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Today’s post is a very touchy subject but one that has been on my mind for a while, and I feel I need to write about it. I also need your help in understanding the logic behind it, because I do not get it.

Recently, as I often do, I had the television on for some background noise. I stray from national news and often even local news unless they are discussing the weather. This day I was not paying attention and had NBC Nightly News on with Lester Holt. The story that came on not only shocked me, but had me questioning the point of the story.

Our country, unfortunately, has a brutal past with slavery. Though the United States is not the worst country (by numbers), I feel even one slave is too many. Burma, Japan, Pakistan, India, and many other countries had greater numbers of slaves than ever held in the United States, but that is not the point here.

I would really like you to pause and watch this piece I am about to talk about. Click HERE!

After watching the story, again I recognize that slavery is and was bad, but what is the purpose of this story? Can anyone explain that to me?

I am responsible for myself. I have no control over what my parents did, my grandparents did, or anyone else in my family. Everyone else who lived a life can say the same thing. If a family member, for example, kills someone, they don’t arrest me.

This story mentions every President has had slaves owned by their family. That 100 Congress people also had slaves owned somewhere in their family lineage. This is a fact discovered by Reuters, but again, what is the point with this story? The past cannot be changed, and all the people above do not own slaves now, so why open an old wound?

This is one of the many reasons I hate the media. They spread lies (this story might have facts), opinions are swayed, and they force influence upon the viewers. We live in a turbulent time, where the smallest spark can set people off. History is important as well, but I do not see any point at all in the story. None.

If you have not watched the story, please click on the link above and tell me if you can, what is the purpose of the story, because I don’t get it.

Until next time,

Tim

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