Years of Sorrow, Years of Shame: Revisionists' History?

Part IV of V

Almost there.

"Where?" Someone might ask.

Well, to a place that took a while to get to, sometimes driven more by a sense often blamed for feline peril than for anything else.

It won't hurt to just check it out. Really?

Curiosity...that little flame that can burn so bright, a cold moon slicing through the velvet darkness, beams brighter than the blazing sun, chasing away sleep as it torments thoughts, letting neither the dreamer nor the notion get a full night's rest.

Unearthed...

Honesty. Had I not pursued this ugliness of a notion, had I been intimidated by bigotry and blame, just buried it and gone on, part of my mind would not have found the restful peace that it has only been able to reach, but first I had to be willing to make the journey.

Years of Sorrow, Years of Shame: Exposure

 Part III of V

In response to Part I, Mr.S of Hanlon's Razor mentioned that environmentalist David Suzuki had been in the camps in Canada. For some reason, I hadn't realized Mr. Suzuki was Canadian even though he's apparently got a sense of humor.

Special thanks to the Lillith Gallery for this revealing photo.

Lillith Gallery

This set of correspondence is from the next round of mail from Mrs. H and the response.

Years of Sorrow, Years of Shame

Part I of III (or more) V

You ever just happen to read one of those books that just kind of widens the scope of your mental lens? One of those very books snuck in through the side window while I wasn't looking.


Okay, I lied. Actually, I was looking. I was also bored and trying to save money. What more could a person want than to visit a used book store? 

"They smeared our windows with dog shit. They'd yell at us inside our houses at night." 

Wonder who would do something like that? So did I. It was these very sentences that had me shake my head, go back and reread. Wondering to myself, "Who did this?"