Dear Former Master,
You are used to having power. You
are comfortable when others do your work for you. You love wielding control
over others’ bodies and minds, forcing them to maintain your lifestyle through
threats and violence. You love power, and you have grown accustomed to having
power.
But you are weak. You’ve always
been weak – you do not work; you do not know how to plow a field or cook a meal
or take care of your own self and your own family. We have been subjugated by
your violence – but what will come of you, when we are no longer your slaves,
and you must somehow feed and clothe and produce wealth for yourself? You have
no options. You have never done anything
for yourself. The law, finally, recognizes that you have no right to steal my labor
and my body and my soul for your own benefit; you, finally, are confronted with
the truth of your own ineffectuality. I would feel sorry for you, if not for
your years of cruelty and violence. You’re on your own. Justice has not yet
been served – and yet, even with the work yet to be done, I am secretly glad
that you will finally realize how deeply you rely on others, and how imaginary
your power has always been.
Best wishes, I suppose – you'll need them
Ellen
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