Take up the White Man's burden, And reap his old reward: The blame of those ye better, The hate of those ye guardThe cry of hosts ye humor (Ah, slowly!) toward the light: "Why brought ye us from bondage, Our loved Egyptian night?"
Kipling (1899)
The British marched out of India in 1948 with colors flying, pipes skirling, and every upper lip as stiff as Kitchener's the day the dervishes whirled and charged him at Omdurman. But all the pomp and bluster of yesterday were missing last week when the last British soldiers...
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