As written in the perspective of an angry Englishman:

Our lives, ruined, by these Indians. We tried to offer them our best rifles to protect their country, and they refuse! We give them our trust, we hoped that they would trust us in the grease of the cartridge, they did not. We wanted a state of equilibrium; they wanted to rule. In the raging battle in Delhi, Cawnpore and Lucknow, these thugs killed our women and our children, over two hundred of our Brits. Cancer were they, multiplying in seconds, uncontrollable, deadly. They were like swarms of flies, ugly yet swift. We tried to teach them to follow the right path, the Christian way, for them to be good and not bad, they will not listen. These Indians were ruthless! They came from a country that was in the depths of death, we tried to save this hopeless world and their people! And what did they give us? Death, battle, and murder. This, was the Indian Mutiny.

Even our Queen said that we were helping their country, we made schools, new roads and offered a better religion and a more peaceful way of life. We sacrificed our British money, time and love for these dark-skinned thugs derived from Satan himself! No matter how many times they tried to defeat us, we overcame the wave of recklessness and anger. We gave them pity, tried to understand that they lived an uncivilized life, not the great one of the people of Britain. We brought brave British men to protect these brutes, we loved them, we had formed a very brotherly relationship. When these Indians would exceed their limit of rowdiness and rashness, we taught them discipline. Sometimes ‘harsher methods’ (as those Indians call it) are the right way to teach someone a lesson. We did not listen to their objections with the cartridges as we wanted to teach them that talking back to a man of higher rankings is very disrespectful; when they fought with us, they were hung and tortured to teach other Indians a lesson, to be disciplined, like us, the great British! We did not exploit India, instead we gave them schools, roads, hospitals, and railways, these things were all British! This mutiny killed many, they might have ‘won, this time, but Britain is still above them, we rule them, we control them. Britain never loses.