Horrors of Slavery

              Many things that happen today are really nothing more than modern and updated versions of ancient evils. Slavery and stem cell research are such incidents:

           Stem Cells and Human Commerce  

              There is really no difference between today's researchers of stem cells (ugh, what a way to term a living image of the Holy Trinity!) and the Negro slave traffickers of the 16th century in the city market of Cartagena. The Spanish mariners of that Holy Catholic Nation would go to Africa buy a shipload of human commerce at 20 dollars a head, and re-sell them in Cartagena for the fantastic price of 200 dollars a piece. 30% of the Negroes died en route to South America in the overcrowded galleys. The captains did not dispose of their bodies however. They found a practical use from the carcasses. They separated the human fat to grease the keel of their ships and drew out the blood to dye their sails. Didn't the Nazis peel off the skin of the gassed Jews and utilize it as a lampshade for their light bulbs? All you need to do is to use your imagination and be ghastly creative! So we complain about the great number of hurricanes and why God is punishing us? Is He supposed to be pleased with us for fooling around with human life, manipulating the tissues of it in order to reek in fortunes to satisfy our greed? But let us get back to our slave tale:

           The slaves in the bottom of the ship (lucky enough to make it alive) stunk worst than a hundred dead skunks piled up on a highway. With no air circulating, they had to support the stench of the mixture coming from their dung, blood from their open wounds and scars (due to their whippings), diseased leprous skin and limy mold that formed itself around them. The only man who had the courage to go in there and give them some food, water and words of comfort was the Jesuit, St. Peter Claver. He administered to thousands of them and baptized them before they died. In his humility he evened kissed their wounds crawling with vermin and called them "the brothers of Christ".

       Following death, each one of us will find himself in one of two places: the final manifestation of the hell we created for others, or the heaven we ourselves constructed by the courageous love we dared to show to the least of our brethren, be they the unborn of today. 

Anthony Mellace