Liberation isn’t just an event, it’s a story we tell each other to remember it’s possible. A war might topple a regime, a law might grant rights, but if no one sees it, if it doesn’t ripple through the collective imagination, it’s just a tree falling in the forest of history. The real work isn’t the act itself; it’s the echo. Without witnesses, even victory is just a footnote. And in the age of algorithms, if the echo doesn’t go viral, did the tree ever make a sound?
How do we even know what liberation is if not for the drumbeat that announces it through the ages.
If your mom dropped you as a baby and never told anyone about it, do you still have brain damage?
Yes.
Would you judge this person then for acting like they have brain damage? Do you go around making fun of disabled people?