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but I did so only because they were

stupid, smelly, sad and boring.

I am an aristocrat, and I believe

in freedom, but not in equality.

This is my statement.

Signed,John Randolph of Roanoke.

I'm John Pithiou,

and I think that slavery

is the natural condition of the poor,

whether white or black.

In fact, I consider it ideal,

because it's synonymous with a full

belly, a guaranteed dwelling,

medical help and security in old age,

whereas for us it's a status symbol.

Furthermore, we mustn't forget,

gentlemen,

that we whites make up only

20%% of the world's population,

so if one day we gave up our power,

it would be the end of us.

It will depend solely on us,

and I mean solely on us,

if a meek slave or a snake in the grass

gets off the slave trader's ship.

What a stench! What did you bring,

a load of rotten meat?

What are you talking about?

It's top choice.

They stink because they eat like pigs,

then they throw up and mess themselves.

- How long was the trip?

- 94 days.

Didn't they get air on the bridge?

Are you crazy, with the sea

full of English ships?

The times have changed.

This is contraband merchandise.

If I get caught with one Negro on board,

I'll be hung.

And I wouldn't be the first.

If they spent the entire trip down

there, they must be all rotten.

No way! On this ship rule

number one is hygiene.

Hygiene and cleanliness.

If one of them gets really sick,

I don't wait for him to spread

it to the whole load.

I throw him overboard and that's that.

I deliver my merchandise in good shape.

- Are you interested or not?

- How many are there?

3 27 between males and females.

These are all males. No syphilis.

Black meat was sold either

by the head or by weight.

The load was arranged in layers,

and each Negro had a berth

3 5 by 1 2 inches, in which he was

chained from 45 to 90 days,

depending on the wind.

This way,

over the course of two centuries,

about 50 million slaves were shipped

to the Americas,

30 million of which did not survive

the journey.

To keep epidemics at bay, the Negroes

were watered three times a day

with carbolic acid and sea water.

The load was always insured.

But since the insurance paid only

if the Negro died on board,

if an epidemic broke out, the captain

would rather not take chances,

and preferred to unload a whole

shipment in the sea, still alive,

rather than risk unloading a ship

of dying men and women.

Dysentery depreciated the merchandise,

so in order to keep it from buyers,

the captain would order the sealing

of''leaky holes'' with a cork

sealed with tow and tar.

In November of 1 81 2,

in a shipment of 41 5 slaves,

the buyer contested 21 6,

because he realized that

they had been plugged up.

The captain was Jean Lafitte,

the famous pirate patriot hero

who sold slaves in Louisiana to raise

money for Karl Marx in Europe.

- What's that mushy stuff?

- Corn, molasses and fat.

They love it. We have to tie them up

and give them a little at a time,

otherwise they'd choke.

That one doesn't seem to like it.

That one has decided to let himself

starve to death. Pitiful!

Hey, we need a chisel and hammer

and a funnel over here.

The remedy was quite frightening,

and served as an example.

And even if it cost the master

a little damage,

a Negro minus three or four teeth

was always better than a dead one.

- Let's say $1 50 a head.

- I said I'll buy them by the pound.

- The whole shipment for $2 a pound.

- Seven dollars.

- Three.

- Six.

- Four.

- All right, but I'm losing money.

1 20 years later, three or four

generations at the most,

and some of them have already

forgotten. They are not many.

Perhaps the equivalent of

a few hundred shipments of slaves.

Ambassadors, ministers, industrialists,

intellectuals, artists:

all individual fortunes worth

millions of dollars.

Deaf to the insults of the priests

of Negro-ness, these Uncle Tom pigs

have quietly joined the system,

and followed the great

American dream of success,

seen as the sporting

victory over life's adversities.

For the first time, the self-made man

is black, and that's saying a lot,

if we consider that among his many

misfortunes this is perhaps the worst:

well-dressed, worldly,

so well integrated as to appear

lighter skinned than his fellow Negroes,

a little chubby, due to a residual hunger

that subconsciously still haunts him,

he is still the same Negro who arrived

on board a ship with LeroyJones,

Malcolm X,

Cleaver and the Black Panthers.

Those men are either in Harlem

or in prison, plotting revenge.

This man is here.

He dances a waltz in a tuxedo,

and tomorrow will go to work

wearing a double-breasted suit.

The self-made Negro is proud

of his past misfortunes,

and the horrors of slavery are his epic.

This was the most famous slave sorting

and clearing center in Louisiana.

Even Thomas Ewell wrote about it.

Let's read some excerpts

from the camp's rules and regulations:

''It is ordered that at Fort Bastille

all African slaves be quarantined.''

Page 1 1 6:
''In large iron cages,

slaves with mange and scabies

will be fumigated

with ailanthus vapors.

The epileptics will be hung by the feet

so their blood, flowing to the head,

will arrest their convulsions.''

Reading from page 1 22:

''It is mandatory for all slaves

to receive an initial bath in a mixture

of water, salt, ash, and soapwort root.''

Now, reading from page 1 30:

''The bath will be followed by a greasing

with lard, palm oil and turpentine.

We remind our employees that 82%%

of imported slaves is afflicted with

contagious skin diseases,

and that therefore the law forbids

their trade.

Using the specially designed slides,

the slaves will be gathered

for the next phase of their cleansing.

Eggs and lice that may have survived

the previous treatments

will be exterminated with the total

destruction of their natural habitat.

The razors must be sharpened

every 200 shavings,

to avoid damage to the scalps.''

Cleansed both inside and out,

the Negro was fortified before

the long journey inland

with a daily ration of a half gallon

of corn meal,

a pint of beans,

a pound of sweet potatoes,

- a pound of fat --

- Don't go overboard.

They only get a half-pound of fat.

This is not an Italian restaurant.

Besides, we don't need

a defense lawyer.

Look at them. All they want

is to eat, to eat anything.

To eat and to f***, that's all

they want. And they want to survive.

To survive anything, beatings,

syphilis, cholera, the heat, the cold.

Their strength lies in their

adaptability.

Both in heaven and in hell,

they fill their bellies

and spit out dozens of children.

I for one agree with those

who support mandatory castration.

I don't mean to be cruel,

but if we don't cut off a few million

black balls now,

you can be sure

that in one or two hundred years--

Dick Gregory, the first Negro

President of the United States!

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