When the Truth is Omitted.

I was watching the show “A Haunting” the other day and the case for the day was a plantation home that had led one of the biggest slave revolts in history.

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Aside from the spookiness the show extended, what was more disheartening was the fact they discussed how this was not shared in history books or even really taught to those outside the community.

At that time, the slave owners would punish the slaves for trying to escape publicly to implement fear and keep others from trying to take on the same mission.

What I subconsciously knew, yet made it’s way to my present thoughts, was the fact that this story had been omitted because the same people doing the oppressing were the ones who were writing and recording history.

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Of course, when you don’t want something to be public knowledge, you omit it. And when you have a group of people who can’t read or write, whose to say you left something out?

This further reminded me of how important it is to journal. Who knows what is being left out to this day that my future generations need to know about.

So much of my life I wondered why the slaves never banned together more than the stories we hear about in history, yet they did. They were constantly banning together and as this show proved, even using voodoo to be free of their captures.

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This truth resonated and encouraged me yet it hurt me so deeply.

We all deserve the right to know ALL of our history, the good and the bad.

As for me and my future generations, I’m going to make sure I record it all so they will always have their own personal history books to look back on.