The moral of Kim, perhaps unsettling to modern sensibilities, is that British imperialism is good for India. What most fully brings peace and unity to the land is for it to be ruled by the white British, who have lived there most of their lives and been brought up in India's ways. They can then rule with understanding. For example, an older Indian woman has an exchange with a British police constable. The woman asks him who nursed him as an infant. He responds it was an Indian, then jokingly tells the ugly woman who asked him the question to hide her "beauty":
'A pahareen—a hillwoman of Dalhousie, my mother. Keep thy beauty under a shade—O Dispenser of Delights,' and he was gone.
The Indian woman then says that it is constables like this one, raised in India, who are best fit to "oversee justice," i.e. rule:
'These be the sort'—she took a fine judicial tone, and stuffed her mouth with pan—'These be the sort to oversee justice. They know the land and the customs of the land.
Kim, too, an Irish person raised among the Indians, represents the ideal of an India prospering under British rule and guidance. There is no sense in the novel that the Indians might be better off ruling themselves.