A Modern Moral Fairy Tale

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The village was perched on top of a high ravine to the north, and the buildings slanted in just so, so you could see deep into the ravine. The first half of the ravine were stark tan cliffs punctuated with an occasional brave blue flower. What was once a river long ago had met with too many boulders at the mouth of the ravine, and had backed up, lazily prepared to wait its turn to leave.
3. Dissident arranges for refugees from the State The power of your denial is so vast no one can reach you. You see nothing beyond your factory walls. Because if anyone is allowed to leave, your entire structure will fall. I understand why you could not see that children died, that your substandard buildings would not hold back the earth from cracking, that your people suffocated under the dusty rubble while you profited from the construction kickbacks. that your people could not turn to you for help--your denials only exhausted them beyond their souls. I ofered them what I could. It was never enough. I took the children in. I found places of refuge--London, New York, Singapore, the internet cafe. And everyone forgot the tragedy. Forgot your diplomatic promises of reform. Everyone forgot the children, who now went deeper and deeper into hiding. But wisdom remained--one had only to see it above the rooftops, below the sewers. But wisdom remained--one had only to see it above the rooftops, below the sewers. I distributed the Manifestos to the hiding children, to those who hid the children. And so the accusations against you grew. I told them not to be too loud. I told them to be wary of your easy reforms, your lying, your cracked facades. I told them to be careful when they recruited others. I watched you slaughter them all. I watched the world say nothing.

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