Michael Weller
"An Island for Whites",
Book VII, Chapter 48.
The blue reservation.
Part one. The regions of social defense.
2. A Morning roll call
Gentle morning coolness and still not yet hot rays of the rising sun. A trampled sandy ground with an unpainted wooden platform, the flooring creaks under a pair of polished boots.
"Level up! Attention!"
The endless and loosely dressed crowd, ideally lined up in many lines, trembled, turning in stone.
"Well, faggots, haven't you had enough of it? Haven't you preached out enough, you pederasts? Who else is here so that I tear your ass? What?! I don't get an answer!! That is, nobody. Listen to my order! Today we are to practice sitting down on a hedgehog with a bare ass. Who wants to demonstrate? Are there volunteers? I ask – are there volunteers?! No, that's OK. Good. You are already beginning to figure out what is what. You are lucky: for today, it is canceled.
"Head of the first barrack!"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Have the re-educateers learned their lesson for today?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Then sing along!"
The right-flank column started marching on the spot, and hoarse throats thundered:
Drop your dirty prick down fast
Don't even dream about my ass!
God has fixed my ugly lust
Now females fit my gust!
"I don't hear descants! Where are the falsettos? Why are no second parts? What kind of singing is it?! The entire barrack is fined for half a day's ration. After finishing the work, rehearse until lights out!
"Yes, Sir!"
"Head of the second barrack!"
"Yes, Sir!"
"What are you waiting for?! For a bouquet of violets in the ass and dick in your mouth?"
"Sorry, sir!"
The second column struck the dust with a unified blow of a thousand feet, and with a whistle, with a hoot and screech, yelled:
We will piss and shit with pomp
On Gomorrah and Sodom!
Time of reckoning is back,
God has punished ugly fags
"Today it's better. I will make a choir out of you, you will perform concerts. However, I don't hear deep conviction! You are merely yelling as though an elephant is fucking you: where is your soul, I am asking? Where is your repentance? Okay, this time you have a credit.
"Third barrack!"
"Yes, Sir! Done, Sir!"
"Merritt! Three steps forward!"
"Re-educatee Merritt, Sir! Second rank, fifteen years, Sir!"
"Yeah, it was you who was recently brought in; they caught you, a lustful ferret. So you are our professor. From the University. From Berkeley: not an ordinary faggot, we can say. An activist, as you have it, LGBT plus perverts of all stripes. An ideologist of defilement and depravity, who liked to seduce boys and the young, who got used to fuck first-year students, I surmise, and participated in parades. I leafed through your personal file ...
Defilement and depravity
"So, Merritt, have no illusions. Heck! You'll never fulfill your re-education with me. You are one of those who prepared the Catastrophe, now I'll arrange a catastrophe for you. You won't get out of here alive, you bastard. I'll fuck you with a horse. You may say that we don't have a horse in the camp, but this is a fixable problem. We'll borrow a horse from a nearby ranch, will we?
"You can say that the horse would not prick you as you are not a mare. However, we will bring a horse with a veterinarian, and the veterinarian will come with a horse stimulator and the essence of the mare's secret – they spray a donkey with it before the stallion covers her. That's how hinnies are made, didn't you know? Well, you weren't interested, you're our sociologist who fucked audience not only in the ass, but also in the brain. Then they blindfold the horse while the donkey – you! – are tied. And he will insert his hefty shaft in your hole (because where can I find a donkey for him?)"
(The guards cackle, while subservient and relieved laughter breaks out in places in the columns on ground – as nothing unexpected threatens them yet.)
"This will be your punishment, Merritt. We don't have surgery here, so pray. Have you developed enough your hole? The horse's prick is something, you know... Have you ever seen a horse's cock, professor? You'll see it in a few days...
"The scumbag already fainted. Yes, it's surely not like coming in orgasm while pricking the buttocks of tender freshmen and sucking their pink dicks. Take him to the holding cell. It's the highest responsibility of the head guard that this old professor-the-fag doesn't hang himself!"
"Well, faggots! Shit-eaters and cock-suckers! I will deal with you as a Roman emperor did with his people! Circus performance, free spectacle! A criminal fucked by a favorite horse! And you already have bread, you ass-fuckers. On Saturday before dinner, we all will enjoy the performance. For a good appetite.
"Brigadiers – get everyone to work! The fifth barrack goes to the quarry! If they do not fulfill the norm, they will remain without the ration. The eighth barrack goes resting on manure. Appreciate it: the work is easy, environmentally friendly, and it makes sense – to mold bricks and to build comfortable barracks for their own comrades.
"Water provision for everyone – the full norm, the usual one. The fifth – appreciate my kindness!
"Orchestra! Strike the anthem! The roll call is over. Who is there lying on the ground again? What? Two more? I'll rot the funeral service!! Why are the corpses still here?"