thedestroyer.slavesafari-第16节

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　When　had　it　happened？　When　had　he　e　to　hate　so？
　He　moved　in　a　rhythmic　trot；　his　giant　athlete's　body　swinging　free　and　easy；　the　way　he　used　to　on　the　grass　covered　fields　of　football；　when　he　performed　in　the　big　open…air　cage　for　the　whites　lucky　enough　to　have　a　friend　who　could　help　them　get　season's　tickets。
　No　matter　when　he　started　to　hate。　He　hated。　That　was　enough　of　an　answer；　but　then　he　remembered。　King　Kong　was　why　he　hated。
　Butler　had　had　a　particularly　bitter　argument　with　his　sister；　had　gone　out　into　the　New　York　night；　and　somehow　had　wound　up　listening　to　a　free　lecture　on　racism　~　at　the　New　School　for　Social　Research。
　The　lecturer　was　one　of　that　roving　band　of　non…teaching　teachers　who　make　a　headline　with　one　interesting；　if　erroneous；　statement　and　then　milk　it　for　lecture　fees　at　campuses　for　the　next　twenty　years。　The　lecturer　began　to　talk　about　racism　hi　the　films；　drawing　unsupported　conclusions　from　unsubstantiated　data；　to　the　growing　applause　of　the　two　hundred　people；　mostly　white；　in　the　audience。
　Then　the　house　lights　dimmed　and　film　clips　from　the　old　King　Kong　classic　began　to　be　shown　on　the　screen。　There　were　five　minutes　of　the　giant　ape　terrorizing　Fay　Wray　in　the　jungle；　then　climbing　the　Empire　State　Building　with　her　in　his　giant　hand；　then　standing　there　atop　the　building　until　he　was　gunned　down　by　the　fighter　planes。
　The　speaker　seemed　to　want　to　match　the　auditorium　darkness　with　the　lack　of　light　in　his　own　analysis。
　King　Kong；　he　said；　was　just　a　thinly　veiled　attack　by　while　filmmakers　on　black　sexuality；　a　pandering…to　the　redneck's　fear　of　the　potent　black　man。　The　leering　expressions　of　King　Kong　as　he　lifted　the　white　girl　up　in　his　giant　black　hand；　his　mindless；　headlong；　unswerving　search　for　her　which　typified　the　mythical　lust　of　black　men　for　white　women；　and　the　cheaply　symbolic　end　where　King　Kong　was　shot　down　while　hanging　on　to　the　building's　phallic　symbol　of　a　tower；　thus　signifying　that　the　black　man　would　be　done　in　by　his　erect　phallus…all　these　were　cited　as　proofs　by　the　speaker。
　Butler　looked　around　the　auditorium　at　the　heads　nodding　up　and　down　in　agreement。
　And　these　were　the　liberals；　he　thought；　the　best　hope　of　blacks　in　America…and　not　one　of　them　questioned；　for　even　a　moment；　their　own　willingness　to　equate　a　giant　movie　monkey　with　a　black　man。　Didn't　they　teach　anthropology　in　the　schools　any　more？　Didn't　they　teach　anything？　The　ape　was　hairy；　and　blacks　were　hairless。　Blacks　had　thick　lips；　but　apes　had　no　lips　at　all。　And　yet　these　looney…tunes　could　believe　that　people　would　find　blacks　and　apes　interchangeable。　Why　could　they　believe　that　of　others；　if　they　didn't　really　know　it　of　themselves？
　And　they　were　supposed　to　be　the　best　America　had　to　offer。
　Butler　had　left　the　auditorium　convinced　by　the　speaker　of　just　one　thing：　his　sister　had　been　right　and　he　had　been　wrong。　It　would　take　confrontation　and　possibly　violence　to　get　what　the　black　man　deserved　in　America。
　Butler　tried。　Then　came　that　visit　to　the　Lord　village；　when　William　Forsythe　Butler　had　known　that　he　had　e　home。　He　heard　the　legend　of　the　Loni　and　knew　that　he…he　alone…could　be　the　redeemer　of　that　legend；　that　he　could　use　the　Loni　to　take　over　power　in　Busati　and　show　what　a　black　man　could　do　with　a　government　if　given　half　a　chance。
　He　was　at　the　house　now。　It　was　dark　and　silent。　He　was　glad　there　were　no　dogs。　Willie　Butler　was　afraid　of　dogs。
　He　paused　close　to　the　wall　of　the　house；　looking　around　him；　remembering　the　floor　plan　that　had　been　outlined　to　him　by　a　researcher；　who　had　found　it　hi　the　Library　of　Congress；　under　Historical　Homes　of　Virginia。　The　girl's　room　would　be　second　floor　front　right　He　looked　up。　Latticework；　buried　under　vines；　covered　the　front　of　the　big　building。　He　hoped　the　thin　wood　would　hold　his　weight。
　Butler　tested　it　by　reaching　up；　grabbing　a　piece　of　wood　with　his　right　hand；　and　lifting　his　feet　off　the　ground。
　He　hung　there　suspended　by　his　right　hand　momentarily；　the　wood　was　anchored　and　strong。　He　grunted　softly　to　himself　and　then　began　climbing　the　latticework　like　a　ladder。　The　window　to　the　second　floor　bedroom　was　unlocked　and　open　slightly　at　the　top。　Inside　he　could　hear　the　faint　whirring　of　central　air　conditioning　breathing　coolness　into　the　room。
　The　night　was　black　as　a　railroad　tunnel　at　midnight；　and　the　inside　of　the　bedroom　seemed　to　be　brightly　lighted　by　the　small　lamp　built　into　the　light　switch　near　the　door。
　In　the　bed；　under　a　shiny　sheet；　he　could　make　out　a　woman's　form。　That　should　be　Hillary　Butler。
　Holding　onto　the　latticework　with　one　hand；　Butler　inched　the　bottom　window　up　until　it　was　fully　opened。　Then　he　carefully　stepped　into　the　room；　his　shoes　sinking　deeply　into　the　plush　velvet　carpet　that　covered　the　floor。　He　paused；　sipping　his　breath　carefully　through　his　nose；　trying　to　make　no　sound；　then　moved　toward　the　bed；　the　foot；　around　the　side。　He　could　see　the　girl's　face　now。　It　was　Hillary　Butler；　sleeping　the　dreamy　sleep　of　the　peaceful…with…the…world。　That　she　slept　in　this　air…conditioned　room　under　that　satin　sheet　because　her　ancestors　had　carted　men　and　women　and　babies　across　an　ocean　in　the　hold　of　a　stinking　rat…infested　ship；　did　not　seem　to　intrude　on　her　sleep　at　all。　Butler　hated　her。
　He　stepped　back　and　from　his　pocket　took　a　small　foil…wrapped　packet。　Carefully　he　pinched　the　top　to　break　the　air…tight　seal。
　The　characteristic　smell　of　chloroform　rose　from　the　package　into　his　nostrils。　From　the　packet；　he　pulled　out　a　heavy　gauze　pad　soaked　with　the　drug；　and　carefully　put　the　foil　back　into　his　jacket。
　Quickly　he　moved　forward。　He　stood　alongside　the　girl　and　transferred　the　chloroform　pad　to　his　right　hand。　Then　he　reached　down　and　covered　the　girl's　nose　and　mouth　with　the　pad。　Hillary　Butler　bolted　upright　in　bed；　and　the　big　man　dropped　his　body　on　hers　to　hold　her　still。　She　thrashed　for　a　few　seconds；　her　eyes　wide　open　and　shocked；　trying　to　see　her　attacker；　but　only　able〃　to　see　the　glint　of　light　reflecting　off　a　golden　chain…link　ring　on　the　hand　that　covered　her　face。　Her　thrashing　slowed　down。　Finally；　she　was　still。
　Butler　stood　up　and　looked　down　at　the　unconscious　girl。　He　left　the　pad　on　her　face　and　methodically　began　to　search　the　room。
　He　carefully　went　through　a　clothes　closet　that　ran　the　length　of　one　wall；　looking　at　dresses　and　rejecting　them　until　he　found　one；　a　blue　and　white　jersey　shift　with　a　hand…made　label　from　an　exclusive　New　York　City　couturier。　He　made　sure　the　other　garments　were　hanging　neatly　before　he　closed　the　closet。　On　a　dressing　table；　he　saw　a　polished　ebony　wood　jewelry　box。　He　reached　inside　and　grabbed　a　handful　of　jewelry；　carried　it　to　the　room's　little　night　light；　and　inspected　it　He　took　an　engraved　golden　charm　bracelet　and　a　pair　of　gem　earrings。　The　rest　he　returned　to　the　box。
　Butler　rolled　up　the　blue　and　white　dress　and　stuck　it　under　the　belt　of　his　trousers。　The　jewelry　went　into　an　inside　jacket　pocket。
　At　the　bed；　he　pulled　the　chloroform　pad　off　the　girl's　face；　put　it　back　in　his　pocket；　then　lifted　the　girl　up　in　one　muscled　arm；　carrying　her　under　his　arm　like　a　rolled　up　set　of　blueprints　and　went　back　to　the　window。
　With　ease　that　surprised　him；　he　carried　the　girl　down。　Still　holding　her　under　one　arm；　he　moved　toward　the　line　of　trees　and　headed　back　for　the　roadway　where　his　car　waited。
　He　dumped　the　little　rich　girl　on　the　floor　in　the　back　of　the　car；　covered　her　with　a　blanket　and　then　drove　off　quickly。　He　didn't　want　to　be　stopped　by　any　policemen　wondering　what　a　black　in　a　rented　car　was　doing　in　this　section　of　the　county　at　almost　three　o'clock　in　the　morning。
　After　parking　hi　the　motel　lot　in　front　of　his　room；　Butler　placed　a　fresh　chloroform　pad　near　Hillary　Butler's　face；　then　went　inside　his　room　where　the　prostitute　was　still　unconscious。
　He　dressed　her　in　Hillary　Butler's　blue　and　white　dress；　then　put　on　the　stolen　jewelry。　The　charm　bracelet　engraved　on　the　back。　〃To　Hillary　Butler　from　Uncle　Laurie。〃　Earrings。　They　were　made　for　pierced　ears。　The　whore's　ears　were　not　pierced。　Butler　swore　under　his　breath。　Damn；　just　like　a　white　bitch；　not　to　have　holes　where　you　wanted　her　to。　He　rammed　the　point　of　one　earring　through　the　fleshy　lobe　of　the　unconscious　girl　who　did　〃hot　even　stir；　even　though　drops　of　blood　ran　down　her　ear　from　the　small　hole。　He　clipped　the　earring　hi　back　with　the　small　squeeze　lock　attachment；　then　fastened　the　other　earring　in　the　same　way。
　Butler　untied　the　girl's　ropes　and　stashed　them　in　his　small　suitcase。　From　a　back　partment　of　the　bag；　he　pulled　out　two　heavy　brown…colored　plastic　bags；　shaped　like　army　duffle　bags。
　He　stuffed　the　prostitute　into　one　of　them。　The　bag　locked　at　the　top　with　metal　snaps　but　there　was　enough　gap　in　the　closure　for　air　to　get　in。　General　William　Forsythe　Butler　took　the　other　bag　out　into　the　parking　lot。　There　was　no　one　in　sight。　Only　three　cars　were　parked　in　the　lot；　and　those　rooms　were　darkened；　their　occupants　probably　asleep。　Butler　opened　the　back　door　of　the　Buick；　reached　in　and　began　to　feed　Hillary　Butler　into　the　b