Knowledge
(If Them’s the Rules)
This drabble contains mild spoilers.
–
“You misunderstand,” Grindelwald says, and his voice is soft and compassionate. “It’s just an excuse. A back-up. It doesn’t matter if you’re not as smart or strong or beautiful as a foreigner – as long as you have the genes you do, you’ll still be better. The rich an influential like that way of thinking. It serves a purpose-”
“Your purpose.”
“That’s irrelevant. Nobody likes being irrelevant, Harry Riddle. Nobody likes to be at disadvantage. And that is the core of the racist way of thinking. Where your pride in yourself as an individual fails you, you cling to the self-defined quality of your dna. Hitler’s agenda was never truly about creating a race that is hundred percent aryan, no. His goal was to establish the superiority of what he calls the aryan race.”
“And you’re using that to drive your own agenda,” Harry says, glaring tiredly at the Dark Lord, who nods with a small proud smile on his face.
“The question is, Harry,” Grindelwald says. “What will you do with what you know? Human minds are weak – you will not be able to wipe them clean of all insecurity.”
“No,” Harry replies. “And neither do I intend to try. Some things will run their course, Grindelwald. Despite what you’ve seen in me, I’ve seen nothing in you that would inspire me to take action.”
“You… you would do nothing with this information?” Grindelwald demands to know, clearly surprised. Harry shrugs, and nods.
“Not all knowledge needs to be acted upon.”
“Are you any better than me, then? To know that you could save lives, yet you choose not to?”
“This wouldn’t help me save lives, you know that,” Harry says. “Find someone else to play games with. I don’t want to.”
“You are a strange man, Riddle,” Grindelwald says after a few silent moments. “Strange indeed, but that will not save you in the end.”
marlowfication 