Feeding Time

Setting:

The farmyard of Farmer Johnson's property. It's late afternoon, and the shadows are growing longer. A large trough sits near the barn, filled with a foul-smelling mixture of manure and water. Jamal stands nearby, his body weary from a day's labor in the fields.

Characters:

Jamal Smith: The 18-year-old black boy, stripped of dignity and subjected to further degradation.

Farmer Johnson: The middle-aged owner of the farm, overseeing the day's activities.

Mrs. Johnson: The farmer's wife, a silent witness to Jamal's suffering.

Scene:

The camera opens to the farmyard, where Farmer Johnson stands next to the trough, a grim expression on his face. Jamal is brought forward by Nathan and James, his wrists still bound and his body covered in sweat and dirt.

Farmer Johnson: (stoically) It's time for your evening meal, boy.

Jamal's eyes widen in horror as he realizes what Farmer Johnson means. He tries to pull away, but Nathan and James hold him firmly in place.

Jamal: (pleading) Please, Master Johnson, have mercy.

Farmer Johnson: (coldly) You'll eat what you're given, boy. No exceptions.

With a look of disgust, Farmer Johnson gestures towards the trough, its contents reeking of decay and filth.

Farmer Johnson: Get to it.

Reluctantly, Jamal approaches the trough, his stomach churning at the sight and smell before him. He hesitates for a moment before dipping his hands into the foul mixture, his face contorting with revulsion.

Nathan: (mockingly) Look at him, Farmer Johnson. He's like a pig at the trough.

Farmer Johnson: (nodding) A fitting comparison, Nathan. Perhaps we should treat him as such.

Jamal's heart sinks as he realizes what Farmer Johnson means. Before he can react, Nathan and James push him forward, causing him to stumble and fall face-first into the trough. He splutters and coughs as the foul liquid fills his mouth, the taste overpowering.

Mrs. Johnson: (shocked) John, this is too much. We can't continue like this.

Farmer Johnson: (sternly) Stay out of this, Martha. He's just a ****, nothing more.

Jamal struggles to lift himself out of the trough, his body trembling with disgust and humiliation. He spits out the vile mixture, his eyes burning with tears.

Jamal: (voice shaking) Please, Master Johnson, I beg of you...

Farmer Johnson: (ignoring him) That's enough for now. Back to the barn with you.

With a final glance of contempt, Farmer Johnson turns and walks away, leaving Jamal to his misery. Nathan and James follow suit, their laughter echoing in the distance.