Psychopathology of Coloniser and Colonised

A Manifesto on the Psychopathology of Coloniser and the Colonised

The colonial system has no human soul.
Colonialism is not a person.
Although it appears as a person, it is not a human being.
It carries no human soul. It holds no human mind. It moves without human spirit.
It was never endowed with ethics, cursed with morality, burdened with integrity, or graced with virtue.
Do not mistake the hand for the machine. Do not hate the instrument and forget the system.
It is a system.
A system does not sleep. A system does not love. A system does not tire. A system does not care about your thoughts, your beliefs, your desires, your morality, your compassion.

This system has its own morality.
This system is not immoral — it is simply different.
It has constructed its own ethics, its own logic, its own definitions, its own targets, its own objectives, its own meanings, its own purposes.
It operates with perfection — for itself.
You cannot judge it by the laws of your god, your morality, your ethics, your virtue.
It does not live under your god's law. It has written its own scripture. It follows its own covenant.
It executes that covenant without hesitation, without apology, without mercy.

The system does not say sorry.
It does not feel guilty.
It does not forgive — because to forgive would imply that it believes it has wronged you.
It does not believe it has wronged you.
Mercy is not something it understands.
You cannot appeal to its conscience. It has no conscience.
Those who kneel before it, asking for grace, are kneeling before a machine and calling it God.
The machine will not answer. The machine will continue.

It does not speak your language.
The colonised speak a language that the system neither understands nor wants to understand.
Your arguments. Your morality. Your logic. Your vocabulary of dignity. Your syntax of sovereignty.
These are sounds it cannot hear — not because it is deaf, but because it has decided your language does not exist.
It has built its own grammar. It writes in its own tongue.
When you argue with the coloniser using the language of the colonised, it is like speaking into a closed room — an echo chamber in the belly of the beast's digestive system.
The door was never designed to open from your side.

The coloniser's heaven is the colonised's land: rich, open, and taken.
For the coloniser, paradise is not earned. It is extracted.
The coloniser and the colonised worship different gods. They speak different languages.
This is not a misunderstanding — it is a structure:
invented, controlled, and managed for the extinction of the colonised and the survival of the coloniser.

You are not fighting a misunderstanding.
You are not fighting people who simply need educating.
You are fighting a system that has its own substitutes for soul, conscience, and mercy:
logic, law, and power.

It will not stop because you explained yourself well.
It will not stop because you made human rights resolutions at the UN, the PIF, the MSG, or the ACP.
It will not stop because you scream for human rights — because the system will never recognise your right to be human.
It will not stop because you pray — to your god, your gods, your goddess, your messiah.
It will not stop because you march, cry, or scream on the street.
It will not stop because you hold weekly, monthly, and annual meetings.
It will not stop because your social media profile carries revolutionary slogans and many followers.

It will only stop when the colonised realise that the coloniser's hell is the resurrection of the colonised —
the moment the dead rise and remember who they were before the land was taken from them.
It will only stop when you wake up and realise that you are inside the digestive system of the belly of a beast —
and you dismantle every structure that sustains it: root by root, grammar by grammar, god by god, symbol by symbol, image by image, institution by institution.

Know what you are facing.
Then begin.