The Forgiven Page #2

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Two years ago,

we had an election.

A free election,

where anyone who wanted

to vote could do so

without violence.

Now, that is an achievement.

That's what helps you sleep

easy at night, is it?

Pride in your achievement,

hmm?

Listen, boy...

Uh-uh,

"Father." We agreed on that.

How does it feel...

hmm?

Colluding with your

former white masters?

Colluding?

In what way?

Once a slave,

always a slave.

Your white masters

haven't gone away,

have they?

You're still serving them

the same kak!

Except now it's called

"reconciliation".

You're covering them,

that's what it amounts to.

Come on,

be honest,

it's easy if you try.

We either learn to live together

in this country

or we will die together

in this country.

Well done, kaffir!

You've grasped the bottom line.

Life is one animal

eating another.

Death is one animal

being eaten by another.

You either have a full belly

or you're in a full belly.

Darwin. Unalterable facts.

The rest is just

window dressing.

Chintz.

We are all God's children.

We are all connected

by a common humanity.

I could tell you a thing

or two about humanity,

about what's buried

in the red earth

of this country, hmm?

About "Disappearing,"

about the "Elimination,"

about the "Unconventional

Operational Methods,"

about "Hit Squads,"

about "Hacksaw".

Oh, yeah.

So you think we share

a common humanity, kaffir?

We are...

all capable of acts

of depravity.

Even you? Yes?

Yes, even me.

Good boy!

Now, the truth... When you sit

on that commission of yours,

don't tell me

you don't feel anger?

Oh, I feel anger.

And you wonder, don't you?

Why God just doesn't

f***ing wipe the slate clean

of his two-legged creation?

Sometimes I wonder that.

I feel sorry for you,

mission-school boy.

Turn the other cheek, hey?

To forgive is a choice

made by other ordinary people

much more courageous

than I will ever be.

Ah! Come on!

Be a man. Own the fire

in your belly.

Go for it.

I refuse your version

of humanity,

and I intend to continue

to struggle...

against it.

How many on that commission

of yours are priests?

Four.

Clever, our leaders,

aren't they?

Forgiveness is f***ing baked

into the cake.

Civil war,

which you seem to want,

is not in anyone's interest.

A blood bath is inevitable.

It's pure.

It's honest!

Out of the bloodbath

emerges the victor.

The stronger, the superior,

who the weak and inferior

have to kneel before.

You'll fail today

or you'll fail tomorrow.

I'm right, aren't I, kaffir?

I can see it in your face,

you see,

I want the war between us

to drag us all

into the bloody vortex,

because the winner who emerges,

listen to me,

will be white.

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