An animal will fight to the death to protect its young from harm, from hurt, from pain.

Any animal.

What aberrations, then, are these, the parents of my generation? Truly there has never been any species before like the one called Rhodesian.
And I see, finally the truth behind the myth that was Rhodesia.
These we once called Elders, these who take such pride and pleasure in the pain and fear they sent their sons to endure, these twisted mentalities who calmly paid the annual fees for lifestyles they enjoyed, those annual fees that were invoiced with their children's blood, these creatures are not supermen, not something special; just maggots who belong under the damp rock somewhere, protecting their fishbelly whiteness from the light of the sun.

Bruce Moore-King
White Man Black War -p131.