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They was raped by the white man, raped in front of their husbands. And the husbands could do nothing about it. They was raped in front of their own children and the husbands could do nothing about it. They was raped by old men and by boys younger than their own boys and the husbands could do nothing about it. They was made to take white cock in their asses and in their mouths right in front of their husbands and their children and nobody could do nothing about it. For two hundred years they suffered unimaginable abuse at the hands of the white men and the white women too. Thousands upon thousands of black women made to give their openings to the white man whenever he wanted to fuck or felt like having his cock sucked. The husbands and children of these women knowing about it, watching it and not able to do a thing to prevent it.” He paused and leaned back and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he leaned forward toward them. “Is that what you teach the black kids in your African American Cultures class, Mrs. Gardner?”
    She shook her head, “No...no...I don’t.”
    “I got a nephew that was in your class for a day till you had him tossed out for two weeks. His name is Darnell. You remember him?”
    “Yes....yes....I do. I remember him.”
    “Ain’t you forgetting something?”
    “I’m sorry. Yes, Master, I remember Darnell.”
    He changed the subject. “Reparations,” he said, “yes reparations are required and I don’t mean that the government can get off the hook by sending every Negro in America a check for two-hundred dollars.” He sipped his coffee looking at them over the rim of the cup. “Did you know that in the early nineteen hundreds long after Lincoln was supposed to have freed the slaves black men and women were routinely tortured and mutilated then often hanged or burned alive before celebrating crowds sometimes numbering in the thousands? White folks would bring their children to witness the spectacle of a black boy being burned alive because he was accused of looking in a certain way at a white woman. In Waco, Texas, in May of 1916, fifteen thousand white Texans gathered to watch an eighteen year old boy named Jesse Washington burned alive because someone said he looked at a white woman in a ‘certain’ way. They shouted, ‘Burn, Burn, Burn’ as he was lowered into the flames.” He paused staring across at them. “Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Gardner. Retribution.”
    “I’m sorry,” Ann said. “I didn’t know.”
    “You teach ‘African American Culture’ goddamn it! It’s your obligation to know!” He was quiet for several minutes leaning back in his chair, his eyes closed. When he sat up, he waved the contracts at them, “At the end of the ninety days you, Mrs. Gardner, will have some idea of what it was like to be black in America. In some places it hasn’t changed all that much. You’re going to belong to us. Mrs. Gardner, you’re going to belong to the members of the NWS. You’re going to be our bitch and your husband is going to help you be our obedient bitch and to watch you become our willing bitch.” He stood, still holding the contracts. Today’s Friday. I want you to be here tomorrow evening at seven o’clock. By then I want you to have memorized the contracts. You’re to know the numbers of each requirement and exactly what each says.” Ann began to put on her raincoat. “Leave that off. You’re to be seen in public the way we want you to be seen.” He led them to the door. “Rona has other instructions for you. You’re to do exactly what she says, do you understand?”
    Together they murmured, “Yes, Master.”
    “One thing more. In public you refer to the black man, every black man, as sir. You refer to black women as Miss. Use Master and Mistress when not in public places.”
    Rona directed them to a couch next to one of the tall windows. She stood before them unsmiling. “The bitch is to report to me at 9:00 tomorrow morning. She’s going to have her