“When the voices of a people fall silent… the substance of that people is temporarily suppressed, if not forever lost. The soul of a people lives in that people’s voice and is a stream in the continuous sounds that run deep like rivers through their lineage.”
I’m sitting here in the sun using a few moments from one of my last thesis-writing Saturdays to reflect on the importance of testimony, witnessing, and peoples’ ability to tell their own stories. To read and to write in whatever modes are most meaningful to you is an endeavor of great magnitude and gravity. To teach others to do so is equally necessary. If I gain an appreciation for nothing else after completing this thesis, that will have been enough.