I don't actually have a problem with imperialism per se, but it has to be done properly and openly, with the expenditure of men and blood. https://t.co/ijHgNHhq2a— Claire Khaw (@ntfem) February 28, 2017
To do American imperialism properly, it should acquire a 51st state, then a 52nd, 53rd etc but WITHOUT THE USE OF MERCENARIES. https://t.co/LSTlw115ct— Claire Khaw (@ntfem) February 28, 2017
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American Exceptionalism also means the White Man's Burden being taken on by the New World having been passed it by the Old World.
The White Man's Burden (1899)
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 hopes to nought.
Take up the White Man's burden, No tawdry 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 he 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 cry or whisper, By all ye leave or do,
The silent, sullen peoples Shall weigh your gods 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!
I am sure you are well aware that it was Kipling who dedicated to his poem to your relative.
I can only speculate as to reasons why you chose not to mention this at the debate!
