Sometimes, privilege given goes to the head and unfortunately the meandering brainfarts get believed by their perpetrators to be gems of wisdom. They even convince themselves that they are the only people – the chosen ones – who heard the person in authority right and everyone else is wrong. Given the benefit of the doubt, that position could just be a case of mistaken interpretation; however, if that person or group then take it upon themselves to not only steadfastly refuse to believe reality but change it forcefully into what they believe their superiors actually require of them, then they have lost the compass completely and are just wandering listlessly in their own private thought-inhibiting deserts.
The shame of course is that those people have been placed in the highest chamber in the land to do good for and by the people. But what they actually do is just contribute to the noxious gases in that chamber. Gases which seem to have addled their brains but never touched their conscience. Like others before them in history, the pain of survivors is not their concern.
They might be masochists and enjoy such conditions, which is fine, it is their right to choose the manner in which they will be ultimately remembered, but when those people deter a whole country and people from finding the path to salvation, the path to ameliorate feelings of pain, destitution, subjugation and torture and incarceration and gross disregards for human dignity and rights, then it is plain that they are part of the continuing problem.
So out of 38 they get one representative, copiously living in privilege unashamedly uncaring of an adopted society which welcomed them with open arms, perpetuating a private dream that the translation of a leader’s perceived wishes is what constitutes the modus operandi of human rights work; while an other, a co-conspirator, transcribes uninformed and idiotic plans to derail the efforts of those who choose to protect the sanctity and honour of this society and heal its wounds.
They get rewarded, of course, by seats they could never fulfill, yet think that they will never vacate. Hence, they have never had the reason to put forward any germane idea or wish to better the society which embraced them, but continue to solely pad their nests by ascribing to their own perception of a noble goal: that of subservience to a master on which their fervent hopes and aspirations is to be noticed in order to bask in his largess.
All for a handful of silver.
As if that shiny metal is going to rub away the tattooed numbers, the missing fathers, the raped mothers and daughters, the tortured and wronged.
My dear cousin, this is our holocaust. We need to deal with it so we can move forward.
Will you be kind enough to move aside so the caravan can pass, or would you rather be trampled and thrown to the rubbish heaps of history as you so richly deserve?
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