At the end we now reflect on ‘The Western Chauvinist’ who remains at a stagnation, allowing prejudice to take hold onto his country under the pretense that compliance and singing kumbaya around a campfire with his enemy will solve issues grounded in the origins of his country. All while blissfully unaware that the same enemy he’s flirtatiously holding hands with will, in the end, push him in the fire and revel in seeing his corpse being set ablaze. Even then he’d still probably believe the lie that his burning flesh will benefit the community as a whole, when in reality it’ll give warmth only to the few that can afford it while the less-fortunate that were too far away from his little circle freeze to death. To ensure that even the tiniest spark won’t erupt another fire, his ashes will be used to extinguish the flames of activism. Read the title again. What are you thinking now?
