Every community carries a weight it cannot look at directly: the greed and cruelty each person hides even from themselves. Rather than face this darkness, they push it outward onto one figure, whose wounds become the visible shape of everything they refuse to call their own.
But something can turn. When people see their own hidden faults carried openly by another and finally own them, they stop pretending the wrong lives only in others. The healing is not magic. It happens because a fault you admit is one you can face and change, while a fault you deny stays hidden and keeps shaping what you do.