This is the voice of Winterbottom

My dear brothers and sisters in Aid romance, I have always felt that my people were cheated by being placed in cold countries without spices or natural resources. The creator gave you all the sunlight and put me in a harsh environment; I was forced to learn how to master nature by any means necessary. I had to learn how to build ships to look for food and natural resources. You had them all over your lands and today you call yourselves poor! I had to dispossess you because you were created more equal than me. You were unjustly favoured, so I have to get my share of nature's booty from you.

China and the asian tigers are coming up, so you must remain down to fuel my capitalism. I have my faithful servants with your skin color who will sell you to get their personal dollars. Look at the Wright Brothers who developed the aeroplane for America, they were already established bicycle manufacturers but the put aside the trappings of money to research into flight. They are elites. How many of your African Big Men can do the same?

When I was no longer gaining from carting you as slaves across the Atlantic, I banned slave trade to move on to an advanced form of slavery: Colonialism! The next thing I heard is that I freed you to be free in Freetown! Freedom is only for me, says Me.

I can no longer send down military intelligence officials disguised as missionaries, so i must send down NGOs. Once your people see their white skin, they will be mesmerized: ' These are angels of the Lord'. Yes they are the angels of my aristocrats; Lord this, Lord that. The Lords who masterminded your downfall.