“He was resurrected here. Hacking became convinced that the only happy states on The River were going to be made up of people with similar colors, similar tastes, and of the same terrestrial period. Anything else just won’t work. People here aren’t going to change. Back on Earth he could believe in progress, because the young were flexible-minded. The old ones would die off, and then the children of the young whites would be even more free of racial prejudice. But here that just isn’t going to take place. Every man’s set in his ways. So, unless Hacking just happened to find a community of late-twentieth-century whites, he would find no whites without racial hatreds or prejudices. Of course, the ancient whites didn’t have any against blacks, but they’re too strange for a civilized man.”
Sam asked, “What’s all this leading up to, Sinjoro Firebrass?”
“We want a homogeneous nation. We can’t get all latetwentieth-century blacks, but we can get as black a nation as possible. Now, we know that you have approximately three thousand blacks in Parolando. We would like to exchange our Dravidians, Arabs, any nonblacks, for your blacks. Hacking is making similar proposals to your neighbors, but he doesn’t have any lever with them.”
King John sat up and said, loudly. “You mean he doesn’t have anything they want?”
Firebrass looked coolly at John and said, “That’s about it. But we’ll have a lever some day.”
“Do you mean when you have enough steel weapons?” Sam said. Firebrass shrugged.
John crashed his empty cup down on the table. “Well, we don’t want your Arabs or your Dravidians or any of your Soul City dregs!” he shouted. “But I’ll tell you what we will do! For every ton of bauxite or cryolite or ounce of platinum, we will give you one of our black citizens! You can keep your Saracen infidels or send them packing downRiver or drown them for all we care.”
“Wait a minute,” Sam said. “We can’t give our citizens away. If they want to volunteer, fine. But we don’t just give anybody away. This is a democracy.” Firebrass’ expression had darkened at John’s outburst.
I wasn’t suggesting that you give anybody away,” he said. “We’re not slave dealers, you know. What we want is a one-per-one voluntary exchange. The Wahhabi Arabs, whom ar-Rahman and Fazghuli represent, feel they’re unwelcome at Soul City and they would like to go where they could congregate in their own community, form a sort of Kasbah, you might say.”
Sam thought this sounded fishy. Why couldn’t they do that just as well in Soul City? Or why didn’t they just get up and leave? One of the beauties of this world was that ties or property or dependence on income did not exist. A man could carry everything he owned on his back—and building another house was easy in a world where new bamboo grew at a rate of two inches a day.
It was possible that Hacking wanted to get his people into Parolando so that they could spy or revolt when Hacking invaded.
Sam said, “We’ll put your proposition about the exchange to each individual. That’s all we can do. Now, does Sinjoro Hacking plan to keep on supplying us with the minerals and with wood?”
“As long as you keep on sending us raw ore and steel weapons,” Firebrass said. “But Hacking is thinking of upping the price.”
John’s fist smashed into the tabletop again. “We will not be robbed!” he shouted. “We are paying too much now! Don’t push us, Sinjoro Firebrass, or you may find yourselves with nothing! Nothing at all—not even your lives!”
“Take it easy, Your Majesty,” Sam said quietly. To Firebrass he said, “John isn’t feeling well. Please forgive him. However, he does have a point. We can be pushed only so far.”
Abdullah X, a very big and very black man, jumped up and pointed a big finger at Sam. In English, he said, “You honkies had better quit badmouthing us. We won’t take any crap from you, Mister Whitey! None! Especially from a man that wrote a book like you did about Nigger Jim! We don’t like white racists and we only deal with them because there’s nothing else we can do just now.”
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