“It’s a complicated issue.”
“My government can go fuck itself, and so can yours. I’m talking about people here.”
History, personal or shared, is a stain that can never be removed. It’s living and fluid, ready at any moment for edits, footnotes, and addendums, but immovable at the base.
That’s the thesis of many a narrative about the sins of a father and often even the final message. I only wrote about this exact kind of revenge/redemption story days ago…