The tone of the discourse here irks me. A small story about my late grandmother that continues to inspire me - My grandmother had gone through the pain of seei

The tone of the discourse here irks me. A small story about my late grandmother that continues to inspire me - My grandmother had gone through the pain of seeing my grandfather all bruised up from non-violent protests against the British. When my father studied ethnomusicology in the US, he used to have many of his musician friends, some of whom were his students, over at home during his visits. Initially, to my grandmother, they were "white people" and she'd give them the cold treatment. Over time, she warmed up to them and even made good friends of many of them, despite hardly knowing any English. She would make yummies for them to express her affection. That someone who's seen her husband come back home bruised can rise to forgiveness and move to love and friendship is something that will stay with me forever. That is the only force that can heal the world. Not retaliation. Not counter hatred. Not "proper historical perspective". Not any analysis of which violence is worse, or who started it.