Rage - Smith Wilbur (читать книги онлайн без сокращений .TXT) 📗
'So, of course, you are ruling out the idea of a democracy in this country. You will never accept the policy of one man one vote, but will always aspire to white domination--' Shasa cut in on her quickly. 'One man one vote would lead not to the black government you seem to foresee, but to a Zulu government, for the Zulus outnumber any other group. We would have a Zulu dictator, like good old King Chaka, and that would be a thrilling experience." 'So what is your solution?" she demanded, hiding her irritation behind that little-girl smile. 'Is it white baasskap, white domination and savage oppression backed by an all-white army and police force --9." 'I don't know the solution,' he cut her off. 'It's something we have to work towards, but I expect it will be a system in which every tribal group, whether it be black, brown or white, can maintain its identity and its territorial integrity." 'What a noble concept,' she agreed. 'But tell me when, in the history of mankind, any group who enjoyed supreme political power over all others ever gave up that power without an armed struggle.
Do you truly believe the white South Africans will be the first?" 'We'll have to make our own history,' Shasa matched her honeyed smile. 'But in the meantime theanaterial existence of the black people in this country is five or six times better than any other on the African continent. More is spent on black education, black hospitals and black housing, per capita, than in any other African country." 'How does the expenditure per capita on black education compare with expenditure on white education?" Kitty shot back at him. 'My information is that five times more is spent on the education of a white child, than on a black." 'We will strive to correct that imbalance, as we build up the wealth of our nation, as the black peasant becomes more productive and makes more of a contribution to the taxation that pays for that education. At the moment the white section of the population pays ninety-five percent of the taxes --' That wasn't the way the interview was meant to go and Kitty headed him off smoothly.
'And just how and when will the black people be consulted in these changes? Is it fair to say that nearly all blacks, and certainly all the educated and skilled blacks who are the natural leaders, totally reject the present political system which allows one sixth of the population to decide the fate of the rest?" They were still sparring when Hank lifted his head from the camera lens, and rolled his eyes.
'Out of film, Kitty, you told me twenty minutes tops. We have forty-five minutes in the can." 'Okay, Hank. My fault. I didn't realize we had such a garrulous bigot on the show." She smiled at Shasa acidly. 'You can wrap it up, Hank, and I'll see you in the morning. Nine o'clock at the studio." She turned back to Shasa and they didn't even look up as Hank left the suite. 'So what did we decide?" she asked Shasa.
'That the problem is more complex than anybody, perhaps even we in government, realize." 'Insoluble?" Kitty asked.
'Certainly - without delicacy and the utmost good will of everybody in the country, and our friends abroad." 'Russia?" she teased him, and he shuddered.
'Britain,' he said.
'What about America?" 'No. Britain understands. America is too wrapped up in her own racial problems. They aren't interested in the dissolution of the British Empire. However, we have always stood by Britain - and now Britain will stand by us." 'Your confidence in the gratitude of great nations is refreshing.
However, I think you will find that in the next decade there will be an enormous rip-tide of concern over human rights emanating from the United States. At least I hope so - and North American _.Broadcasting -Studios- -will -be--doing all-in its-power to- build it up into a tidal wave." 'Your job is to report reality, not to attempt to re-structure it,' Shasa told her. 'You are a reporter, not the God of judgement." 'If you believe that, you are naive,' she smiled. 'We make and destroy kings." Shasa stared at her, as though he were seeing her for the first time.
'My God, you are in the power game, just like everybody else." 'It's the only game in town, buddy boy." 'You are amoral." 'No more than you are." 'Oh yes you are. We are prepared to make our decisions and live with the consequences. You wreak your'destruction, then like a child with a broken toy, throw it aside and go on without a moment's remorse to some new cause that will sell more advertising time." He had made her angry. Her eyes slanted and narrowed into brigl arrowheads and the freckles on her nose and cheeks glowed ll specks of gold leaf. It roused him to see her come out from behm the screen, as hard and formidable as any adversary he had ev faced. He wanted to goad her further, to make her give way con pletely.
'You have made yourself the guru of southern Africa on US tek vision for one reason only. Not for concern over the fate of th black masses, but quite simply because you smell blood and violenc in the air. You have sensed that this is where the action will be the and you want to be the one who captures it on film--' 'You bastard,' she hissed at him. 'I want peace and justice." 'Peace and justice don't make good footage, Kitty my love. You or here to record the killing and the screaming - and if it doesn't happe] soon enough, well that is easily fixed - you'll give it a little shove." She was out of her chair now, facing him, and her lips were frost' with rage.
'For the last hour you have been spouting the most vicious racia poison, and now you accuse me of injustice. You call me an agen provocateur for the violence that is coming." He raised an eyebrow, giving her the taunting supercilious smih which had enraged his opponents across the floor of the House, an( it was too much for her to bear. She sprang at him, white-lipped ant shaking with fury, and she clawed for his single mocking eye wit both hands.
Shasa caught her wrists, and lifted her feet clear of the floor. She wa, shocked by his strength, but she lifted her knee sharply, driving fm his groin. He turned slightly and caught the knee on the hard muscle of his thigh.
'Where did a nice girl learn a trick like that?" he asked, and twisted her arms behind her, took both her wrists in his left hand and then bowed over her. She pressed ler lips together, and tried to turn her face away, but he found her mouth and while he kissed her, he opened her blouse and with his free hand took out her small breasts.
Her nipples were standing out like ripe mulberries, she was as aroused as he was, but kicking and spitting with fury.
He swung her round and threw her face down over the thick padded arm of the buttoned leather chair, pinning her with a hand between her shoulder blades, and her bottom in the air. That's how they had administered the cane at Shasa's school, and now while she screamed and kicked he jerked the leather belt out of the loops of her jeans, and pulled her trousers and panties down as far as her ankles and stepped in close behind her. Her buttocks were white and round and they maddened him.
Though she fought and struggled without let-up, at the same time she lifted her hips slightly and arched her back to make it easier for him, and only when it happened did she stop fighting and push back hard against him, sobbing with the effort of keeping pace with him.
It was over very quickly for both of them, and she rolled over and pulled him down on to the chair and whispered raggedly into his mouth, 'Well, that's one hell of a way to settle an argument, I'll give you that much." Shasa ordered dinner served in the suite, grilled crayfish with a sauce Mornay, followed by a Chateaubriand, baked baby potatoes and fresh young asparagus. He sent the waiter away and served it himself for Kitty was clad only in one of the hotel's long towelling dressing gowns.
