossils. What have we found?” Darwin
then paused and looked suddenly distressed. He stammered, “At
present the evidence suggests that all the major groups of animals
appeared suddenly and remained virtually unchanged, with many
species disappearing as suddenly as they arrived.” Regaining his
confidence he said, “This is a false view however.” He shrugged.
“It has to be false since we already know that these changes did in
fact take place. For this reason alone we keep searching and
eventually we will find that missing link!”

This proof wasn’t as concrete as I was hoping
for but I continued to listen attentively. Darwin continued,
“Natural selection and descent with modification enable the natural
world to progress toward a continually more perfected state. As
advantageous variations appear and are naturally selected and
perpetuated in future populations, a species’ adaptability to its
environment becomes increasingly more complex. Over time, species
reach new heights of perfection, creating the wondrously adapted
species seen today. Because of the random, unpredictable nature of
variation however, progression is gradual, occurring in incremental
steps over a long period of time. The process of natural selection,
however, can only create better-adapted species. It never creates
species that are worse off than their forebears were. The entire
process is an inherently positive progression of the natural world,
with each species continually moving toward perfect adaptation.”
Darwin paused and his face lit up as if an idea had just occurred
to him. He asked the audience, “If natural selection can gradually
bring about perfection over a long period of time, could not
artificial selection do the same thing but more efficiently and
faster? I say yes! And my colleagues agree! That is why, for the
past twenty years we have been conducting experiments breeding
plants and animals.” Darwin was getting very excited. “You see, by
inducing and selecting favorable mutations, we can produce new and
better plants and animals. In fact we may even be able to produce
an entirely new species!” Again I noticed a gradual change in
Darwin’s countenance. He went from being mirthful to downright
sullen. Dejectedly, he said, “It is true that almost all the
mutants in our experiments died or were weaker than wild
varieties…” He then put on a defiant face as if he were under
attack. “Does this mean that mutations cannot transform an original
species into an entirely new one? Never may that be so!” The
elderly cat was now shaking his fisted paw at the audience
threateningly. Then pleadingly he said, “We just need more time.
Twenty years of research has not been enough because we still have
not arrived at the conclusions we are looking for. I assure you
that even if it takes one hundred years, we will continue our
research until we come up with a new species!” I began to be
skeptical about these theories. It seemed to be a good idea to
study the origins of life. However certain philosophies seemed to
be basing their entire foundation on the laws taught by Darwin. If
there was no definitive proof that his theories were true it didn’t
seem right that they were being acted upon, especially with so much
at stake. For instance, specieism seems to be taking Darwin’s
theory to its logical conclusion. I thought, “If life is just a
battlefield where only the fittest animals are meant to survive and
the rest are to be destroyed, then the speciests are not extremists
at all! What is more, everyone else that claims to believe in
natural selection and yet condemns the speciests is a hypocrite!
When the speciests endeavor to wipe out whole species of animals
while preserving others they are just fulfilling the will of
nature. After all, if what they were doing were unnatural,
certainly nature would not allow such things to happen. For
instance if they erroneously categorized a species as deserving of
extinction yet it was in fact naturally meant to survive then it
would in fact survive. There was no need to protect the species.
Nature would run it’s course and the fittest would survive.
Animalism also seemed to be loosely based off of Darwin’s theories.
He had in fact at one time worked for Socrates. Isn’t that what
Russ had said? Yet, what if Darwin is wrong? What if all animals
are in fact special and deserving of dignity and respect for the
simple reason that they are unique. What if we know far less about
life than we think we know? If this were true wouldn’t every single
life be precious?” These thoughts flashed through my mind in quick
succession. I directed my attention back to the stage as Darwin
concluded his speech. “In summary, variations within the same
species have resulted in the variations between different species.
The different variations that we see throughout the natural
world—colors, shapes, sizes, bodily organs, physical structures,
wings, feet, fur, feathers—are apparent because natural selection
has caused these traits to be perpetuated in the species that exist
today. These variations do not exist randomly, but because they
have proven advantageous to the survival of the species. Wings, for
example, allow birds to migrate easily while also giving them the
means of escaping environmental disasters and harsh climates. The
variations that are perpetuated provide the advantages that allow
certain species to survive over others.” Darwin shuffled his papers
as if to confirm whether he had left anything out. He looked out
across the audience once more then slowly turned and walked off
stage. The chairman dismissed us for lunch and we were instructed
to reassemble in two hours.

At lunch my comrades devoured their food
ravenously, but I took my time. I was digesting more than just
physical food. While the others discussed various topics I slowly
chewed while pondering Darwin’s theories and what they meant for
animalkind. Then all at once, I became the focal point of my
comrade’s conversation. Murk said, “Tomorrow’s the big day
Christopher. Are you ready to address the world in behalf of the
Union of Animals? Just remember Molly may be watching.” He gave a
nudge to Russ and the two began to chuckle. I became flustered. I
was at a loss for words. Nathan suddenly interjected, “Comrade
Molly? I didn’t know you two were an item. I thought she was in a
serious relationship with a cat from Kliev.” I gave a start. “Is
this true?” I asked dejectedly. Murk and Russ glanced at one
another. Nathan responded, “That’s what I heard. The cat holds no
position. He’s just a rank and file comrade but I heard Molly
doesn’t care. She’s quite in love with him.” I began to feel
wretched. With each of Nathan’s words my spirit dampened more and
more. Nathan looked up at Russ and both he and Murk were glaring at
him. Suddenly Nathan declared, “You know what? It may have been a
different cat named Molly that I was thinking of. I could have
sworn it was she but I must have gotten the story wrong.
Congratulations Christopher. I wish you the best.” Suspiciously, I
looked at him and clutched his outstretched paw. Both Russ and
Nathan proceeded to reassure me that it was another Molly that
Nathan was referring to. By the time they were done speaking to me,
my confidence was restored and my mood had lightened. When my
comrades finished their meals I had barely put a dent in mine.
Rather than watch them shuffle around restlessly, I encouraged them
to go off without me and I would catch up later. As soon as they
exited I began to daydream about the future paradise I would share
with Molly. My thoughts stretched beyond the establishment of a
peaceful society, beyond the rearing of our many children, to our
golden years. “We will now have time to focus only on one another.
Will our love be as strong then as it is now?” I pondered briefly
then nodded. “It definitely would. Our love will stand the test of
time.” Just then something happened that startled me causing me to
lose my train of thought. “Excuse me. Is anyone sitting here?” said
a sultry voice. I looked up and saw the most beautiful cat I had
ever seen. She had a sleek muscular white body trimmed with dark
brown. Her tail and legs were dark gradually fading into her white
torso. This detail gave the semblance of knee high boots. Her face
was a Venetian mask of dark brown contrasted by crystal blue eyes.
“Nnn…no,” I stammered. “I’m Sabrina. What’s your name?” she asked,
as she simultaneously reached over and began stroking my whiskers.
My muscles began to lock up and I couldn’t speak or move. “Uhhm,” I
muttered. “Nice to meet you Uhm,” laughed Sabrina as she sat down.
“You’re pretty cute for a mixed breed.” Suddenly overcome with
emotion I burst out, “My name is Christopher!” Startled she asked,
“Are you the Christopher that’s scheduled to speak tomorrow? We
shouldn’t be seen together.” She then smiled seductively and added,
“Well, I suppose it’s not that big of a deal. In these early stages
of breed cleansing casual meetings like this are seen as
unavoidable. I don’t mind getting my paws dirty and I’m sure it is
a great honor for you to be in the presence of a pure breed.” The
brief interaction I was having with this beautiful cat left me
disconcerted. Her words were offensive but she said them in a light
straightforward way that left me with an impression of obscurity.
The flirtatious way she was gazing at me also did not harmonize
with her abrasive words. The time I spent trying to reconcile her
manner with her conversation caused me to miss my opportunity to
reply. She continued, “You are cute. I don’t mind if you carry my
things for me.” Again I was left with an obscure feeling that
troubled me. To my astonishment I found myself agreeing to this
arrangement. My mouth seemed to be working separately from my mind.
She was obviously a speciest and these actions would be
inexplicable to my comrades yet I was impelled to want to be in her
company. This was a very dangerous game and I had no idea why I was
playing it. I had never thought of myself as a mixed breed before
but Sabrina’s use of this word left a strange impression on me. The
idea that there existed animals who saw other animals as inferiors
always drew my curiosity. I had developed a certain mental image of
the type of animal that thought in this way. Sabrina certainly did
not coincide with that image. I asked her, “What did you mean when
you said that you don’t mind getting your paws dirty? That kind of
talk would be seen as offensive by some.” She laughed playfully and
said, “Come on. Don’t be so sensitive.” She then scrutinized me
with questioning eyes. “In all honesty though even if they refuse
to admit it you know that any animal of a lesser breed would
consider it an honor to be with a pure breed. Furthermore you must
admit that for a pure breed animal to mate with a sub animal she is
for whatever reason degrading herself.” Again I was at a loss for
words. I just shook my head in disbelief and peered into her
beautiful crystal blue eyes trying to discern if Sabrina was having
a laugh at me, or if these were her genuine beliefs. She appeared
to be sincere. This cat was a mystery to me. Her mind repulsed and
at the same time fascinated me. For the time remaining we spoke of
insignificant things but the first impression she left on me was so
strong that this didn’t matter. I was captivated by her. Finally it
was near time for the afternoon session to begin so I collected
Sabrina’s belongings and walked with her to her seat. I say I
walked with her but often times I was forced behind her by the
crowds bustling to their seats. I noticed her glance back a few
times to see that I had fallen behind but she just kept going as if
it were the most natural thing in the world for me to walk behind
her instead of along side her. Sabrina’s seat was of course located
in the section reserved for Cuyamongans. There were even signs that
read, ‘Cuyamongans Only’. My arrival in this section seemed to
attract quite a bit of attention but it didn’t seem to bother her
in the least. She allowed me to kiss her paw in spite of the angry
and disgusted glares we received from her comrades. “You can go
now,” she said dismissively. I pleaded, “Wait! When will I see you
again?” She said that if I wanted to I could meet with her briefly
after the afternoon session just outside the section reserved for
the Union. The close proximity of this rendezvous point with the
rest of my comrades left me greatly distressed but I tried to
conceal this. I said, “I look forward to this afternoon,” but
Sabrina had already turned and began talking with her companions. I
walked away with mixed feelings. What had possessed me to attach
myself with this foreigner? She obviously viewed me with contempt
yet she allowed me to humiliate myself in front of her. As I walked
back to my seat the last half hour seemed to me to have been a
bizarre dream from which I was now awakening.

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.