THE PROSTITUTE AND THE “CADET.”
In the ante bellum days when slavery flourished in the South, the blacks were directly ruled over by foremen who goaded them on at their tasks of making dollars for the plantation lord until they found welcome rest in death.
The modern slave is the prostitute. She, too, must have a boss to urge on her tired body to make more dollars for her masters, to keep up the constant stream of graft to the Vice directorate, to boost the earnings of such industries as in turn pay a tribute to the great trust.
The boss of the miserable outcast woman is the “cadet.” That low species of perverted human, crunching on the few morsels of food thrown at his feet from the well-heaped table of vice, is also known as “mack.” History has given him the name of “pimp.”
The pickpocket, the burglar, the safe cracker, even the murderer, command more respect—we say respect for lack of a better term—than do these human, creeping, craven parasites.
They are the real slave-men; the lowest form of the Vice Trust’s vassals.
Among these men are also the men who first destroyed the sacred chastity of the women over whom they now rule. Nothing is sacred to them; nothing good; nothing inviolable.
They have become an essential element to the nefarious scheme of the Vice Trust. Whip in hand they are the appointed lashers of the thousands of lost women, beating them to urge them to work harder, faster, and thus yield a return for their purchase price until the cold earth falls with hollow sound upon the cheap casket purchased to hide away their shame and sin in the ground.
The subsidiary trusts of the great Vice Trust have taken their toll. But the unfortunate women, through their commissions, particularly on liquors, have still some of the terrible wage drained from their bodies.
The trust must have the greater part of that. It is the duty of the “cadets” to get it. They do.
They collect from the girls, take their share and turn over a large percentage to the Directorate of Ten.
The trust has a strange reason for this. The trust considers the “cadet” primarily as a parasite. That parasite must pay a price for existence. To get it, he must compel the woman he controls to make more money.
In urging her to make more money he is boosting the graft in every possible way.
There is a psychological connection between the “cadet” and his prostituted slave-woman.
Inherent in the nature of every woman is the primitive instinct of the mastership of man and obediance to it. In the good woman that obediance to that subconscious instinct finds its expression in love and in strange submission to his theories and practices of life where there exists no moral conflict.
To be loved, to be cared for, to be desired, are the impulses developing out of the conception of man’s mastery.
In the lost woman, the instincts are the same; so, too, the impulses.
When a woman has fallen she never gives up her dream of a “one man” who might love her, treasure her and protect her, until the eternal night blots out the colors of the vision.
Failing to find a return love, the thousands of unfortunate women fall victims to their own loves for men. Rather than lose even the hollow, empty sham of love, rather than to miss the presence of a brute, they submit to indignities, brutality and tortures that are indescribable.
It is the under current carrying the idea of Man the Master. The woman is willing to be the slave.
Playing on this perverted instinct of the woman, the Vice Trust makes capital of it. The “cadets” are brought in on the general plan of graft.
The “redlight” districts of the city are infested with these men, fattening on their lost women.
Judging from the number of well dressed men of no apparent occupation who hang about the saloons, resorts, poolrooms, cigar stores and other places near the levees, there are more than 1,000 of these worms of the earth at large, feeding on the city’s great ulcer, flaunting their crimes in the faces of our young men and young women of clean morals, and murdering their women hirelings!
They have no fear of the police because they know that the police dare not molest them just as long as they “hand over” their graft to the “men higher up.”