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“Wat maakt ge van onze dochters, o zeden! Ge dwingt haar tot liegen en huichelen. Ze mogen niet weten wat ze weten, niet voelen wat ze voelen, niet begeeren wat ze begeeren, niet wezen wat ze zyn.”

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Multatuli
Multatuli

Multatuli, whose real name was Eduard Douwes Dekker, was a Dutch writer. His work 'The Diary of a Visit to the Dutch Antilles' exposed the残酷 realities of Dutch colonial rule and conducted a profound critique of colonialism. more

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