Haitian Revolution Animal Allegory
“What does it mean to be a black panther?” was the cloud hovering over the head of Zeke, the little panther from Saint Domingue. His little brother Roy slept in the hut of mud which Zeke and Roy called home. It wasn't much, but it was theirs, and they made sure to treat it like their prized possession. They didn't know their mother and father, although other panthers had told them that their parents were brave warriors who could outrun any, and jump from tree to tree. The young panther watched longingly as other little panthers nuzzled with their mothers and rode the backs of their fathers. Zeke was protective of Roy, being the older one, and he growled fiercely as a gaunt dog which Zeke had never seen before wandered dangerously close to the mudhut. Zeke confronted him, his tiny teeth bared, and his claws in full view, ready to pounce.
“Who is you? And whaddya want?”
“I am merely but an injured bulldog looking for some assistance, do you cats have doctors, or perhaps a hospital?”
“Whass a doctor? And am no …show more content…
The Bulldogs felt like they were clearly superior, as they had made Saint Domingue a better place, while the panthers were simply the workers. The Panthers had been getting treated worse and worse, and beatings using the batons, or simply giving the panthers no food had become common. The bull-panthers felt like they were above the panthers, and all though they had black panther blood in them, they didn’t have to work at all. The divide between the panthers, bull-panthers and bulldogs was evident, and conflict was imminent. The panthers schemed, with Zeke being very zealous about taking back what was theirs, he was young, but he wanted to lead, and the other panthers respected him, regardless of age. He was to lead the true rebellion of the panthers, they snarled, and bared their claws, forming a pact. They were to make Saint Domingue great
“What does it mean to be a black panther?” was the cloud hovering over the head of Zeke, the little panther from Saint Domingue. His little brother Roy slept in the hut of mud which Zeke and Roy called home. It wasn't much, but it was theirs, and they made sure to treat it like their prized possession. They didn't know their mother and father, although other panthers had told them that their parents were brave warriors who could outrun any, and jump from tree to tree. The young panther watched longingly as other little panthers nuzzled with their mothers and rode the backs of their fathers. Zeke was protective of Roy, being the older one, and he growled fiercely as a gaunt dog which Zeke had never seen before wandered dangerously close to the mudhut. Zeke confronted him, his tiny teeth bared, and his claws in full view, ready to pounce.
“Who is you? And whaddya want?”
“I am merely but an injured bulldog looking for some assistance, do you cats have doctors, or perhaps a hospital?”
“Whass a doctor? And am no …show more content…
The Bulldogs felt like they were clearly superior, as they had made Saint Domingue a better place, while the panthers were simply the workers. The Panthers had been getting treated worse and worse, and beatings using the batons, or simply giving the panthers no food had become common. The bull-panthers felt like they were above the panthers, and all though they had black panther blood in them, they didn’t have to work at all. The divide between the panthers, bull-panthers and bulldogs was evident, and conflict was imminent. The panthers schemed, with Zeke being very zealous about taking back what was theirs, he was young, but he wanted to lead, and the other panthers respected him, regardless of age. He was to lead the true rebellion of the panthers, they snarled, and bared their claws, forming a pact. They were to make Saint Domingue great