Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2006 09:26:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Cool Dude <ivan_2034@yahoo.com>
Subject: College Boys - Part One
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College Boys - Part One.
Although one could still sense late Summer, I nevertheless felt a
cold chill on my body as I lay huddled with my hands cuffed in
front of me and my ankles shackled in the luggage compartment of
Rick's SUV. I was clad only in thin cotton shorts and a tunic of
similar material, the type of outfit that was typical slave garb,
and that was not sufficient to keep out the cold. Rick had kept
the heater turned down to a comfortable level up front at Charlie's
request and thus little of the heat penetrated through to the
luggage compartment. I knew better than to say a word, let alone
complain, and bore the cold as stoically as possible. At a guess I
would say we had been on the road for some three hours which meant
that we still had another three hours of driving ahead in order to
complete our journey.
Charlie turned to Rick. "Dude, I'm fuckin starving. My stomach
thinks my throat's been cut. What say we stop at the next diner
and have a burger?"
Rick replied, "Sounds like a plan bro, but we'll have to find a
place with slave facilities. Although that ought not to be too
much of a problem."
"Oh, shit, yeah," said Charlie, "I'd forgotten about Brad, uh, I
mean Ringo. The free man's burden is always with us!" They both
laughed at the witticism.
Shortly thereafter Rick attracted Charlie's attention: "Look, up
ahead, one of those new Motor Meccas. My Dad was saying that they
have every imaginable convenience for the traveler. They are
bound to have slave facilities. Let's give them a try."
Rick exited the freeway and the SUV soon came to a halt at an
entrance with a neon sign which emblazoned "Slave Parking".
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In the 25 years since the re-introduction of slavery and the 20
years since a right-wing administration had, amidst some
controversy, been installed in the nation's capital, the free-and-
easy atmosphere which had pervaded the people previously, had
slowly dissipated. The so-called war on terrorism, despite much
evidence to the contrary, had been trumpeted up to such a degree
that there existed a latent fear, among politicians and the public
alike, that any expressed opposition to the administration's line
would be interpreted as an act hostile to the state. Many civil
liberties had been curtailed. In addition an alliance between the
governing Conservatives and extreme right-wing religious
fundamentalists, had created an atmosphere of false social
correctness. Abortion had finally been outlawed, gay activists
were harassed at every turn, and social mores which advocated no
sex outside of marriage, narrow confines for teenage behavior, the
diminution of women's rights and those of couples cohabiting
outside marriage, were inculcated in the public's minds. In this
stifling atmosphere the institution of slavery had strengthened
considerably contrary to what one would have thought. It had
provided clear economic advantages and thus the powers-that-be had
sought to justify it at every turn. The religious establishment
rationalized that the Bible clearly sanctioned slavery and thus
were in full support of it. It was against this background that
Bradley Pierce had found himself sentenced to lifetime slavery.
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Bradley and his brother Dallas, who was one year almost to the day
younger, had been raised in a working-class family in the south-
western town of Sunninghill. The Pierces were by no means wealthy
but the family really went short of little. Tom Pierce, their
father, had worked for many years for Parker Engineering
Enterprises, where he had finally been promoted to the post of
chief foreman. He was a typical "blue collar" type and really
harbored no further ambitions. The firm was a family-owned one and
Tom was fiercely loyal to the present owner, Jack Parker, who he
had known since high school days. This type of relationship was
typical of those which one would find in small towns.
Bradley and Dallas were in the same grade at school since Brad had
contracted rheumatic fever at an early age and had been forced to
miss a year's schooling. The brothers were quite close although
they had different interests and moved in different circles.
Bradley was less outgoing than his brother and had cultivated
friendships principally with boys and girls of the same social
standing living in the same suburban part of town. Dallas on the
other hand had a greater interest in sports and was popular in
"jock" circles at school. As a result he had become friendly with
kids from more privileged backgrounds and, in particular, with Jack
Parker's elder son, Rick, and another boy from a wealthy
background, Charlie Smithers. Dallas reveled in his friendship
with Rick and Charlie and spent many a weekend at the home of one
or the other. There he experienced a lifestyle he otherwise would
not have encountered. The large houses the two boys lived in, the
presence of a coterie of slaves attending to the families' every
whim, an environment in which the lack of money played no part,
were all grist to his mill. Rick's father too seemed to take a
special interest in his long-term employee's younger son. When
Dallas would return home on a Sunday evening, the stark contrast
between his own situation, no transport of his own, meat loaf
regularly on Wednesdays, fish on Fridays, and having to share a
bathroom and a computer with Bradley, really hit home and a
resentment started to build up.
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All four boys were in the same class during the final year of high
school, Brad being a year older than the other three at 19.
Naturally as graduation grew closer talk turned to the question of
college. Neither Rick nor Charlie had great academic records and,
although their parents could have afforded the best colleges, they
were unable to gain entrance and thus they had both applied to the
same college in a neighboring state and been accepted. They were
both keen that Dallas should accompany them but he avoided the
issue when asked. Meanwhile, in the Pierce household, the question
of a college education for the boys had ultimately to be faced.
Tom realized that with the best will in the world he would not be
able to afford to send two boys to college. Thus it was that
shortly before graduation he called Brad and Dallas into the living
room one evening and informed them of the situation. He indicated
that Bradley, being the older, would be given the opportunity to
attend college. As far as Dallas was concerned, it was suggested
that he should obtain a part-time job to fund his studies, which he
should pursue on a part-time basis. While studying he would be
able to live rent and board free at home. Dallas's reaction was
predictable and he stormed out of the room. Not only was he being
discriminated against but his cozy friendship with his best buds
would be disrupted. He realized that of all the people in his
social circle, he would become the only outsider and doubtless be
subject to the usual patronizing treatment. The resentment he now
felt knew no bounds.
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While lounging around in Charlie's bedroom one evening, smoking a
joint and enjoying a beer which Charlie had smuggled up from the
games room in the basement, Dallas finally plucked up the courage
to tell his two friends that he would not be able to join them at
college. He outlined the whole sorry tale, having difficulty in
holding back tears of rage and shame.
"Jesus, dude," said Charlie, "what sort of a bum deal is that?"
It was inconceivable to him that such a situation could possibly
arise.
Rick too was non-plussed. "How is it possible that after no many
years of work a father is unable to send his son to college?" he
asked. "And why Bradley? He aint got better grades than you, Dal.
And what's more he just aint the type to fit in at college. He
dont play sports and definitely aint the partying type. It's just
fuckin incredible."
Dallas's revelation cast a pall on proceedings and neither the weed
nor the booze was able to lift their spirits. Eventually Charlie
decided to put into words what all three of them had been
ruminating on.
"Look, guys, I aint got nuthin against Brad apart from the fact
that he is a bit of a nerd. But, really, if you look at the whole
picture, how could anyone consider him to be better material for
college than Dal. It just don't make any sense. Dal's got all the
qualities necessary to make a success of college. Brad, on the
other hand, will probably join the debating society and that's
about it. He definitely won't contribute to sport and that sorta
thing. So he's a year older than Dal but what the fuck has that
got to do with anything? I definitely think we gotta do something
about the situation."
Dallas's spirits started to rise and he was encouraged by what
Charlie had said. Rick had listened to Charlie but he was more
practically minded and he knew that in the society they lived in
the elder son would always get the nod in a situation such as this.
He didn't want to get Dallas's hopes up.
"You got any ideas, Charlie?" Rick asked.
Charlie didn't immediately respond. After some thought he made a
suggestion
"Look, guys, the only way I think we can get Dal's old man to
change his mind is if we were able to compromise Brad in some way.
Tom Pierce, no offence Dal, is a bit of a puritan and if Brad were
shown to have behaved in a less than noble way, he might well
decide to punish him by sending Dal instead of him to college. I
mean, let's be honest here. Dal should really be the one goin to
college, not Brad, and it would soon blow over anyway."
Dallas interjected. "Charlie, I don't wanna get Brad in no
trouble."
Charlie quickly replied. "Dal, u wanna join us at college or not?
If so, we gotta do something. It aint gonna just happen dude."
Rick had said nothing and was clearly unconvinced. However,
Charlie undertook to give it some further thought and they agreed
to meet again the following night and take matters from there.
To be continued.