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Enslaving with ego

In this modern world where slavery is supposed to be non-extant. How can you enslave not only a single human but a whole race? The word race and enslave in a single sentence arouses suspicion and is condemned. This suspicion and prohibitive stance towards talking about these, helps the masters.

It is “EGO”. In past couple of posts (1, 2); I discussed how ego was the villain of humanity. It is so powerful that it can enslave the self. But it is ignorance towards ego that allows those, who understand its power, to use it against the very person who thinks the masters cannot touch them. The very ego that makes them feel strong and free from the grasps of their opponents, is in truth, their opponents chains to bind and control.

You convince people that everything that is wrong with them is actually their pride. It is their way to doing things. It is their way of life. And anyone trying to convince them otherwise, is demeaning their self, their existence and their social/individual entity. Thus converting people who see their enslavement and want to help into their mortal enemies.

So how do you start this? First you alienate the women. Poke the ego of the men to objectify the feminine of their race. As human society has been mostly patriarchal in several centuries, this is easy. You can either constrain them by falsely pointing out that women are lower/weaker than men. A woman trying to fight for herself is wrong in doing so and should be taught a lesson.

In societies/religion where this is not allowed or difficult. You demean the women. You shape their brain to think that displaying and objectifying their self and body is what they want and not what they have been brainwashed to do. Doing so allows the men to see them as objects instead of equals.

With half of the population out of picture and successfully under control of one gender. If you can appeal to the ego of the remainder, you win the war on their brains and can enslave them. You twist your hand and the hands of your slaves twist their hands to force the subordinated women.

How do you control the men? Easy. Take away education from them. Make them think that it is their choice not to study. Or better if possible teach them the incorrect version of things. Help them idolize the criminals, the quitters, the mentally/physically unfit and the uneducated. Humans for some reasons are attracted to the wrong thing.  When the young see their older generation follow their enslavement with pride, they follow the same path.

There will be some exceptions, some strong willed people who understand there is something wrong with the society at large and want to change at least themselves, if not the world. Slowly this disease of self understanding will propagate and the slaves will see for themselves and break the chains. But till then, the masters can use/bend them, the way they want to.

Is everything written above actually true? – I don’t know but it falls into the patterns of society now.

Remember the story of how elephants are tied to thin chains they can easily break but because of experiences they assume themselves to be weak. Also, it took those who were slaved a long time to break the tradition and fight for themselves despite the fact that the number of slaves was mostly greater than their masters.

Warmth

He sat on the stool next to the bed. She lay on the king-sized bed with old stained dark red sheets. The room looked small for such a large bed. The sky blue curtains on the single window in the room hardly let any light in. It faced towards the busy road and was smeared with rain drops sliding on the glass. Deep in thought of his past and worries of his future, he sat still.

A sudden gasp and life left her. He didn’t check her pulse nor her breath. He knew she was gone. Hidden emotions exploded within him but all his tears were sucked into the pit in his heart where she lived.

He heard a thump and realized he had fallen off the stool and was now sitting on the floor. It was cold. Cold. She would soon be cold too, he thought.

Slowly the warmth of her body will leave her along with the colour of her skin. Her beautiful pink cheeks will soon turn pale. Pink, a colour mostly attributed with feminism. He loved pink. And loved her to see in pink. He shrugged then started collapsing under his own weight and started curling. It looked like the hole in his heart was sucking him in. Like a black hole millions of miles away stealing light and warmth of stars.

Warmth. He couldn’t remember what it felt like.

Stripping Pride

She lied in her room alone with solace and pride. She moved to the neighbourhood despite her counsel. It was cheap enough for her to afford and save some money for school. Working at the low income job as a waitress wasn’t her idea of life but without realizing when or how she ended up here. Among the people she saw as low lives.
It was here, he first saw her. The sweet round face with a brown eyes and black hair. Her eyes shown with the pride and determination to lead herself out of her circumstances.

He was nobody. Bragging about the things he had done. Stealing where he could. Begging if he couldn’t. He started following her.
She became aware of his movements but did nothing about it for the fear of retaliation.

There was a thud followed by a crackling sound of breaking glass. A chill went down her spine. All the advice she had got for not renting the place past her eyes. Before long, someone tried pushing the door.

She slammed the door tight. But he was strong. He pushed back.

Her twin bed was covered with blue sheets and had Mickey mouse on it. The cartoon character that had seen a world change would today be a silent witness on crime against her.

He pulled his knife out and pushed it against her door. It pierced her flesh and she bled. She had never thought she would bleed this way. Again and again he pushed the knife in a harmonic motion and she cried moaned for it was anything but harmonic.

Knowing he had done her and satisfied with his hunger for crime fulfilled. He glanced at his knife covered with blood and other bodily fluids before tucking it inside.