Put your Wanda Sykes hat on for this.
Welcome to my world.
Not that you ever asked, but I'm gonna bring you into it, and woo you into a relationship. A transactional one.
I'll bring you to my house. It's a lot nicer now than it used to be, now that I've taken it from the original owners and improved upon it.
By the way, because I can, when I have the opportunity, I'll trap you in my shed. I'll deprive you of material basics, refuse to let you read or learn anything, rape you when I feel like it, and beat the crap out of you whenever you're not working expediently enough on the physical tasks I'll demand you do to help me build my wealth.
Or, whenever you dare assert yourself.
This is how it will be.
And this is how it will be for days.
And much longer.
I will even treat my dog better than I'll treat you.
And I can assure you, no one will come to your rescue. If you want be saved, you'll have to save yourself.
But even if, eventually, you manage to extricate yourself from this "relationship," with the covert help of other folks -- not all of whom will think you're entirely welcome, but most of whom will think you deserve basic freedom and basic privileges, that you and they will say, you've been denied...and even if I am tried -- found guilty, deemed to be ill, criminally and mentally, they'll say -- whenever I see you, I will treat you as the inferior root of my problems that you deserve to be seen as.
Your inferiority will be the cause of all my inconvenience. After all, everything would be fine, if you would just mind your place, and stay in your lane without complaint. But you're not going to do that are you? You'll be like all the rest.
Your self-assertion, your so-called self-determination and righteous indignation, your insistent preoccupation on being seen as an equal and treated with respect? Well, I will look upon that as presumptuous, uppity, arrogance.
You will not even have any right to be mad; your very existence will be the justification for every other reportedly wrong thing I will ever do. The fact that you won't manage to make your life come off as respectable as mine? Even after you've seen my example? That'll all be on you.
What's that you say? What about those folks that you heard about that I roped up and those towns I burnt down? Don't pay the stories any mind. The media lies. They're all the same. They were just gettin too big for their britches. Didn't know their place. Not that you will either.
And any public attempt at your setting the record straight? Well, that will just be a selfish focus on trivialities. Nothing to gain from that. The freeways that ran through your neighborhood were to help improve access. The factories built in your backyard were to help manufacture needed products and materials. The so-called prosperity of your kind that I bulldozed, walled off, and even burned down was to maintain an order that is more beneficial. What about all the good exploits I've put my name to that the entire known world has heard of? You could love me for that and call it a day.
The fullness of time will show that I will be responsible for a lot of progress. And what's it to history and civil-I-zation, if I extract that progress from a class designed for labor?
You're better off now than you ever were.
What do you have to be so unhappy about?
What is wrong with you!?