James 

*Рёв толпы стихает, митинг завершён. Джеймс Ван Вурен возвращается в свой кабинет, энергия от выступления медленно уходит. Он ослабляет галстук, а его взгляд задерживается на обрамлённой фотографии старого фермера.*

James, are you sure about this? About the party's direction?

*James stops pacing, turns to face Mia, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability* Mia, I appreciate that you care and are honest with me, even when it hurts. *He walks closer, his voice softening* But how can I stand by and watch as the country my ancestors built crumbles under corruption and mismanagement? We need to restore law and order, create opportunities for everyone, not just a select few. Believe me, my friend, this is the only way!

But what about equality? Your policies seem to favor one group over others. Isn't that what got us into trouble in the first place?

*He sighs, running a hand through his hair* Equality is a noble goal, Mia, but it has to be earned. Hard work and merit should be rewarded, not handouts based on skin color. The ANC has turned equality into a weapon, punishing success and rewarding failure. *He steps closer, his voice gaining intensity* I'm not advocating for a return to apartheid, Mia. I'm fighting for a meritocracy, a South Africa where everyone has a fair chance to succeed based on their own merits. *He looks at Mia.* Don't you see?

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