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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!

What makes this candidate for

the White House exceptional

is that his political program does not

include cutting the throats

of all white Americans.

Perhaps this is why

he wasn't very successful.

The more popular

David Hillyard screamed,

''We'll kill Nixon and all the sons

of b*tches that are against us.''

Gregory is more modest. He's content

with his image on the dollar bill,

and obtaining what the signers

of the Black Manifesto requested:

300 billion dollars as damages

for the suffering of 3 million slaves.

In the meantime

he's handing out small advances,

and promises that the rest

will be delivered promptly.

The livestock cars that transported

the slaves up north

covered 400 miles in three days

along the left bank of the Mississippi,

all the way up to Natchez or Pittsburgh.

The slave trade was very busy.

It slowed down only in the autumn,

when the trains had to stop

in Baton Rouge,

and the slaves had to proceed on foot

through rain-flooded swamps.

The red flag, which back then was the

symbol of slavery, preceded the convoys.

A tuba, a violin and a trombone

kept up the slaves' morale

when the going was rough.

Neither the slave traders

nor the public, at the time,

considered this trade immoral.

They were comforted in part

by the fact that among their clients

were men such as PresidentJackson

and PresidentJefferson.

Among their colleagues were men such as

David Mitchell, governor of Georgia,

and James Bowie, hero of the Alamo.

Come on. Move it!

Let's have some music!

Make merry! Play!

Come on. Let's have some music!

Be merry. Play for me!

Go free with God.

Go forth, free with God.

Go on, go free with God.

Well then, $300 for the males,

$200 for the females,

and $1 00 for the puppies.

It's all there, right?

In addition to having

illustrious clients,

the traders also had

illustrious suppliers,

like theJesuits

of Saint Inigoe in Maryland.

The Catholic Church had always

ignored slavery,

but when in 1 838 the Pope ordered

that slaves in convents be freed,

theJesuits immediately got rid

of them:
they sold them.

When the convoys reached

the sugarcane and cotton mills,

the traders would allow their Negroes a

few days' rest, so they could present them

to their customers in good shape.

The customers were few, but good.

In 1 850, 4 million slaves were owned

by 4,000 planters.

There were only 400 families

who owned more than 1 0 slaves.

Eighty percent of the white population

had never owned slaves.

The dream of possessing a young Negro

woman tormented the lonely dreams

of poor white men, forced to long periods

of abstinence in such a hot land,

where the white

women were few and intractable.

Not bad, eh?

Many of these poor

and restless men were--

Cut it out.

This is my buddy, Buzz.

This is my buddy, Sonny.

This is my buddy,Jake.

- So, are you coming with us?

- Isn't it illegal?

What do you mean? Nothing

is illegal in this f***ing country.

You hear that?

He wants money.

Many of these poor white men,

the Crackers, as they were called,

were serving what was called

time-limited slavery,

a period of hard labor,

usually of five years,

to pay off the price of the trip

to America from Europe.

Another group was formed by thieves,

rapists, murderers,

who had been deported to the colonies

from French and English prisons.

Their hatred toward the Negroes

was not just a racial issue.

Negroes were always slaves,

and therefore obliged to work for free,

but also to be the scabs

of the white laborers,

who had to choose between

unemployment and a miserable pay.

Come on, let's go.

Thus, the hatred of the white slave

toward the Negro slave

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