The following is from a play called “a Raisin in the Sun” about race relations in the US in the 1960s.
It is a speech by a character from Africa who was part of the anti-colonialist resistance.
The words are very meaningful, I think, as we are dealing with obsolete ideas and resistance groups that have become institutions which actually transform into obstacles that block progress
“…Perhaps I will live to be a very old man, respected and esteemed in my new nation…And perhaps I shall hold office and this is what I’m trying to tell you…
Perhaps the things I believe now for my country will be wrong and outmoded, and I will not uunderstand and do terrible things to have things my way or merely to keep my power.
Don’t you see that there will be young men and women –not British soldiers then, but my own black countrymen—to step out of the shadows some evening and slit my then useless throat?
Don’t you see they have always been there…that they always will be. And that such a thing as my own death will be an advance? They who might kill me even…actually replenish all that I was.”