"It's a mighty fine day today isn't George?"
That was a lie of course, it was hotter than one of them peppers the British get from their Indian colony outside and I'd had to wipe the sweat from my brow at least six times on the wagon ride into town. My straw hat provides some shade and ventilation but doesn't help much in heat like today.
"That it is, John, that it is. So ya hoping to procure some new merchandise today?" I could tell he was lying as well, he was wiping his face every couple of minutes with a throughly soaked handkerchief. The beaver skin tophat couldn't be helping against the heat at all.
"That's right, the missus got another little one coming along so I thought it might be about time to get some more help around the home and it never hurts to have more hands in the fields come harvest."
"Ya damn right about that friend, of course the problem with them ni****s is that even though they got two hands, with the amount of work they do they might as well just have the one, and between you and me, some of mine do!"
George broke out into a hoarse laugh along with the rest of the crowd within earshot, all sweating under their fur hats like they sitting in an injun sweat tent. I laughed as well, wouldn't do me a lick of good to have the most powerful men in the state against me even if the whole lot of them are lim*y bastards. Sometimes it seems like the whole country is rotted to the bones, well, at least those in power. Living a decadent life throwing around money earned by their parents, not working a day in their lives. I mean look at George here, he must weigh at least eighteen stones and is known to take advantage of the house slaves and beat them nigh to death if they speak a word. The rest of the lot ain't much better although some of the older gents are alright, the ones who worked their fingers to the bone to get where they are now.
The laughter subsides as the auctioneer steps up to the podium and begins bringing forth the merchandise for presentation. The poor and the dumb start paying attention but us experienced folk know that the quality merchandise won't come til later and if you were to buy early on you'd be lucky to get more than a year or two out of him before he dies. No sir, buying early on is not a good choice.
"...on Friday?"
George's voice snaps me back to the conversation around me. "Sorry George, I missed what you just said, was busy thinking about which type of ni***** would be best for the missus, young, old, or something in between, could ya repeat what you just said?"
"But of course ah can" George has his usual dumb smirk on his face, always proud to be the recipient of a request, thinks it earns him favors. "Ah was asking if ya were gonna be attendin the gatherin at the Turner place on the fourteenth? But before ya answer let me help you out with ya ni**** decision as well. Ya don't want an old one because although they know their work, they just won't last long enough. Now if ya get a middle looking one, they put up less fight than the youngins and are probably still of breedin age to get you anotha generation for free but lack in other ways. The youngins, they are more trouble to break in but once ya do they last a long time and are the best for nighttime activities if ya know what ah mean."
I want to say, "I know exactly what you mean you sick bastard" but instead I say
"Thanks for your advice George, I know you have much more experience on these matters. With regard to the Turner's on the fourteenth, I wouldn't miss it for the world, the missus has been talking about it nonstop for weeks now, wondering what to wear, babbling on about which dress to choose and how she just wore her best dress at the last ball so it would be no good to wear it to the Turner's and how this dress is the wrong color for the season and that one is out of fashion and whatnot. You know, women's talk that I want no part of."
"Yes ah do."
"Well I finally got tired of it and plan to tell her to have a new dress made once I am done here, I figure that will be the end of it."
"Ah do agree but ah been telling ya for years now that you ought to have a heavier hand. Keep your women and your ni****s in place, why last time ah went to ya place them ni****s were standing around in the shade wearin hats just like yours, ah still don't understand why ya don't get ya self a real man's hat but anyway them ni****s were just standing and talkin of all things! It was like they thought they was free men workin for a union. No way ya'd ever see mah ni****s acting that way. Ah just don't know how you always seem to have the highest crop yields year after year letting them sit around like that."
Taking deliberate care to adjust my straw hat I look at the bastards staring at me awaiting a reply right in the eyes, gather my courage, and say
"Must of caught them on one of their meal breaks." No use in committing social suicide. "I keep trying to explain that they will work more productively if they have some happiness in life and don't get me started about my hat, you know how comfortable it is, besides I been hearing tales about people going crazy from wearing those fancy beaver caps you all got, maybe they were just unlucky enough to get fur from a rabid one or something and the same insects that made the animal mad are burrowing into their skulls making them go mad too."
More than one man in the crowd lifted off his hat for a moment to ruffle his hair before replacing it.
"Well gentlemen, it looks like it is about time for the quality merchandise to start coming out so if you will excuse me, I'll be making my way over to the cages for inspection."
"Ha! Ne'er thought ah'd hear ni**** and quality in the same sentence!"
The tail end of George's voice was drowned out by laughter from the crowd as I made my way towards the presentation platform. The cages were still about half full and most seemed in good shape, unusual. Must have been an extra sturdy group this time to have this many survive the voyage with health intact, a shame really since I'd rather be dead than live the futures that await most of them. It is always a little unsettling coming to the market, their eyes so full of fear. Or tears. Always fear or tears. The defiance beat out of them in the months it took to arrive here from where ever they were taken. If that wasn't enough the impromptu head shave and cold water wash on arrival would have them spooked long enough for the auction.
"Next up we have a fine specimen, probably around age sixteen, perfect for breeding and housework. What say you gentlemen?"
I looked at the young girl being forced out of the cage onto the platform. Sweat glistening on her bare head and naked body. She was attractive enough as long as you didn't look into her eyes, eyes welled with tears and full of terror. She was calling out to one of the boys still in the cage and him to her, probably family although possibly lovers. I looked around me and saw George staring at her, his eyes full of hunger and lust, others in the crowd seemed to share his emotions.
I knew what I had to do...
The missus met me at the door as the wagon came to a stop, her brunette hair glowing in the afternoon sun. I stepped down from the wagon and held the door as the young girl and boy stepped out nervously onto the gravel walkway. The rest of the black workers on my plantation, faces full of smiles, protected against the hot sun with all sorts of headgear, gathered around to welcome the newcomers.
"These fine people will show you to your new home and personal growing area. Should you want to work the fields I pay fair wages, you can run if you want but if you do try to run north."
The missus handed the young girl a dress as I lifted off my hat and placed it on the head of the boy.
"Welcome to America, Land of the Free."