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So this is what they're calling it now… DIVERSITY. Interesting.

Centuries of colonization. Murder. Rape. Genocide. Entire civilizations erased, their cultures stripped, their identities buried. Then, after reluctantly handing out so-called "independence" like it was a favor, they still sit on thousands of African treasures they refuse to return. They bled India dry. They destabilized nations across the globe, then turned around and made it harder for those same people to seek refuge on their shores.

And now? They slap a shiny label on it and call it diversity?

Wow. What a beautiful word. Too bad it's a lie.

This isn't diversity. This is colonialism in a new jacket—polished, rebranded, and served with a smile. It's an attempt to sanitize history, to make the oppressor look saintly while the crimes stay buried in the fine print.

I'm not forgetting. I'm not giving England—or any of them—a pass. I won't celebrate settler logic. I won't cosign white supremacy dressed up as progress. England is nothing but a bloated carcass of serpents, hissing the same old poison in new tongues.