STANDARD DISCLAIMER. Rape IRL is wrong. It's evil. And its the worst thing you can do to another person.
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Rachel's husband got up to answer the door. As he reached out to grasp the doorknob a million images of the worst stereotypes flashed through his mind. The ghetto dwellers in their dirty white tee-shirts, wanna be rappers with fake grills, the fast talking hustlers with delusions of grandeur. He could have had a million guesses he never would have come up with the sight before him.
Reparations Act Program, Enforcement Division Agent Barnes was a thin man about 5'10". He had a kind face with a broad smile. From behind his round glasses his bright blue eyes sparkled. Atop his head his blond hair was cut short and thinning.
"Not what you were expecting?" Agent Barnes smiled.
"Literally the last thing I was expecting." her husband replied quietly but clearly. "Right behind a shark riding a unicorn."
Agent Barnes laughed.
"That's a good one. Shark riding a unicorn. I'll have to remember that one. No I am your Enforcement Agent. Don't be embarrassed it happens all the time. I am here to make sure you understand the program and its limitations, know your responsibilities, take charge of your aftercare should it be needed, shepard you through the program, act as your advocate and answer any questions you have at any time, although once your reparee takes his position as the head of household I can't deal with you directly.
"I am Agent Barnes. You are Richard and you are Rachel. Yes?". It was more a statement than a question.
"UH-HUH" said Richard. "Come in. Have a seat. I have a few questions".
"I would be shocked if you didn't" Agent Barnes flippant attitude rankled Richard. But at the same time he had an easy going charm about him. If they had met under different circumstances Richard probably could have been friends.
"I can't do this" Rachel blurted out. "There's been a mistake". With a physical embodiment of the State in her kitchen, her situation became all to real to her. Her middle class upbringing was never explicitly racist. She knew black kids in high school and was even friends with a few. Although she would never think of dating a black guy, let alone have sex with one. And yet here she was. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to hold back her sobs. His next words filled him with hope.
"Oh Rachel a mistake you say. That's easy enough to rectify. Richard please get your wife a glass of water, or something stronger if you like. Nothing for me though, thank you. I will get out a form 375 and we'll get this taken care of. I always carry a few with me you know, just in case. As with any bureaucracy errors creep in "
Rachel felt like a rock had been taken off her chest. No not a rock, a boulder. As she sipped from the glass of wine her husband handed her she felt herself relax a little. This was what Agent Barnes had wanted. He knew there was no mistake, but if Rachel had a few minutes to calm down they could proceed. He would show her that there was no way to get out of this slowly and let her gradually get accustomed to the very difficult conversation they were about to have.
"This is your name, and birthday" He asked pointing to a spot on the form. Rachel nodded. "That makes you 36. Hair blonde, eyes blue, race Caucasian. How tall are you?"
"5' 2""
"Weight ?"
"98 pounds" Agent Barnes looked at her blankly. "105 pounds" Again the blank stare. "110 pounds"
"Richard do you have a scale?" Richard went to the bathroom and brought back the scale. Rachel kicked her shoes off and stepped onto the scale.
"107 pounds" she happily announced before she realized what she was saying, sweeping her long hair out of her face and over her shoulder where it hung down to her breast.
"Are you married and for how long?"
"Yes, 14 years"
"Do you have any children? If yes please provide names ages and sex for each".
"Yes. Our daughter Summer is 14. Our daughter Alex is about to turn 13. Our son Dan is 10" Rachel thought of her children on the floor above them, blissfully unaware of the storm gathering in the kitchen.
"OK. Description of error. Are you dead?"
"No"
"Have you had an interracial child in the last ten years?"
"No"
"Are you currently married to a black man? No." he answered himself. "Have you or any member of your household already paid reparations?"
"No"
"Do you or any member of your household have a parent or grandparent who is black?"
"No"
"Are you injured or infirm?"
"No"
"Are you currently committed to a mental institution? No" he answered himself again. He put his pen down and looked at Richard and Rachel. He could see the realization dawn on them.
"Well then. The Reparations Act provides an outlet for racial harmony and allows white society to repay the debts owed to the black race that built this company. This program will allow you to understand the oppression that has allowed you to enjoy your white privilege. And you will gain a deeper understanding of that privilege."
"What if I won't do it?"
"Your payment will be compelled at a breeding center. The police will come to your house and take you into custody and your family as well. You see as long as you are paying voluntarily you have certain protections. If you are compelled you lose those protections. Think of it as a plea bargain. One of those protections is that while your reparee may be the head of the household and your whole family must obey his commands you are the only one subject to the reparations order. He cannot lay a finger on any other member of your family. If you are no longer volunteering then your whole family becomes subject to the order" he paused to let that sink in.
"We can lea......." Rachel was cut off by Agent Barnes.
"Don't finish that sentence." He snapped. Something about him changed. He didn't really look different, but suddenly there was a hardness about him. His eyes lost their sparkle. His voice barely more than a whisper. "Don't do it. The punishments are very severe just to dissuade this type of behavior." He didn't seem to be angry, he just got very quiet. He wasn't threatening them but his sudden change from jovial to this was terrifying. He pulled out his tablet and attached a small dongle. "Where is your TV?" Richard led him to the living room. Agent Barnes plugged in fire stick into the back of their TV. Richard turned it on as Agent Barnes tapped on his screen.
"This is a live feed from a breeding center. Do you see that girl with the brown hair? How old do you think she is?" Rachel and Richard looked at the girl but said nothing. She was very pretty. She might have been prettier if not for the fact that one eye was swelled half closed beneath a large bruise. "That's Jenn and she's only sixteen. Right now she should be at home doing her homework, or watching TV, or arguing with her girlfriends about which Jonas Brother is dreamiest. But no, because her mother and father tried to flee to Canada she's in the breeding facility waiting to get bred. If she's lucky it will just be her reparee and she doesn't end up in GenPop. Or worse. Keep watching". They all stared at the screen
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