I’ve been reading slowly for one reason or another. Sometimes I desperately miss the days I stayed awake into the wee hours of the night racing to finish another novel. Now, I’m squeezing in writing time during toddler naps and bargaining with time in the evening, knowing said toddler will be fully charged as early as 6 AM (does he not know that weekends are for sleeping in?!)
I’m currently savoring every bit of Homegoing. This quote I read last night is still sitting with me. It reminds me of Kittle and Gallagher’s strategy of asking that same question: Whose story is missing? Or what side is not being told? It also reminds me of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s TED talk, “The danger of a single story.”
This is the problem of history. We cannot know that which we were not there to see and hear and experience for ourselves. We must rely upon the words of others. Those who were there in the olden days, they told stories to the children so that the children would know, so that the children could tell stories to their children. And so on, and so on. But now we come upon the problem of conflicting stories….. Whose story do we believe, then?
We believe the one who has the power. He is the one who gets to write the story. So when you study history, you must always ask yourself, Whose story am I missing? Whose voice was suppressed so that this voice could come forth? Once you have figured that out, you must find that story too. From there, you begin to get a clearer, yet still imperfect, picture.Homegoing, pages 226-227
This morning I am sitting with the reminder that there is always more than one side. Not just big picture, but in my own life, too. When I feel I have been wronged, for example, I so often cannot imagine another view. It takes quite a bit of intention to place myself in a potentially different point of view.
What stories do you hold onto that you know you should seek the other side, sides even?
No, not that one. That one.