Bungussi-Djanvallaland
08-04-2008, 07:05
Makenbury, The Commonwealth of Bungussi and Djanvallaland, Present Day
"Oii don't care what he professor say, I count you friends one, two, three blick mens and yours girly. Now er you going to till me you is not another native man, ey? On your way now, brother-son, and don't give me no more dem excuses, you!"
Inspector Cottee's attitude was much in keeping with the pitiless thrashing given to the provincial capital by the late morning sun. The young man, Abel Sara, walked away with his head down and arms swinging, kicking at the dust as his friends looked on, the girl shaking her head while two of the guys raised up their arms in despair before parting company.
"Can you believe 'e said it's for school! Who trying to teach dem, eh? An' who's taxes gon pay for it?" Cottee threw his baton on the counter as he returned to the customs hut. Berkveldt, feet on the same counter, reading The Daily Bell, grunted, as was his communicative preference.
Pressed by Cottee's evident agitation -well, he was standing up when he needn't, which wasn't at all like him- Berkveldt added, "Maybe 'e's try teach dem counting, ey?" This induced a snort of laughter in Cottee and satisfied him enough to take a seat.
Restrictions on 'native congregation' limited three quarters of the population -four fifths in Bungussi- to home, work, and specifically-approved Church functions. And work was hard to come by. That some natives were now studying in to adulthood did not sit well with those happily accustomed to Kircher's Order.
...Lumboldt Kircher, father of the Commonwealth, had given his name to the Djanvallaland capital, Kircherstadt, and his racial prejudice to the national ideology.
"Oii don't care what he professor say, I count you friends one, two, three blick mens and yours girly. Now er you going to till me you is not another native man, ey? On your way now, brother-son, and don't give me no more dem excuses, you!"
Inspector Cottee's attitude was much in keeping with the pitiless thrashing given to the provincial capital by the late morning sun. The young man, Abel Sara, walked away with his head down and arms swinging, kicking at the dust as his friends looked on, the girl shaking her head while two of the guys raised up their arms in despair before parting company.
"Can you believe 'e said it's for school! Who trying to teach dem, eh? An' who's taxes gon pay for it?" Cottee threw his baton on the counter as he returned to the customs hut. Berkveldt, feet on the same counter, reading The Daily Bell, grunted, as was his communicative preference.
Pressed by Cottee's evident agitation -well, he was standing up when he needn't, which wasn't at all like him- Berkveldt added, "Maybe 'e's try teach dem counting, ey?" This induced a snort of laughter in Cottee and satisfied him enough to take a seat.
Restrictions on 'native congregation' limited three quarters of the population -four fifths in Bungussi- to home, work, and specifically-approved Church functions. And work was hard to come by. That some natives were now studying in to adulthood did not sit well with those happily accustomed to Kircher's Order.
...Lumboldt Kircher, father of the Commonwealth, had given his name to the Djanvallaland capital, Kircherstadt, and his racial prejudice to the national ideology.