I’ve been fortunate enough to be busy lately with client projects, but today I have a little time (and energy), and find myself turning once more to our local history.
Too many times I hear stories, or find information about what happened here during the settlement period and I don’t know what to do with what I’ve found—if I have a right to share or if it should be shared at all. It feels akin to spreading gossip and that’s wrong. Right?
I was talking to a new friend about this dilemma recently and my kind and patient listener responded with this,
“But if you don’t tell the stories, well, that’s a form of genocide, too, isn’t it?”
And it is. There were things that happened here that were outside the normal realm of “acceptable” social behavior. Actions and decisions and ways of living … I can play judge, but I can’t know what was right or wrong. And since I can’t know, I won’t censor what I find.
So I guess my job will be to tell the stories, as I hear them, read them, find them. And leave the judgment out of it.