It’s not that I believe nothing from the West is good. It’s that the framework used to define "good" has served to mask domination—or worse, to justify it.
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It’s not that I believe nothing from the West is good.
It’s that the framework used to define "good" has served to mask domination—or worse, to justify it.
Yes, the West has produced brilliance: art, music, philosophy, science.
But too often, these are presented as gifts the West gave the world, rather than what they also are: products of historical conditions, built atop extraction, conquest, and erasure.
Human rights were drafted on parchment while bodies were trafficked on ships.
Enlightenment ideals coexisted with colonial expansion.
The same empires that spoke of liberty also erased languages, redrew borders, and named others into submission.
The issue isn’t the West’s creativity.
It’s the myth that it created everything.
The belief that the West invented light, reason, freedom, order, as if nothing before or beyond it ever breathed those things.
When I critique the West, it isn’t out of cynicism.
It’s to confront a worldview that insists:
"We named it, therefore we made it. We brought order, therefore we saved it."
What I’m calling for isn’t erasure.
It’s reckoning.
Because until the West stops seeing itself as the only narrator of civilization, the story will remain rigged.
And everything outside its authorship will keep getting labeled as myth, threat, or error.
If my tone is sharp, it’s because the wound is deep.
But if I keep writing, it’s because I still believe in the capacity to heal.
Not through denial, but through memory.
Not through domination, but through dialogue.
We don’t need to erase the West.
We need it to remember what it buried.
And what it renamed.
Only then can we begin to speak again, in the languages that empire tried to silence.


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