We live in a completely different era now. Not better. Not worse. Just different.
Back then—when European settlers invaded Native lands and declared they’d “discovered” a new world—there were no cameras. No receipts. No evidence. Just journals, swords, and the power to write the story in their favor. They massacred, raped, pillaged, stole—and then wrapped it all up in tales of bravery and conquest. They left behind books for their descendants, declaring themselves heroes:
Pioneers. Trailblazers. Visionaries. Men of grit. Men of courage.
Men with “adventure in their blood.”
And why wouldn’t they? If I were to write the story of my life, I’d throw flowers at my feet too. It’s human nature to make your legacy shine.
But now? Now we live in the digital age.
A cat could wear a camera on its collar and expose your crimes in 4K.
Every lie, every manipulation, every strategic erasure—it’s harder to pull off when the truth is being live-streamed.
The only ones still swallowing the lies are those invested in protecting them.
The deluded. The loyalists. The brainwashed.
People doing backflips and cartwheels of logic to justify the unjustifiable.
Performing mental gymnastics that would exhaust any Olympic athlete—just to keep their house of cards from falling.
Honestly, I feel tired for them.
Because I know that feeling.
I remember when I used to gossip, feeding my soul poison with every word.
And one day—quietly, without announcement—my spirit said enough.
It couldn’t hold the darkness anymore.
It made me sick. It broke me. And that’s when I chose a different way.
But these apologists for selective crimes? They lie, day in and day out.
They choke on truth. They curse the age of digital memory.
And they fight like hell to keep cameras and consciousness away.
Oh, how lucky the original colonizers were.
They got away with so much.
They operated in the shadows, cloaked by the silence of history.
We’ll never know the full extent of their crimes—and maybe that’s part of the tragedy.
Modern colonizers?
They still get away with plenty. But the difference is, we see them.
We see the masks. We see the makeup, the PR spins, the whitewashed headlines.
We see the blood they try to scrub away with money and distraction.
And no matter how many filters you throw on top of your image…
We see you.
Your ugliness seeps through.
The world may still be playing your game,
but more and more of us are learning how to rewrite the rules.
Salima
Just me thinking out loud over here