To: SirRealist who wrote (15634 ) 1/6/2002 10:30:19 AM From: Ilaine Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 281500 The fact that so few Muslims feel that way bodes ill, doesn't it? This fight is going to be more like the Cold War all over again than WWII. We're going to have to keep them at bay until they figure out on their own that their position is untenable.nytimes.com In a sense, it is the morphing of the clash between communism and colonialism in the Third World during the Cold War. Colonialism did victimize people, and communism made great headway by telling people they were victimized and promising an alternative, which did not happen. When communism imploded, another totalitarian fundamentalist ideology was ready to step in and offer a simple panacea to the masses. For some reason, writing the above reminded me of Kipling's poem, "The White Man's Burden." It's a horrible poem and I don't want to argue that it's right, but it does demonstrate that the problems of the Third World have been vexing us for a long time. What should we do to help the oppressed in the Third World? Sort of damned if you do and damned if you don't. Take up the White Man's burden-- Send forth the best ye breed-- Go, bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need; To wait, in heavy harness, On fluttered folk and wild-- Your new-caught sullen peoples, Half devil and half child. Take up the White Man's burden-- In patience to abide, To veil the threat of terror And check the show of pride; By open speech and simple, An hundred times made plain, To seek another's profit And work another's gain. Take up the White Man's burden-- The savage wars of peace-- Fill full the mouth of Famine, And bid the sickness cease; And when your goal is nearest (The end for others sought) Watch sloth and heathen folly Bring all your hope to nought. Take up the White Man's burden-- No iron rule of kings, But toil of serf and sweeper-- The tale of common things. The ports ye shall not enter, The roads ye shall not tread, Go, make them with your living And mark them with your dead. Take up the White Man's burden, And reap his old reward-- The blame of those ye better The hate of those ye guard-- The cry of hosts ye humour (Ah, slowly!) toward the light:-- "Why brought ye us from bondage, Our loved Egyptian night?" Take up the White Man's burden-- Ye dare not stoop to less-- Nor call too loud on Freedom To cloak your weariness. By all ye will or whisper, By all ye leave or do, The silent sullen peoples Shall weigh your God and you. Take up the White Man's burden! Have done with childish days-- The lightly-proffered laurel, The easy ungrudged praise: Comes now, to search your manhood Through all the thankless years, Cold, edged with dear-bought wisdom, The judgment of your peers. boondocksnet.com