“Call
him Jim,” Edward had addressed the faint-looking Jam on that very day he
brought Jim. And since that day, the works were shared between Jam and Jim. But
even at that, things didn’t change, the problems only aggravated. Since Edward
saw that they were two, he gave them more work than necessary. He willingly
included unnecessary tasks to their work to make it worse. He told them to
clean his pigsty five times a day and
make sure that they clean up any waste
product his pigs released the very minute they released it. As a result of this
grievous task, Jam was told to stay permanent at the pigsty, while Jim cleaned
up the house and utensils as much as Edward wanted. Jam was to only appear in
the main house if he was called for. And that had been their lifestyle, so
outrageous.
But even in this despicable era, some
people had made an order, backed by the law, for every slave owning citizen to
set free their slaves. Jam and Jim didn’t hear or know about of this rule;
maybe they would have taken to their heels and escape. Edward capitalized on
their ignorance and exploited them the more. The willing members of the saving
group had even given out some cash for the masters to yield to their call,
notwithstanding the lawfulness of their act. They have similarly stipulated the
punishment for any form of disobedience; none of these moved Edward, none.
&&&&&
Edward
came out of the building again to find his two slaves still sitting and lying
hopelessly on the floor. He did nothing to announce his presence, he went back
to the house and brought out with him a big flask filled with hot water. He
poured the water on the slaves simultaneously and watched, laughing, them as
they suffered the consequences of his wicked action.
“Look at you,” Edward stated. “....as
foolish as anything I’ve ever seen. This is just a simple lesson for you. When
I give you work to do next time, you do it immediately. Two fools in the house
really bring shame.”
Edward
went inside again, dropped the flask and brought out a bottle of whisky from
his gallery. He got a glass cup from somewhere, poured in the drink and started
drinking.
The two slaves had no choice; they
pulled themselves together and went back to work. They only wished they could
be safe, they wish they could one day live on their own like normal people,
they wished they could get their freedom. Their dreams were just their dreams,
they didn’t know how long it would take for them to realize it, if at all they
would, but they knew nothing was impossible. Maybe someday they could build
their own house; maybe someday they could own a car, maybe someday, just maybe
someday.
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