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

By William Chasterson

When Christopher Chambers, a bourgeois housecat decides to flee custody rather than be adopted by a new family, he unwittingly finds himself thrust into the position of deciding the fate of all of animalkind.

Told from the first person viewpoint of a housecat, Breed chronicles the incredible transformation of a cute and loveable kitten into a brutal dictator. Along the way our hero is forced to realize the complexity of the world he lives in as he is coerced to make one compromise after another. This Kafkaesque novel delves into the darkest corners of the human condition in search of the causes of racism and inequality. What is discovered is made palatable by coating it with an entertaining story about talking animals. In my first novel I attempt to analyze questions raised by Plato, Darwin, and Adolf Hitler regarding equality.

• Language: English
• Publisher: GEPUBCO
• Release date: Jul 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311986795

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BREED

(The secret design to maintain racial inequality among the despised classes)

By William Chasterson

Published by William Chasterson at Smashwords

Copyright William Chasterson 2013

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1 - Great indebtedness does not make men grateful, but vengeful; and if a little charity is not forgotten, it turns into a gnawing worm - Friedrich Nietzsche

Chapter 2 - I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn it to it's advantage. - Friedrich Nietzsche

Chapter 3 - You may not be interested in war but war is interested in you - Leon Trotsky

Chapter 4 - Anyone who has the power to make you believe absurdities has the power to make you commit injustices - Voltaire

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

Chapter 6 - I sit on a man’s back, choking him and making him carry me, and yet assure myself and others that I am very sorry for him and wish to ease his lot by all possible means – except by getting off his back - Leo Tolstoy

Chapter 7 - Extreme positions are not succeeded by moderate ones but by contrary extreme positions - Friedrich Nietzsche

Chapter 8 - Nietzsche was stupid and abnormal. - Leo Tolstoy

Chapter 9 - Humanity has won it's battle. Liberty now has a country - Marquis de Lafayette

Chapter 10 - Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. - Leo Tolstoy

Chapter 11 - In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, and look around you. - Leo Tolstoy

Chapter 12 - War is so unjust and ugly that all who wage it must try to stifle the voice of conscience within themselves. - Leo Tolstoy

Chapter 13 - It is always consoling to think of suicide: in that way one gets through many a bad night. - Friedrich Nietzsche

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Chapter 1 - Great indebtedness does not make men grateful, but vengeful; and if a little charity is not forgotten, it turns into a gnawing worm - Friedrich Nietzsche

So there I was, standing at the edge of the Cuyamonga River staring down at the rushing water with a determined look in my eyes. The air was damp and had a briny smell. All kinds of thoughts were running through my head. What does it feel like to drown? I thought. Will I hold my breath the entire time until the burning in my chest forces me to fill my lungs with icy water? A sudden shudder shook my entire body as I thought of how cold the water must be. A nearby crack of a twig breaking suddenly stole my attention from the steady rumble of distant rapids. Quickly I looked back in the direction that I thought I heard the sound. All looked still. There was no one there, just trees and rocks. Did I really hear something or is my mind just playing tricks? As I turned back to face the water I could still picture the trees and rocks where I heard, or at least thought I heard the sound. In this mental picture there was definitely someone there, watching me with piercing critical eyes. I shook my head defiantly and tried to focus on the task at hand but my thoughts kept intruding. I began to think about my life and how I arrived at this point. Socrates always said I don’t understand how the world works. As if understanding something and accepting it were the same thing. I thought of my father Jeffery Chambers and my defiant look changed to one of regret. I thought of how I would like to see Jeffery one last time. To forgive him and let him know that I now understand why he did what he did. Thinking of Jeffery Chambers always fills me with that familiar warm feeling, the timeless feeling you get when you are being embraced by someone who loves you and you know you are safe. Again I stared down at the water. I deserve this I thought, there has to be some retribution for my sins. Thousands are dead because of my arrogance, if only I’d… but wait. We haven't even been properly introduced. I'm Christopher also known as 'The Great One'. You know, five years ago if you would have told me that one day I would be a brutal dictator ruling with an iron fist I would have said you’re crazy. To make myself understood we'd better start at the beginning.

When I came into the world there were no problems to be worked out. Life was good and there was no reason to ask questions. There was me Christopher my mother and my two siblings Vincent and Josie. In those days life consisted of playing games. The current game was called chase and run. The rules are as follows. I would chase Vincent or Josie and they would run. Then just as I am about to overtake them they stood their ground, did an about face and began to chase me. Back in those days life was simple. We would play for hours oblivious to anything else in the world. Which is why I took no notice of the two figures now standing in the room staring down at us. Little did I know but my life was about to change forever. Although I never really paid much attention to her there was someone else also living in the apartment. She was a fat woman with large eyes decorated with too much makeup. From what I gathered at the time she was our servant or slave. She waited on us hand and foot. It was her that put out our food in bowls, changed our drinking water and even cleaned the box where we did our business. This day however she was not talking like a servant. She was speaking with the two figures I mentioned earlier. One of the figures was Jeffery Chambers; a man who was so tall you could get a stiff neck looking up at him. He would have been intimidating except for the fact that a sympathetic face contrasted his large size and he had a manner about him that signaled he was no threat. The other figure was his wife Josephine. She was considerably smaller in size but her personality filled the room. She had wild curly hair and the couple seemed to compliment one another. Our servant said. I know you were planning to take only two but could you do me a favor and take one more. You see, the litter was three kittens. The third kitten is a mama's cat and he is especially affectionate and tied to his mother. He needs extra love explained the lady tugging on their heartstrings. I gathered she was talking about my brother Vincent because they had him in their hands and they were looking down at him in wonder as if they expected him to say something. He just looked up at them with large round eyes and his little body trembled. Jeffrey looked at his wife then nodded his head. What did all of this mean? Who cares. It's probably nothing I thought. Back to the game. But as I went to resume our game of chase and run I was suddenly scooped up with large hands and placed into a box along with Vincent and Josie. I would never see my mother again.

Chapter 2 - I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn it to it's advantage. - Friedrich Nietzsche

When we arrived at the couple’s apartment we began to explore right away. Josie and I were very anxious to examine every square inch of the place but Vincent was very cautious. Guys I have a terrible feeling about these people and this place. We should escape or at least hide until we're sure it's safe he would say. Josie on the other hand had no reservations whatsoever. I think they're nice. They pet me and let me smell them and they smell like really nice people. Vincent darted his eyes toward his sister. You think everyone is nice. he said scornfully. Everyone is nice! she cheerfully responded. We explored every square inch of our new space avoiding when possible the humans. This was to appease Vincent's fears. There was a long space between the kitchen and living room that would be perfect for chase and run. Then there was a door that let into an office where our food and refreshments were kept. So far this door was being left open for us. These doors are useful but they can also be dangerous, as I know from experience. I can remember one time when I was playing with the door in our old place by putting my arm in the crack with the hinge. As I tried to reach farther into the other room the weight of my body began to press against the door. Suddenly the door began to move for no apparent reason and closed on my arm. I still remember the pain. All I could think to do is put more weight against the door and pull my arm out but as I did this, the trap just got tighter and my arm was being crushed. I began to panic. Just as I was about to lose consciousness from the pain I heard footsteps running toward me, and the door was opened releasing my arm and I was lifted up and taken to safety by my caretaker. I remember glaring at the door as I was being carried away and thinking you’ve won this round, door! But this isn’t over! Anyways in our new place there was another door at the other end of our room that was closed most of the time. At night our caretakers would go into this room and stay there until the morning. I was very curious to know what was in that room. I remember one day as I was investigating this door by sniffing and trying to look under it I heard a faint whispering sound. Pssst, Hey Christopher. Over here. I looked in the direction of the voice. It was coming from under the desk. The voice was unmistakable. Vincent? Is that you? I called into the darkness. Josie was also there. I’m convinced this place isn’t safe! exclaimed Vincent. The other day I saw the most hideous creature imaginable sliding back and forth across the floor as if it were trying to pick up the scent of someone. Vincent began to tremble violently as he recounted his paranoid memory. And that’s not the worst part. Guess who was controlling this beast? Before giving us a chance to respond he blurted out It was our servant. The smaller one with the curly hair. She was directing this stringy beast with a large rod and it was obeying her! Of course what she was actually doing was mopping the floor but we didn't understand that at the time. To make a long story short we spent the next eight hours hiding in the darkness trying not to make a sound. I guess the sustained silence alerted our caretakers because the next thing you know they were looking for us. From our hiding place we could see them but they of course could not see us. Jeffrey wrinkled his brow and lifted one of them slightly squinting as if he were trying to concentrate on something.  Christopher, Josie, Vincent... Where are you guys? shouted Jeffery. It's like they disappeared. The couple kept searching. I want to go out to them. Look they're searching for us, whispered Josie and she started moving towards the light. No it's a trap! exclaimed Vincent in a loud whisper and this brought Josie reluctantly back to his side under the desk. Jeffery put his hand on his forehead and began massaging his brow as if he could loosen up a memory in this way. Did we leave a door open? Did they slip into a crack somewhere?  His eyes began searching the room and they landed on the wooden computer table. Now allow me to explain why this was a particularly good hiding place. The base of the table extended almost to the floor. Wooden feet elevated it above the floor, leaving a space between the floor and the baseboard of only a few inches. So it allowed us to see out but we were completely hidden. I don’t see why we have to hide, whispered Josie. Sshhhh. Be quiet said Vincent nervously. The large grinning horizontal face of Jeffery Chambers suddenly greeted us as he bent down to see us huddled under the desk.

As time went on I began to notice changes in Vincent. Changes that I did not like. He seemed to have gotten over his uneasy feelings. In fact he walked around the apartment as if he owned the place. It started with small things. For example we have always eaten out of the same bowl and in the beginning all three of us could fit our faces in the bowl and eat at the same time. But as time went on, the bowl began to get smaller and smaller so that we had to take turns eating. Ladies first of course, then Vincent and I would eat at the same time. One day as I approached the bowl I heard something that I had never heard before and it stopped me in my tracks and made my heart skip a beat. I heard a growl, looked up and saw Vincent standing over the bowl staring me down. I was shocked. I didn't even know how to handle it so I backed away from the bowl. What's going on? asked Josie as I passed her. Oh nothing I'll eat later I said. By the way have you noticed anything different about Vincent? Different? she repeated then looked at me with a blank expression on her face. Never mind I said and walked away. Later when I went to eat I noticed that Vincent had eaten more than his share of the food leaving me only crumbs. I didn't like this but I said nothing. Another day we were all trying to figure out what to do with the day. How about a good ol’ game of chase and run? I suggested. Josie's face lit up at that suggestion. No! commanded Vincent. We're going play king of the jungle. I was taken aback by this. He said it so authoritatively as if we had no choice in the matter. King of the jungle was basically a wrestling match to the point of exhaustion. We hadn't played it since we were little and to tell you the truth I didn't really feel like playing this game with Vincent in light of his recent aggressive behavior. Excuse me brother but who exactly made you the leader? I said quietly, in a calm voice, although on the inside I was getting very agitated. I'm making myself the leader, he said after a slight pause. I've been having these feelings lately... He paused briefly. that I am powerful and I need to express my strength by dominating the weak. I struggled with these feelings for a while thinking 'no this is wrong' but lately I've been thinking that this is the right and natural way of things. Why would I have these feelings unless it were natural? Needless to say, I was shocked by what I was hearing but I tried not to show it. Vincent continued,  You, the weak must have felt it as well, the need to be dominated. Stop resisting nature brother! Free yourself and let me dominate you! He looked at me pleadingly. I said, You’ve gone crazy! Vincent just squinted his eyes a little and said, I’m not going to lie to myself anymore. I need to be true to myself and honestly I'm a little hurt that you my own brother is not going to support me in this. With that Vincent lunged at me. As his full weight hit me I was lifted off the ground and we both crashed against the wall. The game of king of the jungle had begun. Josie jumped on top of Vincent briefly knocking the wind out of him but he grabbed her head with both his paws and began biting her ears. She shook loose of this move but he just put her in another one and flipped her over so her body came crashing to the floor. She yelped and tried to beat a retreat but as she was running he caught her by the tail and pulled her back. It was no longer a game to her anymore. She quickly did an about face and hissed violently at Vincent. While he was distracted I saw this as my opportunity. Now I knew I couldn't compete with his strength but I am quicker than Vincent so I came up from behind and threw all my weight into his legs. He toppled over and went crashing onto the floor. I tried to capitalize on this turn of events leaping on top of him and pinning him to the floor. Consider this a coup de tat, I said panting and looking down at him victoriously. However, I underestimated his strength. I felt my body being lifted into the air and thrown onto the ground. For a slight second everything went black and I couldn't see or hear anything. I also couldn't breath. When I came to, Vincent was sitting on top of me. His mouth was moving but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Finally I began to hear the words Will you submit? I gasped, Yes and he got off of me. He then walked away calmly as if nothing had happened leaving my bruised and battered body sprawled out on the floor. This day was significant. It marked a change in our personalities and worldviews.

From that day forward Josie and Vincent became closer. She was naturally submissive to him and he never again had to prove his dominance. I didn't like any of this one bit but I kept a safe distance from him. What was so disturbing about this whole situation was not just Vincent's change of personality but Josie's. She acted as if there was no change at all, as if things were the same as they had always been and the only way things could ever be. Did she forget about the past, the equality we had all shared before Vincent's dictatorial take over? I developed a pain in my stomach every time I thought about it. This was not helped by the fact that I was not eating or drinking as much as before. Vincent wasn't leaving me very much food but even if he had I didn't have the appetite I used to have. In those days life seemed pretty grim to me. What was the point? I thought. Vincent's words had a deep impact on me. If I, the weak only have the prospect of being dominated by the strong then why should I even bother getting up in the morning. Whenever I looked at my siblings from a distance I had contempt in my eyes and a pain in my stomach. After a while they also began looking at me with contempt. My sickly appearance no doubt had a lot to do with this. I was getting thinner and thinner and had the look of death about me. My only consolation was Jeffery Chambers. He took pity on me. He would pick me up and stroke my back comforting me until I fell asleep on his lap my head buried in his arms. I didn't understand the way he treated me. It didn't fit in with what I had recently learned about the strong dominating the weak. Whenever I was around him I began to feel a warm pleasant sensation. This was the only time in fact that I could take my mind off the pain in my stomach, which was getting worse. It felt like I was being stabbed in the gut with a sharp knife. My relationship with Jeffery Chambers became the only joy in my life. The question is would this be enough to keep me going? One day I woke up and my instinct told me that my time was up. I was dying. I was not sad though. This is the way of nature, I thought. I didn't bring myself into the world. I have no right to object to being taken out of it. I must say goodbye to Jeffery Chambers however. I slowly walked up to him. I didn't speak his language so I needed to communicate with my eyes. I looked up at him and he seemed to know what I was trying to say. I want to thank you for being kind to me when you didn't have to. I lived a short life and I don't really understand the meaning of any of this but thank you and goodbye.

As you may have guessed I didn't die at that time because if I had I couldn't be telling you my story. Josephine I think something is wrong with Christopher. He looks really sick, said Jeffery. I'll make an appointment with the vet tomorrow his wife said. I don't know he looks really bad. I have a bad feeling he won't make it through the night. Those were the last words I remember being spoken. Everything that happened after that was a blur. I thought at the time so this is what it feels like to die. The feeling of being probed and cat handled and even cut with strange objects and being unable to move or fight back. Was I hallucinating? Actually what was happening was that I was having my bladder stones removed a procedure that is impossible in nature. But of course I wasn't in nature. I was at the vet’s office. When I finally woke up and began to feel clear headed I didn't understand where I was or what had happened to me. My imagination began to take over. Enemies must have captured me in a raid. I sighed. Just another example of the strong dominating the weak. Where are Jeffery Chambers, Vincent and Josie? They must have been killed. I looked around. I was in a cage surrounded by other animals. I could feel a bandage on my wrist and a pain on my abdomen but when I tried to examine them I could only see white. I could look forward and see but when I tried to look from side to side or to see my body I could not. There was some kind of contraption on my head preventing me from examining myself. Random humans that I did not recognize were walking around my cage and making strange remarks. I couldn’t understand what they were saying but I could tell they were talking about me. Again I felt a pain in my abdomen. They must have been experimenting on me, I thought. One of the humans approached my cage and began to unlock the door. His long white lab coat opened as he extended his arm into the cage towards me. Now was my opportunity. I slashed at his hand with my claws using all my energy which considering all I’d been through was quite a bit. Then I hissed loudly to let all in the room know that I meant business. Stunned, the man jumped back, quickly withdrawing his arm and slamming the cage door shut. He examined his hand rubbing and nursing the wound I had just given him. I had drawn blood. All the humans looked a little stunned but this didn’t last long. As I prepared for round two, I noticed something different about the hand that was now reaching into my cage. It was covered with some type of protective shell. No matter, I thought. This time I’ll use my fangs. As the hand approached I gave a sharp warning hiss then lunged at the intruder burying my fangs deep into my target but the response was not what I expected. The human didn’t even flinch. With his other hand also protected, he reached in and grabbed me at the back of the neck and pulled me out of the cage against my will. For some reason I thought of my mother which, was a strange thing to think about at a time like this. Before I could figure out how to counter attack I felt a cold jab in my side and the next thing I know the room seemed to be spinning. But I wasn’t afraid like I should have been. In fact I started to feel really calm. The need to fight no longer seemed important and I relaxed my grip on my attacker. Immediately I was back in my home with Vincent and Josie and the Chambers. All attention was on me. The Chambers were petting me and saying, that’s a good kitty. Vincent and Josie were acting different as well. They were practically falling over themselves to rub up against me and there was no more talk of the strong dominating the weak. When it was time to eat I noticed an additional bowl next to the bowl that we normally eat from. It was overflowing with food and I saw my name written along the front of it in large capital letters. Vincent and Josie took turns eating from their usual bowl. After eating my fill all three of us cuddled together under the desk and we fell asleep contented. When I awoke I had a splitting headache and my entire body was stiff. I looked around for my siblings but my vision was blurry. I couldn’t see but I could smell and I knew exactly where I was. I was back in the cage being guarded by terrorists wearing lab coats. As I started to regain consciousness the realization that I really needed to escape from this place began to solidify in my mind. My escape from this prison will soon take place, as you’ll find out if you continue reading. I heard one of them approaching so I shut my eyes tight. Better not let on that I’m awake until I can find an opportunity to escape. I heard voices. Again I could tell it was me they were talking about. He’s going to be just fine but we had to put a warning sign outside his cage. He turned into a mean cat. Said the voice. I heard the door opening and then someone reaching inside the cage. Now’s my opportunity! I thought. Reeeeowww I screeched and struck out with my claws. I was about to connect with my target when I heard something that made me draw back. Christopher! shouted a very surprised voice. This voice was familiar. It was Jeffery Chambers. He was alive and no doubt came to rescue me. I rushed to the door of the cage pressing my face against it to be as close to my rescuer as possible. I began to cry nnraaowww, nnraaoww, nnreeoww, over and over again. I was overjoyed to see him. I couldn’t even control my emotions. Once again the pleasant warm feeling that I felt when around him gripped my body and all the pain and fear and anxiety disappeared. It had to be him, I thought. I should have known. He was the only one that could have taken me out of this situation. Out of this pit of despair. On the car ride home I couldn’t stop talking about all that had happened to me.  I know Jeffery couldn’t understand me but he just listened and said there, there. I know. I know, in a calm and relaxed voice. I didn’t even mind being in the plastic cage he was using to transport me because I knew that from here on out everything was going to be all right. As long as I could remain with Jeffery Chambers I would be ok. So it became very important for me to stay close to him.

When I smelled that we were back in the apartment I finally stopped crying. I was so happy to be home that when my cage door was opened I darted out sniffing the air of freedom. My body hurt. I was exhausted. But more than anything else I was famished. I headed towards our bowl maneuvering with difficulty still having that contraption around my neck to prevent me from examining my body. As I walked towards the bowl Vincent and Josie were in my path. They smelled and were looking at me with curiosity but when I approached they hissed and jumped out of the way. Apparently they didn’t recognize me. No matter, I thought. For some reason what they thought about me no longer made a difference. As I approached the bowl my mouth watered. Even though it did not have my name in capital letters this looked like the best meal I had ever seen. I buried my face in the food and swallowed it down barely taking time to chew. I could feel Josie and Vincent as they cautiously sniffed me while my back was turned. After I had my fill, I turned around banging the contraption covering my head into the leg of a chair. Again I heard loud hissing from Vincent and Josie as I headed under the desk to rest my tired miserable bones. They both ran to the opposite corner of the room. Whatever. I thought, and quickly went to sleep.

As the weeks went by I began feeling less pain and more energy. After much whining and complaining from yours truly, Jeffery Chambers decided that it was finally time to take off the horrible contraption surrounding my head which made it difficult to see and also made me unrecognizable to my siblings. As he removed the device I could feel the cold air encircling the moist fur of my neck. I could finally examine my body and the first thing I did was to begin examining the area on my abdomen where the terrorists were conducting dreadful experiments on me. The fur had grown back over the patch but you could still see some evidence of the crime. As soon as my disguise was removed Josie and Vincent ran up to me and began sniffing me. Christopher where have you been? exclaimed Vincent. It’s so good to see you. We thought you were dead brother, said Josie excitedly. She continued, "So much has happened since you were gone. They temporarily replaced you with another beast