Chapter 83

“How many men have you killed, John?”

He asked the question suddenly and used the familiar address. Was he hoping to catch me off guard?

“Are you speaking of white men or do tribesmen count, as well?”

He flushed, giving me my answer. Nonetheless, he recited the proper words. “A human life is a human life, regardless of the ethnicity.”

I shook my head. “You would not have fared well here years back. Only a few years, come to think of it.”

“I disagree. I would have thrived because I could have reported history in the making.”

“So, history has come to a halt? Is there no current history to be written?”

“Of course, there is. And I do so every day of my life. History is simply tomorrow’s yesterday. But a page has been turned, John. No, a has been written. One that will never be repeated again.”

I shook my head and rested my arms on the anvil. “Yes, it will. But you whites will have to find someone else to oppress.”