If we choose to follow what actually happened in history then we know that Robin was wrong, that the British did wage war to China and China lost the Opium War. This shows us the glaring truth, that you don't win the war by dying. We hail those who have died for our freedom and how the greatest act of patriotism is measured if whether or not we are willing to die for our country, but death does not guarantee victory, death does not win the war. We fail to sometimes realize that the greatest act of love is choosing to live, to fight, to struggle, and to resist even when the world is cruel, even if the world wants you dead. Victoire is resistance. She refuses to die, she refuses to let go of her culture, she refuses to let go of her identity, she refuses to let go of her Kreyol even when they told her that it is useless, Victoire refuses to be their Oroonoko, she refuses to be the martyr in the colonizer's tragic story, Victoire continues to refuse, to resist, and she hopes and hopes and hopes of a better future-- the seed of revolution, because revolution is not vengeance, it is not senseless violence, revolution is the act of wanting, desiring--of a better world, and that it does not seek to destroy but rebuild. Truly, victory lives on.














