Life on other planets -- Fiction; Science fiction; Slavery -- Fiction
Being an excerpt from a speech delivered by Grigor Pellasin
(Citizen, white male, age forty-seven, two arrests for Disorderly
Conduct, occupation variable, residence variable) in the district
of Hyde Park, city of London, country of England, planet Earth of
the Confederation, in the year of the Confederation two hundred and
ten, on May fourteenth, from two-thirty-seven P. M. (Greenwich)
until three-forty-six P. M. (Greenwich), no serious incidents
reported.
They all talk about equality, friends, and you know what equality is?
Equality is a license to rob you blind and steal you blind, to cut you
up and leave the pieces for the garbage collector, to stuff what's left
of you down an oubliette, friend, and forget about you. That's what
equality is, friends, and don't you let them tell you any different.
Why, years ago there used to be servants, people who did what you told
them. And the servants got liberated, friends, they all got freedom and
equality so they were just like us. Maybe you can remember about those
servants, because they're all in the history books, and the historical
novels, and maybe you do a little light reading now and then, am I
right about that?
Well, sir, those servants got themselves liberated, and do you think
they liked it? Do you think they liked being free and equal?
Oh, don't ask the government, friends, because the government is going
to tell you they liked it just fine, going to tell you they loved it
being just like everybody else, free and equal and liberated at last.
The government's going to tell you a lot of things, and my advice
is, friends, my advice is do some looking and listening for yourself
and think it all out to the right conclusions. Otherwise you're
just letting the government do all your thinking for you and that's
something you don't want.
No, friends, you do your own thinking and you figure out whether they
liked being free, these servants.
You know what being free meant for them?
It meant being out of work.
And how do you think they liked that?
Now, maybe here among us today, among you kind people listening to what
I've got to say to you, maybe there are one or two who've been out of
work during their lifetimes. Am I right? Well, friends, you tell the
others here what it felt like.
It felt hopeless and dragged-out and like something you'd never want to
go through again, am I right?
Of course I'm right, friends. But there was nothing you could do about
being out of work. If you were out of work that was that, and you were
through, no chance, no place to move.
These servants, friends, they liked being servants. I know that's hard
to believe because everybody's been telling you different all your
lives, but you just do a little independent thinking, the way I have,
and you'll see. It was a good job, being a servant. It was steady and
dependable and you knew where you stood.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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