Eight dead. Teenagers, no less, burned in their dormitory in a Kenyan school. And who have the British authorities sent?
Counter-terror experts. Not fire investigators, not disaster relief. Counter-terror.
Because of course, in the 21st century, every tragedy must be a plot, every flame a political statement. We have become a civilisation that cannot accept random cruelty – we must manufacture narrative. This is what happens when intellectuals confuse reality with fiction.
The Victorians, for all their faults, understood that tragedy could simply be tragedy. They mourned the dead without immediately reaching for a grand conspiracy. But now?
Now we send counter-terror units. Why? Because we are terrified of meaninglessness.
Because if this is just a fire, a terrible accident, then it is a reminder of our impotence. If it is terrorism, we at least know the enemy. And we prefer a known devil to an indifferent universe.
But look at the colonial parallels. The British empire sending experts to African crises. Has nothing changed?
We still believe our 'expertise' can fix what is fundamentally a local governance failure. And the children? They are merely the cost of our inability to face the void.
We burn their futures to keep our illusions alight.
