I imagine several hundred years ago, a group of very powerful men, not unlike yourself, were out conquering the known world. So they get to Africa, feeling pretty good about themselves, definitely feeling superior to the savages they see running in the jungle. That is, until one of the brothers drops his loincloth. And then these powerful men, all of a sudden, come face to face, so to speak, with one of life's great inequities.
（我想象几百年前，一群如你一般有权势的白人出去征服世界，当他们到达非洲看到那些在丛林中奔跑的野蛮黑人，一定对自己感到非常优越。突然，一个黑人腰上的遮羞布掉了下来。这些有权势的白人面面相觑，体会到一生中最大的不公平。）
