Finding Your Roots

I've been watching Finding Your Roots again. Every time, there's this moment when someone realizes an ancestor was on the wrong side of history. The look of sadness and shame is real. Most of us want to believe our families did the right thing.

These days, the line between good and evil seems blurry. People call kindness weakness. Cruelty gets dressed up as strength. I used to think basic decency was universal. Now I see how fast some will drop those values, convinced that empathy is for suckers, and only the ruthless get ahead.

History remembers, though. Maybe we're living through one of those cycles that ends with regret and hard lessons. I wonder if our descendants will ask, "How could they not see?"

I hope when that day comes, my name lands on the side of kindness, not cruelty. I'd rather no one in my family feels that Finding Your Roots moment of shame. We all still have a choice. Every day, we decide what kind of ancestors we'll be.