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The Real Tragedy Of Our Postcolonial World Is Not That The Majority Of People Had No Say In Whether Or Not They Wanted This New World; Rather, It Is That The Majority Have Not Been Given The Tools To Negotiate This New World.

-Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

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The Real Tragedy Of

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

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The Real Tragedy Of Our Postcolonial World Is Not That The Majority Of People Had No Say In Whether Or Not They Wanted This New World; Rather, It Is That The Majority Have Not Been Given The Tools To Negotiate This New World.

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Asking Questions

When It Comes To Dressing Well, American Culture Is So Self-fulfilled That It Has Not Only Disregarded This Courtesy Of Self-presentation, But Has Turned That Disregard Into A Virtue. "we Are Too Superior/busy/cool/not-uptight To Bother About How We Look To Other People, And So We Can Wear Pajamas To School And Underwear To The Mall.

Richard Exhaled. It Was Like Somebody Sprinkling Pepper On His Wound: Thousands Of Biafrans Were Dead, And This Man Wanted To Know If There Was Anything New About One Dead White Man. Richard Would Write About This, The Rule Of Western Journalism: One Hundred Dead Black People Equal To One Dead White Person.

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There's Something Very Lazy About The Way You Have Loved Him Blindly For So Long Without Ever Criticizing Him. You've Never Even Accepted That The Man Is Ugly,' Kainene Said. There Was A Small Smile On Her Face And Then She Was Laughing, And Olanna Could Not Help But Laugh Too, Because It Was Not What She Had Wanted To Hear And Because Hearing It Had Made Her Feel Better.

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