"Thought the Romans until the barbarians were at the gates," quipped Hermione. "The British treated colonial natives as little more than flunkies and servants, certainly never their equals. The American colonists saw themselves as English citizens. The nobility and military treated them like they did the other colonists- they were to blindly obey. It did not end well for us British." Crabbe Sr stared blankly at her. "The touted, greatest army in the world got their arses handed them to them by a bunch of angry farmers with pitchforks. I am, of course, glossing over the assistance of the French and the Hussein mercenaries working for the British and numerous other facors. But the point stands, treat your subjects well and they will be content under your rule. Single out a group, make everyone live in fear, they will never stop fighting you."