We cannot, and we should not, keep whitewashing our history with a single story of “the peaceful dinner,” as if one shared meal could eclipse centuries of genocide, broken treaties, displacement, indoctrination, and grief.
We don’t need guilt or shame to tell the truth, yet only the truth will set us free: free to love, to heal, to grow. We need the courage to hold precious both the beauty of gathering with the people we love…and the pain carried by those who survived what we tend to pretend never happened.