BLACK & WHITE

Pigs In The City

 

Extract

 

"Yes you are. And tell me what happens to black pigs?"

The well dressed, white 'gentleman' was standing close. There was this contrast with him and his surroundings. He was immaculate, upper class, English and he was suited and booted. He looked at odds with the overhead pipes at different angles, the cracked concrete floor and the low ceilings. It was an industrial setting that seemed cold and almost alien. It seemed like a desolate place that this man came to, just to do what he was doing to this black woman.

The metal protection on this man's shoe heels created an additional sound to the plop, plop of the water. Like a click, click, click.

"Black pigs suffer Sir. They suffer because they are black pigs."

The black woman wasn't particularly young. Maybe she was in her early to mid twenties. And yet she seemed to be too young to be in a setting like this. There was this beastly sensation that what she was involved with here was something that a woman of her age should not have encountered yet, in her life. Or that she shouldn't encounter at all in the entirety of her life. Such was the brutality of what she was going through, there had to be this disbelief attached to it. And there was.

She was a pretty woman - utterly pretty and with flawless black skin. In fact she was flawless to the point that surely the term 'pig' didn't apply? Except it did. She was entangled in a deeply racially motivated set up. Her being a pig wasn't measured by her stark and disturbing beauty. Not in the slightest. Her being a pig was something that was deeply ingrained in her psyche because of her colour. And it was something that she just was. Like there was no debate to be had that she was a 'pig'. She just was. The same as the fact she was flawless, she was also a pig. And it was the colour of her skin that was the reason for that. Nothing else, just the colour of her skin, and it was clear that this was ingrained into her psyche on such a level, that it would be difficult to imagine that it could be reversed.

"They do. That's very correct, pig. You suffer because of the colour of your skin. How does that make you feel, pig? That you are suffering now because of the colour of your skin? That you have black skin and so you must suffer?"

The way this man spoke to her was tinged with a nastiness that didn't belong in this world either. It was tinged with not a hatred - that would be wrong somehow. It was tinged with the need to be as awful to this young woman as it was possible to be. And the way he spoke to her, the words he used and the tone he used were meant to play on her psyche.

"It makes me feel 'right' Sir. That I am treated the way I should be treated, because I am a black pig. It makes me feel right but at the same time, it makes me know my worth Sir. My worth to you, as my owner and Master."

It was meant to affect her like this. He hadn't been just talking with her and having a conversation - he was playing with her psych to the point that his words were having as much effect on her as what he was doing to her.

Yes, and there was what he was doing to her.

"So thank you Sir, thank you Sir. Thank you so much for treating this black pig as she deserves to be treated."

Her words were clear and precise. It was like she'd been trained to be clear and precise no matter what she was going through at any given time. She was raised, on a wooden structure, her legs spread wide by the upside down V of this structure. The point of that V cutting deep into her sexual flesh. Her sex lips pulled out and down the sides and then stapled there in this butchered like way. There was no pubic hair - it was like that was banned, or forbidden. As though it was forbidden in case it afforded her some kind of protection for what she was going through. She was up off her feet, her full weight down on that upside down V. And the edge, the sharp edge of that construction was rough. Like it hadn't been smoothed out but that it was left splintered for a reason. And that reason can only have been a tortuous one. Indeed there was this obviousness about what that roughness achieved in terms of torture.

"Why were black pigs put on this earth?"