He'll give into me eventually, into allowing me to be free, I just have to kneel first. The black man looks into the eyes of the white master and says: I'll kneel, ok, because I'm afraid of the whip, because this person has power over me, and because I can see, deep in the white master's eyes that he has a soul like all humans, and it's good soul. The black man doesn't want to, but the white master has a whip. Imagine then that the scrawny, black man is asked to kneel before the white master. First, the word master itself becomes charged when placed next to white, as does scrawny when placed next to black in this scenario, and I don't know about you, but I recoil. Imagine a 21st century book that presents a narrative in which there is a great white master and a scrawny, black man standing before him. Let me see if I can put this more clearly.
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