I thought the story was about “them” (among which, I was thinking especially NK), until I realized that it was about all of us.
A classic book, published in 1945. Unfortunately, the story is still relevant to our time. Orwell wrote this book, having Stalinism in mind, but every reader will have own image of Napoleon, Snowball, Old Major and Benjamin.
Sometimes ideas can leave our hands without us knowing it. How much freedom do we really have? Without noticing, aren’t we letting others to dictate what we do?
The animals listened first to Napoleon, then to Snowball, and could not make up their minds which was right; indeed, they always found themselves in agreement with the one who was speaking at the moment.
The animals were not certain what the word meant, but Squealer spoke so persuasively, and the three dogs who happened to be with him growled so threateningly, that they accepted his explanation without further questions.
It might be that their lives were hard and that not all of their hopes had been fulfilled; but they were conscious that they were not as other animals. If they went hungry, it was not from feeding tyrannical human beings; if they worked hard, at least they worked for themselves.