They came pretending to humanize lands that were already fertile with peaceful happiness lands where joy had been bestowed through the wisdom of enlightenment. They arrived, claiming to bring faith, while destroying centuries of civilization to build their own identity out of chaos. For centuries upon centuries, the world bled from the atrocities of slavery. From generation to generation, crimes seeped through tears. They keep silent, as if stricken by amnesia, fleeing their own prejudice as though the pain they inflicted had never borne a name. Across continents, men knew only their chains and scars. Today, they rewrite history to avoid facing the reflection of the vile people they have been. They hide behind façades, refusing to confront their own shadows—disguising themselves in the light of supremacism to conceal the darkness of their virtue.