““I stood there with the rifle in my hands, that I first grasped the hallowness, the futility of the white man with his gun, standing in front of the unarmed native crowd --- seemingly the leading actor of the piece ; but in reality I was only an absurd puppet pushed to and fro by the will of those yellow faces behind. I perceived in this moment that when the white man turns tyrant it is his own freedom that he destroys. He becomes a sort of hollow, posing dummy, the conventionalized figure of sahib. For it is the condition of his rule that he shall spend his life in trying to impress the "natives", and so in every crises he has got to do what the "natives" expect of him.””
