Spectators of the world—lend me your ears, to hear my message; your eyes, to see the oppression of our people; your tongue, to taste the metallic tang of the blood spilt against us; your nose, to smell the stench of the slums we are forced every day to tolerate; and finally your fingers, to give your magic touch to dispel the true evil of this world.
I write from a place and from experiences not of the liberal world. I write from the heart of the Tambo people, whose aspirations and spirit were crushed repeatedly under the boot of the Hemi regime. Make no mistake: the Somi Union is not a union, nor was it ever. It is a hegemony that should have ended centuries ago. It is a civilization built from slave tradition, where families must sell their daughters and sons into servitude to alleviate some burden. That is what my parents did to me and my siblings. I am fortunate to have escaped the sweatshops of Hemt, where we toiled all day for a wage that our owners could just take away with the motion of an arm. My siblings, however, were not so fortunate; they sweat and toil to this day.
I write to you—esteemed Meterran Economic Treaty Association, a relatively new frontier in the liberal world of free trade—in hopes that you not only listen but act. Every köpörö invested into the Somi hegemony is a köpörö invested into continuing the hardships of my family and my peers, for evil will work not to respond well to reward but to abuse reward. Inaction also acts as a köpörö in this sense. The Somi hegemony—the Hems in particular—continued its transgressions uninterruptedly throughout the centuries, even under the spectation of the international community, either out of ignorance or out of apathy. And now, as fate has made it, the Somi hegemony has a chance of entering your Association, a chance so unbelievable that it boils me from the inside out. I have toiled in their sweatshops for too long—and I have evaded bounty hunters for too long—and I have struggled to make ends meet for too long—to let a history of unjustifiable abuse and tyranny continue for this long.
Animosity between the Tambo and the Hems is nothing novel, originating as early as five hundred CE when the clans of Ubgandia raided and warred with each other. It’s wasn’t until the nineteenth century that, by Skandan invention, the Hems took over the Tambo by force. My people was quick to revolt, albeit in vain. The Hems, having slaughtered our warriors with their firearms, added insult to injury once they resumed hegemony. They gave us a queen, but put her in our same cage, along with the rest of her blood. She has no power in the Senate, nor the Court, nor the Judiciary. She now only serves as a mockery of what we used to be.
Providing such a platform to a government such as the Somi hegemony, where poverty and slavery are abundant and without restriction, will not lessen the turmoil and molestation of my people, but prolong them. Ruminate on who will construct those highways crossing from the Somaad into Trinster. Ruminate on the greater demand for goods produced with the small hands of a child for nothing more than two köpörös per product. Ruminate on the comfort given to the classic Hemi aristocrat at proportionate expense to my kin.
I am utterly disgusted at the governments which support such a malicious regime, especially countries such as Demescia. Their corporations are the main organizations outsourcing labor to the hellhole that is Hemt, where my brethren lumber and drudge until their legs give in. On occasion you will see the occassional yacht of a Demescian ruffian wash up on shore; it would let out men and women held captive for chattel servitude. Therefore, Demescia has repeatedly proven itself to be a cesspool of degeneracy and a spawn for unnecessary imps.
It is inexcusable; the actions of the Somi hegemony, and dare I say even its very existence, goes against the basic tenets the liberal world was founded on. It has allowed the degradation of the proletariat, the discrimination against an ethnicity, and the exploitation of labour. Many volunteers of my movement have died to right the wrongs of that dreaded world; many others were caught by bounty hunters and sent back to the coltan mine. I sometimes have nightmares about my comrade being captured and tortured while we struggle to bring justice to the Tambo people.
To see our conflict become in vain is disparaging to say the least. The Somi hegemony's entry would implicate approval of their practices and thus a death of liberal principles within your organization. It would also signal hypocrisy, as you had rejected Ninhundland's membership due to their flirts with servitude. The oppression of my people is an even more dangerous situation, I feel, than any forced labor the Ninhundish could ever effect.
Despite my ramblings in this letter, the decision to accept the Somi hegemony is yours and yours only. All I ask is that you consider the consequences of their entry. The choice you will make is more important than you may have previously thought. My hope is that you judge with precision and act with prudence, because the future of the Tambo people is at stake.
From, JEROME ABSEM