The way we see things
The pieces that make
up the story are fragments of personal experiences, some individual and strange
and others are interactions with people known, barely known, or unknown. The
circumstances and contexts of encounters are ones of perspective, reflective of
the owner of the narrative.
Some of that
narrative might be kind or unkind, pertinent or irrelevant, the dispute arises
where what is honest and true becomes inconvenient to others, either because
they would rather than was not known or it paints them in some rather poor
light.
Between the truth and
what is told
The question then becomes
what is the purpose of the truth and in whose hands should it conveyed without
kneading or moulding? For the truth of one might well be the nightmare of
another. Then to differentiate between the truth as a matter of perception from
the facts as a matter of record from recall if there is no congruence between
them.
How will one welcome
a peremptory requirement to redact, to obfuscate, to rewrite, or to withdraw
from publication the story as it is written? It is funny that in an episode of
Murder, She Wrote, one of the protagonists that became a victim of a murder, said to his stepdaughter, “Your play was amazingly written, but to have trashed
your mother like that is unforgiveable.” By that, he disowned her. She wrote an
inconvenient story and I know many of us have stories that touch raw nerves too.
Would we dare tell them?
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