I apologize to those of you on my f-list who will see this post linked repeatedly, but there's a reason for it.
My friend
rushthatspeaks has made an
awesome post about the history of the First Nations, and the ways in which American history has been rewritten
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Too much of our culture is wrapped up in the problems of the present and in speculating the problems of the future. No one ever looks back. No one ever looks outward, save for where threats may come from. I was never particularly interested in history, and yet I've figured this out. Yes, it's all true: History is important. It's our memory. Our fingerprint. We need it so that we may know who we are.
Out of curiosity, Sei, what was the defining moment for you? The one that ignited your passion for history?
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I wanted to find out what was really going on. What really happened. The truth, or as close as I could get to it. Even at fourteen, I wasn't sufficiently naive as to think that I could actually get all of it.
At the same time, I read Machiavelli's The Prince, and realized the degree to which the same word can be used to mean utterly different things in different historical contexts, and I became fascinated with philosophy and its own history, and how that related to event history.
I still hated the subject in high school. When I got to college, I thought I was in heaven - here we were, studying history as a process of inquiry, rather than as a process of memorization and sequencing of events. And that was it.
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