Only the uppity ones get that treatment.
I’d imagine you’d be flayed and sold as a field nigger.
And I'd imagine Massa would have had you strangled at birth, chopped up and fed to the bloodhounds and sold your Mama for a significant discount down the river to a third class brothel catering to the indigent blind as the only practical returns he'd ever realise from such worthless chattel property.
What else could he do with a profoundly retarded coon baby and your ugly and fat nigger bitch mother who ate more than three of his biggest buck field hands combined, yet was too stupid and lazy to be whipped into ever picking a single bale of cotton? Who despite once for a half-eaten corn cob gratefully spreading her legs to all the nigger gangs assigned to pick the Eastern fields now appeared to be able to only spawn abominations like yourself as breeding stock?
I'd further imagine your supposed father probably advocated something broadly similar in more recent times for broadly similar reasons.
"Old Doc Parsons did all he could,
but he thinks it's gonna live."