Define “most others”—people conscientiously hand-wringing about the ideological contagion spreading by the use of a made-up country name, used as a joke and a placeholder, or the general public of people vaguely familiar with a fake country based off of an inherently funny word, that’s been used in print since Gorbachev was in office?
(And a country, as it happens, are A) all very white dudes, and B) were partially inspired as a satire of how Americans see other countries: “It represents the view that Americans have of any country that doesn’t have cable television—we think they all wear fur hats and wallow around waist-deep in mud”)
And as a matter of fact…in my original post? I wasn’t referring to Mandela or Idi Amin. I was referring to Mustafa Kemal and Jeffrey Dahmer. The former, with his own homeland contentious about any negative or critical depictions of the man, for nationalistic and outright legal prohibitions against perceived Lèse-majesté; and the latter, in recent memory, drawing some complaints and criticism for a popular series depicting his life and crimes, as he happened to be gay, with the worry that this would demonize other gay men.
(Setting aside the fact that, in this particular case, many of his victims were also gay men, none of whom were serial killers or cannibals themselves, or were even remotely supportive of the practice.)
There’s at least one other infamous, cannibalistic murderer I can think of who is Japanese. And some Frenchmen. And several who were Scottish. And one Irishman. And a great deal of Russians, for some reason.
Depending on the context, the flavor of the time, the country, or the observer, which of these people should be considered a “protected class” and their potentially incendiary depiction handled with special sensitivity, or just not at all, will vary wildly. It could be one of them, none of them, or all of them. Even if they’re killing and eating innocent people just the same as any other average, normal human being would. (Yes, I’m being facetious)
The notable, distinctive, individual acts and follies of human beings…are surprisingly un-unique, and can broadly speaking be said about many of us. On a biographical level, to draw a comparison the ghoulish fellows a paragraph or two above might appreciate, we’re all the same hot dog meat, in the end. It’s just that some customers will reflexively balk at buying one tube of pureed nostril meat, depending on the packaging and brand name, but happily pay extra for the structurally almost identical one sitting next to it.
Something to be taken into account, when trying to peddle a product, be it meat or movies? Sure. But ultimately arbitrary, fashion-ridden, and not necessarily driven by logic. Just like the palatability of using one made-up, one-note country inhabited by ex-Soviet rock farmers wearing bearskins over another. 