Still I Rise

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Maya Angelo


I find these words very appropriate for today’s notions that not speaking about the dark history of this country will make that history disappear, as if it didn’t happen. Healing cannot occur unless the truth is first exposed.

Louise Hay once said “if you are going to clean the house, you have to see the dirt.“