Ursula K. LeGuin - A Woman's Liberation

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Ursula K. Le Guin

A Woman's Liberation

1. Shomeke

My dear friend has asked me to write the story of my life, thinking it might

be of interest to people of other worlds and times. I am an ordinary woman,

but I have lived in years of mighty changes and have been advantaged to know

with my very flesh the nature of servitude and the nature of freedom.

I did not learn to read or write until I was a grown woman, which is all the

excuse I will make for the faults of my narrative.

I was born a slave on the planet Werel. As a child I was called Shomekes'

Radosse Rakam. That is, Property of the Shomeke Family, Granddaughter of

Dosse, Granddaughter of Kamye. The Shomeke family owned an estate on the

eastern coast of Voe Deo. Dosse was my grandmother. Kamye is the Lord God.

The Shomekes possessed over four hundred assets, mostly used to cultivate the

fields of gede, to herd the salt-grass cattle, in the mills, and as domestics

in the House. The Shomeke family had been great in history. Our Owner was an

important man politically, often away in the capital.

Assets took their name from their grandmother because it was the grandmother

that raised the child. The mother worked all day, and there was no father.

Women were always bred to more than one man. Even if a man knew his child he

could not care for it. He might be sold or traded away at any time. Young men

were seldom kept long on the estates. If they were valuable they were traded

to other estates or sold to the factories. If they were worthless they were

worked to death.

Women were not often sold. The young ones were kept for work and breeding, the

old ones to raise the young and keep the compound in order. On some estates

women bore a baby a year till they died, but on ours most had only two or

three children. The Shomekes valued women as workers. They did not want the

men always getting at the women. The grandmothers agreed with them and guarded

the young women closely.

I say men, women, children, but you are to understand that we were not called

men, women, children. Only our owners were called so. We assets or slaves were

called bondsmen, bondswomen, and pups or young. I will use these words, though

I have not heard or spoken them for many years, and never before on this

blessed world.

The bondsmen's part of the compound, the gateside, was ruled by the Bosses,

who were men, some relations of the Shomeke family, others hired by them. On

the inside the young and the bondswomen lived. There two cutfrees, castrated

bondsmen, were the Bosses in name, but the grandmothers ruled. Indeed nothing

in the compound happened without the grandmothers' knowledge.

If the grandmothers said an asset was too sick to work, the Bosses would let

that one stay home. Sometimes the grandmothers could save a bondsman

from being sold away, sometimes they could protect a girl from being bred by

more than one man, or could give a delicate girl a contraceptive. Everybody in

the compound obeyed the counsel of the grandmothers. But if one of them went

too far, the Bosses would have her flogged or blinded or her hands cut off.

When I was a young child, there lived in our compound a woman we called Great-

Grandmother, who had holes for eyes and no tongue. I thought that she was thus

because she was so old. I feared that my grandmother Dosse's tongue would

wither in her mouth. I told her that. She said, "No. It won't get any shorter,

because I don't let it get too long."

I lived in the compound. My mother birthed me there, and was allowed to stay

three months to nurse me; then I was weaned to cow's milk, and my mother

returned to the House. Her name was Shomekes' Rayowa Yowa. She was light-

skinned like most of the assets, but very beautiful, with slender wrists and

ankles and delicate features. My grandmother too was light, but I was dark,

darker than anybody else in the compound.

My mother came to visit, the cutfrees letting her in by their ladder-door. She

found me rubbing grey dust on my body. When she scolded me, I told her that I

wanted to look like the others.

"Listen, Rakam," she said to me, "they are dust people. They'll never get out

of the dust. You're something better. And you will be beautiful. Why do you

think you're so black?" I had no idea what she meant. "Some day I'll tell you

who your father is, " she said, as if she were promising me a gift. I had

watched when the Shomekes' stallion, a prized and valuable animal, serviced

mares from other estates. I did not know a father could be human.

That evening I boasted to my grandmother: "I'm beautiful because the black

stallion is my father!" Dosse struck me across the head so that I fell down

and wept. She said, "Never speak of your father."

I knew there was anger between my mother and my grandmother, but it was a long

time before I understood why. Even now I am not sure I understand all that lay

between them.

We little pups ran around in the compound. We knew nothing outside the walls.

All our world was the bondswomen's huts and the bondsmen's longhouses, the

kitchens and kitchen gardens, the bare plaza beaten hard by bare feet. To me,

the stockade wall seemed a long way off.

When the field and mill hands went out the gate in the early morning I didn't

know where they went. They were just gone. All day long the whole compound

belonged to us pups, naked in the summer, mostly naked in the winter too,

running around playing with sticks and stones and mud, keeping away from

grandmothers, until we begged them for something to eat or they put us to work

weeding the gardens for a while.

In the evening or the early night the workers would come back, trooping in the

gate guarded by the Bosses. Some were worn out and grim, others

would be cheerful and talking and calling back and forth. The great gate was

slammed behind the last of them. Smoke went up from all the cooking stoves.

The burning cow dung smelled sweet. People gathered on the porches of the huts

and longhouses. Bondsmen and bondswomen lingered at the ditch that divided the

gateside from the inside, talking across the ditch. After the meal the

freedmen led prayers to Tual's statue, and we lifted our own prayers to Kamye,

and then people went to their beds, except for those who lingered to "jump the

ditch. " Some nights, in the summer, there would be singing, or a dance was

allowed. In the winter one of the grandfathers-poor old broken men, not strong

people like the grandmothers-would "sing the word." That is what we called

reciting the Arkamye. Every night, always, some of the people were teaching

and others were learning the sacred verses. On winter nights one of these old

worthless bondsmen kept alive by the grandmothers' charity would begin to sing

the word. Then even the pups would be still to listen to that story.

The friend of my heart was Walsu. She was bigger than I, and was my defender

when there were fights and quarrels among the young or when older pups called

me "Blackie" and "Bossie. " I was small but had a fierce temper. Together,

Walsu and I did not get bothered much. Then Walsu was sent out the gate. Her

mother had been bred and was now stuffed big, so that she needed help in the

fields to make her quota. Gede must be hand harvested. Every day as a new

section of the bearing stalk comes ripe it has to be picked, and so gede

pickers go through the same field over and over for twenty or thirty days, and

then move on to a later planting. Walsu. went with her mother to help her pick

her rows. When her mother fell ill, Walsu. took her place, and with help from

other hands she kept up her mother's quota. She was then six years old by

owner's count, which gave all assets the same birthday, new year's day at the

beginning of spring. She might have truly been seven. Her mother remained ill

both before birthing and after, and Walsu took her place in the gede field all

that time. She never afterward came back to play, only in the evenings to eat

and sleep. I saw her then and we could talk. She was proud of her work. I

envied her and longed to go through the gate. I followed her to it and looked

through it at the world. Now the walls of the compound seemed very close.

I told my grandmother Dosse that I wanted to go to work in the fields.

"You're too young."

"I'll be seven at the new year."

"Your mother made me promise not to let you go out."

Next time my mother visited the compound, I said, "Grandmother won't let me go

out. I want to go work with Walsu. "

"Never," my mother said. "You were born for better than that."

"What for?"

"You'll see."

She smiled at me. I knew she meant the House, where she worked. She had told

me often of the wonderful things in the House, things that shone and were

colored brightly, things that were thin and delicate, clean things. It was

quiet in the House, she said. My mother herself wore a beautiful red scarf,

her voice was soft, and her clothing and body were always clean and fresh.

"When will I see?"

I teased her until she said, "All right! I'll ask my lady."

"Ask her what?"

All I knew of my-lady was that she too was delicate and clean, and that my

mother belonged to her in some particular way, of which she was proud. I knew

my-lady had given my mother the red scarf.

"I'll ask her if you can come begin training at the House."

My mother said "the House" in a way that made me see it as a great sacred

place like the place in our prayer: May I enter in the clear house, in the

rooms of peace.

I was so excited I began to dance and sing, "I'm going to the House, to the

House!" My mother slapped me to make me stop and scolded me for being wild.

She said, "You are too young! You can't behave! If you get sent away from the

House you can never come back."

I promised to be old enough.

"You must do everything right," Yowa told me. "You must do everything I say

when I say it. Never question. Never delay. If my lady sees that you're wild,

she'll send you back here. And that will be the end of you forever."

I promised to be tame. I promised to obey at once in everything, and not to

speak. The more frightening she made it, the more I desired to see the

wonderful, shining House.

When my mother left I did not believe she would speak to my-lady. I was not

used to promises being kept. But after some days she returned, and I heard her

speaking to my grandmother. Dosse was angry at first, speaking loudly. I crept

under the window of the hut to listen. I heard my grandmother weep. I was

frightened and amazed. My grandmother was patient with me, always looked after

me, and fed me well. It had never entered my mind that there was anything more

to it than that, until I heard her crying. Her crying made me cry, as if I

were part of her.

"You could let me keep her one more year," she said. "She's just a baby. I

would never let her out the gate. " She was pleading, as if she were

powerless, not a grandmother. "She is my joy, Yowa!"

"Don't you want her to do well, then?"

"Just a year more. She's too wild for the House."

"She's run wild too long. She'll get sent out to the fields if she stays. A

year of that and they won't have her at the House. She'll be dust. Anyhow,

there's no use crying about it. I asked my lady, and she's expected. I can't

go back without her."

"Yowa, don't let her come to harm," Dosse said very low, as if ashamed to say

this to her daughter, and yet with strength in her voice.

"I'm taking her to keep her out of harm, " my mother said. Then she called me,

and I wiped my tears and came.

It is queer, but I do not remember my first walk through the world outside the

compound or my first sight of the House. I suppose I was frightened and kept

my eyes down, and everything was so strange to me that I did not understand

what I saw. I know it was a number of days before my mother took me to show me

to Lady Tazeu. She had to scrub me and train me and make sure I would not

disgrace her. I was terrified when at last she took my hand, scolding me in a

whisper all the time, and brought me out of the bondswomen's quarters, through

halls and doorways of painted wood, into a bright, sunny room with no roof,

full of flowers growing in pots.

I had hardly ever seen a flower, only the weeds in the kitchen gardens, and I

stared and stared at them. My mother had to jerk my hand to make me look at

the woman lying in a chair among the flowers, in clothes soft and brightly

colored like the flowers. I could hardly tell them apart. The woman's hair was

long and shining, and her skin was shining and black. My mother pushed me, and

I did what she had made me practice over and over: I went and knelt down

beside the chair and waited, and when the woman put out her long, narrow, soft

hand, black above and azure on the palm, I touched my forehead to it. I was

supposed to say "I am your slave Rakain, Ma'am," but my voice would not come

out.

"What a pretty little thing," she said. "So dark." Her voice changed little on

the last words.

"The Bosses came in ... that night," Yowa said in a timid, smiling way,

looking down as if embarrassed.

"No doubt about that," the woman said. I was able to glance up at her again.

She was beautiful. I did not know a person could be so beautiful. I think she

saw my wonder. She put out her long, soft hand again and caressed my cheek and

neck. "Very, very pretty, Yowa," she said. "You did quite right to bring her

here. Has she been bathed?"

She would not have asked that if she had seen me when I first came, filthy and

smelling of the cowdung we made our fires with. She knew nothing of the

compound at all. She knew nothing beyond the beza, the women's side of the

House. She was kept there just as I had been kept in the compound, ignorant of

anything outside. She had never smelled cow dung, as I had never seen flowers.

My mother assured her I was clean, and she said, "Then she can come to

bed with me tonight. I'd like that. Will you like to come sleep with me,

pretty little-" She glanced at my mother, who murmured, "Rakam. " Ma'am pursed

her lips at the name. "I don't like that," she murmured. "So ugly. Toti. Yes.

You can be my new Toti. Bring her this evening, Yowa. "

She had had a foxdog called Toti, my mother told me. Her pet had died. I did

not know animals ever had names, and so it did not seem odd to me to be given

an animal's name, but it did seem strange at first not to be Rakam. I could

not think of myself as Toti.

That night my mother bathed me again and oiled my skin with sweet oil and

dressed me in a soft gown, softer even than her red scarf. Again she scolded

and warned me, but she was excited, too, and pleased with me, as we went to

the beza again, through other halls, meeting some other bondswomen on the way,

and to the lady's bedroom. It was a wonderful room, hung with mirrors and

draperies and paintings. I did not understand what the mirrors were, or the

paintings, and was frightened when I saw people in them. Lady Tazeu saw that I

was frightened. "Come, little one," she said, making a place for me in her

great, wide, soft bed strewn with pillows, I I come and cuddle up." I crawled

in beside her, and she stroked my hair and skin and held me in her warm, soft

arms until I was comfortable and at ease. "There, there, little Toti," she

said, and so we slept.

I became the pet of Lady Tazeu Wehoma Shomeke. I slept with her almost every

night. Her husband was seldom home and when he was there did not come to her,

preferring bondswomen for his pleasure. Sometimes she had my mother or other,

younger bondswomen come into her bed, and she sent me away at those times,

until I was older, ten or eleven, when she began to keep me and have me join

in with them, teaching me how to be pleasured. She was gentle, but she was the

mistress in love, and I was her instrument which she played.

I was also trained in household arts and duties. She taught me to sing with

her, as I had a true voice. All those years I was never punished and never

made to do hard work. I who had been wild in the compound was perfectly

obedient in the Great House. I had been rebellious to my grandmother and

impatient of her commands, but whatever my lady ordered me to do I gladly did.

She held me fast to her by the only kind of love she had to give me. I thought

that she was the Merciful Tual come down upon the earth. That is not a way of

speaking, that is the truth. I thought she was a higher being, superior to

myself.

Perhaps you will say that I could not or should not have had pleasure in being

used without my consent by my mistress, and if I did I should not speak of it,

showing even so little good in so great an evil. But I knew nothing of consent

or refusal. Those are freedom words.

She had one child, a son, three years older than I. She lived quite alone

among us bondswomen. The Wehomas were nobles of the Islands, oldfashioned

people whose women did not travel, so she was cut off from her family. The

only company she had was when Owner Shomeke brought friends with him from the

capital, but those were all men, and she could be with them only at table.

I seldom saw the Owner and only at a distance. I thought he too was a superior

being, but a dangerous one.

As for Erod, the Young Owner, we saw him when he came to visit his mother

daily or when he went out riding with his tutors. We girls would peep at him

and giggle to each other when we were eleven or twelve, because he was a

handsome boy, nightblack and slender like his mother. I knew that he was

afraid of his father, because I had heard him weep when he was with his

mother. She would comfort him with candy and caresses, saying, "He'll be gone

again soon, my darling." I too felt sorry for Erod, who was like a shadow,

soft and harmless. He was sent off to school for a year at fifteen, but his

father brought him back before the year was up. Bondsmen told us the Owner had

beaten him cruelly and had forbidden him even to ride off the estate.

Bondswomen whom the Owner used told us how brutal he was, showing us where he

had bruised and hurt them. They hated him, but my mother would not speak

against him. "Who do you think you are?" she said to a girl who was

complaining of his use of her. "A lady to be treated like glass?" And when the

girl found herself pregnant, stuffed was the word we used, MY mother had her

sent back to the compound. I did not understand why. I thought Yowa was hard

and jealous. Now I think she was also protecting the girl from our lady's

jealousy.

I do not know when I understood that I was the Owner's daughter. Because she

had kept that secret from our lady, my mother believed it was a secret from

all. But the bondswomen all knew it. I do not know what I heard or overheard,

but when I saw Erod, I would study him and think that I looked much more like

our father than he did, for by then I knew what a father was. And I wondered

that Lady Tazeu did not see it. But she chose to live in ignorance.

During these years I seldom went to the compound. After I had been a half year

or so at the House, I was eager to go back and see Walsu and my grandmother

and show them my fine clothes and clean skin and shining hair; but when I

went, the pups I used to play with threw dirt and stones at me and tore my

clothes. Walsu was in the fields. I had to hide in my grandmother's hut all

day. I never wanted to go back. When my grandmother sent for me, I would go

only with my mother and always stayed close by her. The people in the

compound, even my grandmother, came to look coarse and foul to me. They were

dirty and smelled strongly. They had sores, scars from punishment, lopped

fingers, ears, or noses. Their hands and feet were coarse, with deformed

nails. I was no longer used to people who looked so. We domestics of the Great

House were entirely different from them, I thought. Serving the higher beings,

we became Re then.

When I was thirteen and fourteen Lady Tazeu still kept me in her bed, making

love to me often. But also she had a new pet, the daughter of one of the

cooks, a pretty little girl though white as clay. One night she made love to

me for a long time in ways that she knew gave me great ecstasy of the body.

When I lay exhausted in her arms she whispered "goodbye, goodbye," kissing me

all over my face and breasts. I was too spent to wonder at this.

The next morning my lady called in my mother and myself to tell us that she

intended to give me to her son for his seventeenth birthday. "I shall miss you

terribly, Toti darling," she said, with tears in her eyes. "You have been my

joy. But there isn't another girl on the place that I could let Erod have. You

are the cleanest, dearest, sweetest of them all. I know you are a virgin," she

meant a virgin to men, "and I know my boy will enjoy you. And he'll be kind to

her, Yowa, " she said earnestly to my mother. My mother bowed and said

nothing. There was nothing she could say. And she said nothing to me. It was

too late to speak of the secret she had been so proud of.

Lady Tazeu gave me medicine to prevent conception, but my mother, not trusting

the medicine, went to my grandmother and brought me contraceptive herbs. I

took both faithfully that week.

If a man in the House visited his wife he came to the beza, but if he wanted a

bondswoman she was "sent across." So on the night of the Young Owner's

birthday I was dressed all in red and led over, for the first time in my life,

to the men's side of the House.

My reverence for my lady extended to her son, and I had been taught that

owners were superior by nature to us. But he was a boy whom I had known since

childhood, and I knew that his blood and mine were half the same. It gave me a

strange feeling toward him.

I thought he was shy, afraid of his manhood. Other girls had tried to tempt

him and failed. The women had told me what I was to do, how to offer myself

and encourage him, and I was ready to do that. I was brought to him in his

great bedroom, all of stone carved like lace, with high, thin windows of

violet glass. I stood timidly near the door for a while, and he stood near a

table covered with papers and screens. He came forward at last, took my hand,

and led me to a chair. He made me sit down, and spoke to me standing, which

was A improper, and confused my mind.

"Rakam," he said--that's your name, isn't it?"-l nodded-"Rakam, my mother

means only kindness, and you must not think me ungrateful to her, or blind to

your beauty. But I will not take a woman who cannot freely offer herself.

Intercourse between owner and slave is rape." And he talked on, talking

beautifully, as when my lady read aloud from one of her books. I did not

understand much, except that I was to come whenever he sent for me and sleep

in his bed, but he would never touch me. And I was not to speak of this to

anyone. "I am sorry, I am very sorry to ask you to lie," he said, so earnestly

that I wondered if it hurt him to lie. That made him seem more like a god than

a human being. If it hurt to lie, how could you stay alive?

"I will do just as you say, Lord Erod," I said.

So, most nights, his bondsmen came to bring me across. I would sleep in his

great bed, while he worked at the papers on his table. He slept on a couch

beneath the windows. Often he wanted to talk to me, sometimes for a long time,

telling me his ideas. When he was in school in the capital he had become a

member of a group of owners who wished to abolish slavery, called The

Community. Getting wind of this, his father had ordered him out of school,

sent him home, and forbidden him to leave the estate. So he too was a

prisoner. But he corresponded constantly with others in The Community through

the net, which he knew how to operate without his father's knowledge, or the

government's.

His head was so full of ideas he had to speak them. Often Geu and Ahas, the

young bondsmen who had grown up with him, who always came to fetch me across,

stayed with us while he talked to all of us about slavery and freedom and many

other things. Often I was sleepy, but I did listen, and heard much I did not

know how to understand or even believe. He told us there was an organization

among assets, called the Hame, that worked to steal slaves from the

plantations. These slaves would be brought to members of The Community, who

would make out false papers of ownership and treat them well, renting them to

decent work in the cities. He told us about the cities, and I loved to hear

all that. He told us about Yeowe Colony, saying that there was a revolution

there among the slaves.

Of Yeowe I knew nothing. It was a great blue-green star that set after the sun

or rose before it, brighter than the smallest of the moons. It was a name in

an old song they sang in the compound:

0, 0, Ye-o-we,

Nobody never comes back.

I had no idea what a revolution was. When Erod told me that it meant that

assets on plantations in this place called Yeowe were fighting their owners, I

did not understand how assets could do that. From the beginning it was

ordained that there should be higher and lower beings, the Lord and the human,

the man and the woman, the owner and the owned. All my world was Shomeke

Estate and it stood on that one foundation. Who would want to overturn it?

Everyone would be crushed in the ruins.

I did not like Erod to call assets slaves, an ugly word that took away our

value. I decided in my mind that here on Werel we were assets, and in that

other place, Yeowe Colony, there were slaves, worthless bondspeople,

intractables. That was why they had been sent there. It made good sense.

By this you know how ignorant I was. Sometimes Lady Tazeu had let us watch

shows on the holonet with her, but she watched only dramas, not the reports of

events. Of the world beyond the estate I knew nothing but what I learned from

Erod, and that I could not understand.

Erod liked us to argue with him. He thought it meant our minds were growing

free. Geu was good at it. He would ask questions like, "But if there's no

assets who'll do the work?" Then Erod could answer at length. His eyes shone,

his voice was eloquent. I loved him very much when he talked to us. He was

beautiful and what he said was beautiful. It was like hearing the old men

"singing the word," reciting the Arkamye, when I was a little pup in the

compound.

I gave the contraceptives my lady gave me every month to girls who needed

them. Lady Tazeu had aroused my sexuality and accustomed me to being used

sexually. I missed her caresses. But I did not know how to approach any of the

bondswomen, and they were afraid to approach me, since I belonged to the Young

Owner. Being with Erod often, while he talked I yearned to him in my body. I

lay in his bed and dreamed that he came and stooped over me and did with me as

my lady used to do. But he never touched me.

Geu also was a handsome young man, clean and well-mannered, rather dark-

skinned, attractive to me. His eyes were always on me. But he would not

approach me, until I told him that Erod did not touch me.

Thus I broke my promise to Erod not to tell anyone; but I did not think myself

bound to keep promises, as I did not think myself bound to speak the truth.

Honor of that kind was for owners, not for us.

After that, Geu used to tell me when to meet him in the attics of the House.

He gave me little pleasure. He would not penetrate me, believing that he must

save my virginity for our master. He had me take his penis in my mouth

instead. He would turn away in his climax, for the slave's sperm must not

defile the master's woman. That is the honor of a slave.

Now you may say in disgust that my story is all of such things, and there is

far more to life, even a slave's life, than sex. That is very true. I can say

only that it may be in our sexuality that we are most easily enslaved, both

men and women. It may be there, even as free men and women, that we find

freedom hardest to keep. The politics of the flesh are the roots of power.

I was young, full of health and desire for joy. And even now, even here, when

I look back across the years from this world to that, to the compound and the

House of Shomeke, I see images like those in a bright dream. I see my

grandmother's big, hard hands. I see my mother smiling, the red scarf

about her neck. I see my lady's black, silky body among the cushions. I smell

the smoke of the cowdung fires, and the perfumes of the beza. I feel the soft,

fine clothing on my young body, and my lady's hands and lips. I hear the old

men singing the word, and my voice twining with my lady's voice in a love

song, and Erod telling us of freedom. His face is illuminated with his vision.

Behind him the windows of stone lace and violet glass keep out the night. I do

not say I would go back. I would die before I would go back to Shomeke. I

would die before I left this free world, my world, to go back to the place of

slavery. But whatever I knew in my youth of beauty, of love, and of hope, was

there.

And there it was betrayed. All that is built upon that foundation in the end

betrays itself.

I was sixteen years old in the year the world changed.

The first change I heard about was of no interest to me except that my lord

was excited about it, and so were Geu and Ahas and some of the other young

bondsmen. Even my grandmother wanted to hear about it when I visited her.

"That Yeowe, that slave world," she said, "they made freedom? They sent away

their owners? They opened the gates? My lord, sweet Lord Kamye, how can that

be? Praise his name, praise his marvels!" She rocked back and forth as she

squatted in the dust, her arms about her knees. She was an old, shrunken woman

now. "Tell me!" she said.

I knew little else to tell her. "All the soldiers came back here," I said.

"And those other people, those alemens, they're there on Yeowe. Maybe they're

the new owners. That's all somewhere way out there," I said, flipping my hand

at the sky.

"What's alemens?" my grandmother asked, but I did not know. It was all mere

words to me.

But when our Owner, Lord Shomeke, came home sick, that I understood. He came

on a flyer to our little port. I saw him carried by on a stretcher, the whites

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