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It Was A Charming Fantasy Of Romantics That The Spies Would Stop Spying, That Political Conflict Would End And Politicians Would Tell The Truth. Unfortunately That Has Not Been The Case.

History Keeps Her Secrets Longer Than Most Of Us. But She Has One Secret That I Will Reveal To You Tonight In The Greatest Confidence. Sometimes There Are No Winners At All. And Sometimes Nobody Needs To Lose.

On One Hand We Go Like Hell For Every Terror Cell We Can Find, We Penetrate It, We Destroy It. On The Other Hand, There Is A Much Bigger Need For A Political Solution.

Power Expands Through The Distribution Of Secrecy.

Only Esmeralda Was Not Weeping. Instead She Wore That Wooden Look That Whites Mistake For Churlishenss Or Indifference. Woodrew Knew It Was Neither. It Was Familiarity. This How Real Life Is Constituted, It Said. This Is Grief And Hatred And People Hacked To Death. This Is The Everyday We Have Known Since We Were Born And You Wazungu Have Not.