A Nicaraguan indigenous leader, who spent three years rotting in Daniel Ortega’s dungeons, has finally been released by death. The United Kingdom, ever the moral scold, has issued its ritual condemnation. But let us not pretend this is a tragedy.
It is a pattern, a historical cycle as predictable as the fall of Rome or the collapse of Victorian pretensions. The Sandinistas, once hailed as liberators, have become the very tyrants they deposed. The indigenous, the poor, the dissident: they are all grist for the mill of revolutionary hypocrisy.
The UK condemns, but what else can it do? Its moral authority lies in tatters, a relic of an imperial age that now preaches to apostates. The dead leader is a symbol, yes.
But symbols do not bring justice. Only power does. And power, as always, belongs to those willing to bury their enemies alive.
