Watching the first episode of the Netflix Original “High on the Hog”, listening to the news stories of the fighting between the Israelis and the Palestinians, and reflecting on the documentary of the Holocaust in Hungary, my heart became weighted down.
The grief was real. And heavy.
But I know the importance of wading through the ugly parts of history. We must know where we’ve went been to know where we are going.
We remember the past, so that we don’t make the same mistakes again.
Life In The Middle
A story has no beginning
and it has no end, which leaves me
living somewhere in the middle.
Though I’m not one who came before,
I’ve no breath without the exhale
of my ancestors. I come home
to the place they left; I hold on
so that place is not forgotten.
We must know where we have been,
and where we are in order to
understand where we are going;
if we choose to ignore the past,
we ignore a part of ourselves.
Light shines in the dark, and sunshine
chases away the dim shadows,
but where do the memories hide?
Where does the past leave the present?
In the stillness of the night skies,
there lives the anguish in our blood—
fragments of a lost memory.
If we don’t valorize the past,
who will? I’m not the beginning
of the story, and I am not
the end. I sit here with you in
this moment, knowing who we are,
understanding our connection,
convening with our ancestry—
and choosing never to forget.
—by Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan