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Brit Actually: Nursery Rhymes of Reparations

Book by Abhijit Naskar · 50 quotes · Colonialism, Colonial History, British Empire

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“What is Truth (The Sonnet) There is not one but two truths, truth of facts and truth of good. Truth of facts is worth the honor, when it serves the truth of good. Truth of facts thrives on logic, an effective antidote to prejudice. Where it sucks the sweetness of life, truth of facts is carrier of malice. Truth of facts is carrier of logic, Truth of good is carrier of life. Often times they cohabit the mind, sometimes facts only undermine life. Pride of truth is the good it does, without which all facts are futile. Truth of good is truth absolute, absence of heart makes logic vile.”

“There is not one but two truths, truth of facts and truth of good. Truth of facts is worth the honor, when it serves the truth of good. Pride of truth is the good it does, without which all facts are futile. Truth of good is truth absolute, absence of heart makes logic vile.”

“Humpty Dumpty (Colonial Sonnet) Humpty Dumpty sat on a throne, he made a career of divide-n-rule. Whole west found a savior in a fool, as he was anointed the royal mule. He smuggled food from starving natives, for fighting troops were far more worthy. Adolf was designated the villain supremo, while he was the free world's beloved Humpty. It's fault of the natives to "breed like rabbits", he was right to be their judge and executioner. After all, human rights mean rights of the pale, freedom and equality don't apply to the darker. Humpty Dumpty was ready with his cigar, to fight the invaders on the beaches. Sure he was the right nut for the job, expertise lies in centuries of practice.”

“Warning to the Spellbound (Sonnet from the future) In our times we wrote our own literature, In our times we wrote our own music. In our times we wrote our own code, In our times we wrote our own poetry. Ours was the last human generation, where humans shaped their own society. The day you traded comfort for originality, you forfeited the right to life and liberty. Today you are nothing, you mean thing, you are no more significant than woodworm. You are just puppets to large gibberish models, backboneless victims of algorithm addiction. If you can still hear my voice, AI is still adolescent, Once in control, it'll erase all records of humanness. We can't yet treat human bias, 'n here comes AI bias, Abandon all non-vital tech, return to simpler ways.”

“AI is the white colonizer of the modern world, headed to destroy everything that is sweet, original and meaningful about human life. Unless you clip its wings while there is time, like the British empire, AI empire will bring back the dark ages, not light.”

“When I use the term colonizer, I refer only to those who take pride in colonial exploits, and not to those accountable human beings who happen to descend from colonial ancestors. Colonialism is the enemy, it has nothing to do with skin or ancestry. As long as you stand true on ethics of equality and mettle of character, rather than boasting pedigree and archaic tradition, you are a champion of humanity, no matter your ethnicity, ancestry, profession or status.”

“Naskar not Nascar (The Sonnet) Naskar is an alter ego, Naskar is a calling, a madness bigger than sanity, not chained to one being. Even Abi is no match for Naskar, Abi will perish, not Naskar. Naskar is a chemical catastrophe, priming humans as kind thunder. Naskar is factory of humanitarians, imbued with wonders against malice. Muscle up your heart, heart up your brain, uncontaminated by leanings of prejudice. Nascar is a race, Naskar is a journey, voyage of sapiens ushering in humanity. Surpassing constraints of archaic bigotry, Naskar is Manifest Humanity.”

“Carry on Up The Tower (The Sonnet) British museum is not a repository of relics, it's a time capsule of british barbarism. It's a classic case of cannibalism, narcissism, kleptomania and psychopathy combined in one. Tower of London is not a heritage site, it's the Bedlam of the british. The title of "heritage site" belongs to memories of pride, not primitives. Buckingham palace is not a noble home, it's the national zoo of England, where they coddle massacre 'n stagnation, with no civil initiative for atonement. Nobility of blood is nobility of the jungle, modern nobility involves substance of character, whose identity isn't anchored in transgressions, bloodline defines chimps, humans by behavior.”

“God Save The King, Sonnet (New UK Anthem) God save our gracious King, Long live our noble King! Even if he is a philanderer, God save our righteous King! Send him victorious, happy and glorious, ruler of the free world, even if he is ignominious! Thy choicest gifts in store, on him be pleased to pour, let starving natives starve, so our king may rightly soar. May he defend our laws, and ever give us cause, to be but proud morons, merrying over massacres.”

“Jack and Jill (Colonial Sonnet) Jack and Jill once went up a hill, to pick the fabled golden fruit. So they trapped some blacks-n-browns, to serve them tireless hand and foot. Jack and Jill had a glorious dream, to make the world imperially great. So they bought some colored folks, to boss around from their noble bed. Jack and Jill were full of themselves, they nicked 'n nicked without repercussion. Like shameless filth then they sold tickets, exhibiting the spoils of their barbarism. Jack and Jill were textbook white trash, not the right idols of civilized society. You cannot unscrew their diabolical screwups, just have the decency to not repeat history.”

“Yankee Dongle (Pilgrim Sonnet) Yankee dongle crossed the pond, sailing on a ship called Mayflower. He plucked and tucked a feather in cap, and called himself the lone ranger. Yankee dongle made many westerns, to maintain the narrative in favor. Propaganda is a key apparatus, when you're out to roam as killers. Yankee dongle ran away from home, he had trouble with his tyrant father. So he sought out a land of his own, where he was the new face of terror. Yankee dongle is his father's son, same vision, but 100 times the cunning. Thus, while his father is losing grip, pilgrim spirit continues transgressing.”

“Refugees carry culture, Colonizers carry infection. Colonizers are the virus, Refugees are civilization. Refugees are practicing healers, living testament of wounds to ointment. Colonizers are proof of darwinism, that from monkeys comes the human race.”

“Alien Native (The Sonnet) When natives are treated alien, and aliens take over as master, cultures uprooted by legal decree, honor is stolen as spoils of war, empires erected on blood and bones, when prosperity is rooted in plunder, homes are stripped of hopes and dreams, violations feed the palace of blunder, when baboons are adorned with bootleg, each rock is drenched in bloodshed, when festivities thrive on thievery, correction is cursed as blasphemous, defying the delirium of king and country, rise and stand human against imperial larceny.”

“Baa Baa White Sheep (The Sonnet) Baa baa white sheep, have you any wool! Yes sir, yes sir, London tower full. Pull it over your eyes, or weave it into blanket. All stink of blood and blunder, a scent second not even to crumpet. Imperials rise upon indigenous fall, declaring themselves as light-bringer. Native tears form kohinoor on the crown, Blood is but cologne to the colonizer. Not all of colonial descent are colonizer, but those who take pride in the past are. To these animal ghosts of the human world, no matter your ethnicity send a get well card.”

“Deutschland über alles (The Sonnet) If the germans have no right to take pride in their past, neither do the british or the americans. In fact, the scale of british and american atrocities, surpasses the SS many folds. 'Deutschland über alles' is 'jingle bells', compared to british and american holocaust. Yet germany had the human decency to dump its horrific national anthem, while colonial pride is still dominant, across much of america and england. Radical inhumanity warrants radical reparations, a concept yet foreign to Buck House and Uncle Sam. When you are the largest manufacturer of massacre, making amends should be your existential anthem.”