The Forgiven Page #7
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- 2017
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"Well...
that's that.
It's over."
I have fully,
fully investigated your case.
And?
And...
amnesty for your crimes
is highly unlikely.
You showed your victims
no mercy,
and besides the...
extreme brutality,
your crimes reveal
no political context.
No political context?
My context,
as you call it,
stretches back some 300 years.
When my ancestors
were farming this land
and building its cities,
yours were creeping out
of the bush,
trying to murder them.
That's context.
My people were murdered
by yours.
In Zimbabwe.
Yes, I know.
Zimbabwe, South Africa?
Same difference.
Is it?
Is it the same?
I don't know.
You're the expert on context.
You tell me.
Your people
Believed in this...
this little subversive book.
It's my favorite,
which teaches us,
"Proclaim liberty
to the captive,
sight to the blind
and to set
the oppressed free."
That's in Luke 4:18.
Your people...
felt they were being oppressed
by the British,
they fought back
and they became free.
So you need to learn
from your own history
that when a people
decide to be free,
my dear friend, nothing,
absolutely nothing
is gonna stop them
from becoming free.
Yes. Very good.
Very high-minded of you.
But there's something
you just don't get, kaffir.
Something you just do not get.
Killing someone
is never political,
Killing someone is personal.
It's always, always personal.
It's simple.
You like to read, eh?
Study on this,
"Unconquerable will,
study of revenge,
immortal hate,
courage to never submit
or yield,
what else is not to be overcome?
Better to reign in Hell
than to serve in Heaven."
Lucifer.
You quoted that poem
in your letter.
So papa was a teacher,
so I'm assuming he knows
it's "Paradise Lost."
And if you don't,
you're just one more
half-educated mzee
in my eyes.
You're a dreamer, my old Hotnot.
I grant you that.
A f***ing dreamer.
Dreamer?
Yes.
I, for 40 years,
I dreamed of voting...
freely in a free country
in the land of my birth.
For 40 years,
I've been in the wilderness.
Now, it's finally come to pass.
There was this one
neutralization
and I was standing there
on this stoep
covered in kaffir brain,
and blood, and sh*t.
My old head was throbbing
like babelaas...
and after the killings,
we set a fire.
And I could hear this voice
inside my head
as clear as you're
hearing me now,
telling me I had no dreams,
no passion, no hope.
"What is life without
them things?" it asked me.
"I have passion, I have dreams."
And all the boys were there,
Francois, Hansie,
all the Hacksaw boys,
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