How should Dany have gone about totally redistributing wealth? Like should she have divvied it up between every citizen or used it to jumpstart the economy or like given kickstarters to freedmen to set up business? On a slightly separate note, do you think Dany was right to nail the masters to crosses in the square?
Well, the estates should be occupied and the land divvied up among all citizens–whether that means every family gets a plot, or every individual gets shares in the harvest, or what have you. The various means of production should be turned over to the slaves whose labor was exploited within them; the looms now belong to the seamstresses, to use a plot-relevant example. The material wealth of the slavers should also be turned over to the freedmen, targeted towards public works projects and individual investments in the skills and ideas of the former slaves (if you want to get ambitious about long-term economic development in Freedmen’s Bay, then sure, set up a People’s Bank of Meereen and hand out interest-free microloans). Then there are the pyramids; convert them to apartments, hospitals, schools, grain vaults, meeting halls, etc.
…and then, propagandize the fuck out of all of that. Dany lacked a Ministry of Information, a really crucial puzzle piece for any revolution.
As for Dany nailing the masters to the crosses: no, I don’t think she was right to do that, because it’s not a systemic solution of any kind. It doesn’t actually help the children. It was purely an act of vengeful rage, accomplishing nothing. I’m all in for revolting against the Masters and then confiscating and redistributing their wealth, and I’m not shedding any tears for slavers killed in the process. But simply killing the same number of Masters as slaves killed on the road is a cheap imitation of justice; it doesn’t serve the greater good.
Clean nails tap against the polished mahogany desk as the heavy doors across the room push open.
A man in his early thirties scurries in, dressed as if he works in a corporate headquarters.
“Status update?” The man at the desk asks, ostensibly bored, his accent not lost despite the almost five decades since he made his international move.
“They have Zazel in custody and have officially charged him with Hein’s murder. That, and attempted murder of a witness and witness intimidation.” The shake in the young man’s voice had disappeared ago as he had slowly climbed the ranks of his organization, but with today’s news, it was like it was his first day all over again.
Don’t shoot the messenger didn’t really apply to his boss—a reason he had so quickly moved up the ranks over the years.
The man with black hair far too dark for his age purses his lips at the information.
“And I am to assume Zazel will not be taking any plea bargains.” The man phrases it as a question, though he already knows the answer.
The man takes a deep breath as he leans back in his plush chair.
The heavy-set pit bull that lays in front of a steady-flamed fireplace looks up from its bed as his master’s chair squeaks under his weight.
“And the witness?”
The young man takes quick steps and places a folder gently on the immense desk.
“Y/F/N Y/L/N. Age Twenty-Seven. We know she’s under protective custody of the FBI, specifically with Special Agent Dean Winchester.”
Brown eyes shoot up to his lackey.
“Of course Winchester is involved,” he sighs, his hands coming to rest on his temple. “The boy has been a thorn in my side since the day we killed his mother.” The man slowly opens the file and begins flipping through the information.
“Zazel should have just killed him right then and there,” he hisses to himself, stopping on a picture of you being loaded into a standard FBI SUV, the date stamp from earlier this afternoon.
“And why is she not dead?” He rubs his temple with a sigh.
The young man swallows hard and fidgets with no answer, his lips giving as his boss’ eyes find his.
“Some girl,” he spits, slapping the picture, his voice rising. “Is running around with the man whose sole purpose in life is to bring me down.” He hollers as he stands up, his fingers resting on the desk.
“Can someone explain this to me?” His Scotish voice roars. His pet’s ears perk up as he watches his enraged master.
The young man remains frozen in his spot and his boss grunts at his lackey’s cowardliness.
The man takes a deep breath, recomposing himself before kneeling down to his pup, giving its ears a shake.
“You know what they say love.” The dog groans at her master. “If you want something done right, blah, blah, blah.” The dog just stares up with no understanding, but with dedicated attention, aware of the power its master possessed.
“Looks like I’ll be paying Miss Y/L/N a visit myself.”
I have frequently seen people become neurotic when they content themselves with inadequate or wrong answers to the questions
of life. They seek position, marriage, reputation, outward
success or money, and remain unhappy and neurotic even when
they have attained what they were seeking. Such people are
usually confined within too narrow a spiritual horizon. Their life
has not sufficient content, sufficient meaning.
C. G. Jung - Memories, Dreams, Reflections. 1961.
okay but can we talk about how dany stares at the people in the fighting pits as if she is above violence and killing people??
Yeah, it’s seriously bizarre to me how she’s so against the fighting pits. For god’s sakes. She’s been a part of the Dothraki, who attacked villages and murdered men, women, and children. Sure, she saved some women from getting raped, but she saw plenty of murder happen, and didn’t seem to have problems with that. The witch who did the spell on Drogo, she burned her alive. She threatened to kill every person in Quarth if they didn’t help her. She killed Xaro and Doreah. She’s conquered cities, murdered masters, she nailed every single slave master to a post and left them to die. I could go on here.
So I’m really not sure how she can have this holier-than-thou attitude about the fighting pits. It’s a part of their culture, and she sees it as wrong just because she doesn’t approve. It’s ridiculous because she has murdered plenty of people, and yet she’s acting like this part of Mereen’s culture is beneath her.