Dystopian Novel

Nothing has really changed. The world, which has been supposed to have advanced so much, especially in human rights, is still just where it has always been. What's mine is mine, and you can't have it, but what's yours is mine because I can handle it better than you. It doesn't matter what it is, whether mineral resources, or freedom from fear. The first world had been creating fear and poverty in "inferior" countries for centuries. It will not acknowledge that, and now won't take in people it has victimized before and victimizes now.

We have been their masters ever since we were directly the "mem sahibs" or the "señores" of their lands. We have allowed them to have independence in name only, while we set up our puppets in their governments, and steal their resources through thieving agreements. If they dared to expand their independence away from us, we have cracked down on them through war and manoevered uprisings. Their countries have always been our playground and they our servants. 

Now, we express outrage that the "servants" should abandon their places. Some prefer that their boats capsize and they drown in the sea, and turn away rescue boats, like Italy has done. Or that their families should be ripped apart so that others learn the message; that they should have remained in their places. Like the Unites States, no longer land of the free, is doing, to its shame. Their fear is our gain. Their fear is our millions in the bank. 

Colonialism has never ended. Being a colony is nothing like the relationship Gibraltar has with Great Britain. Being a colony means to be exploited by a first world country, and be told that they have to fix their own problems to avoid having so many people running to our shores. It is being told to be glad that the benevolent Europeans or Americans brought religion, education, and lessons in political freedom. It is then being told that they must give their European and American benefactors first rights of their natural resources in thankfulness. Oh, and production must be kept up according to our needs, not theirs. If the experiment in independence decays in the attempts to placate the former masters, and creates ungovernable minorities who disagree, and fear in simple people who must work every day to be able to eat, that's their problem. They must fix it, while they serve us their riches at the rate we set.

But human beings cannot live in fear forever, and they seek a place where they can live in freedom from that fear. As they look around, and see that their neighbors are in the same situation, they look to the promised land, the land of their "mem sahibs" and their "señores." So they come, and we act against them, preferring their deaths or tearing apart their families because they are not us, and don't deserve to live with us. We comfort our small souls by saying that they should fix their countries to have no need to escape them. But if they were to really do that, the First World would have to rethink how it lives. Because, at present, we are living off the backs of people living in fear. Our house of cards is built on a lie. We create fear, we need fear. We need fear in our "servants" in the Third World of each other, and we need fear in ourselves of "them." 

The world is a dystopian novel of which we have to change the ending.

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