The U.S. debate over Confederate statues will look familiar to a lot of nations.
That's the most vital point of the memorials debate: these statues and sites don't simply capture history, but rather the process by which we have constructed and remembered it.
Here is some news that will make smiles blossom. A plan is in the works to build a memorial garden in honor of the late Princess
To read more stories of America's past, visit www.americacomesalive.com. She notes that 9/11 demonstrated our vulnerability
Yesterday, I read about a new project to place memorial markers at the 4,000 sites where African Americans were lynched in the South. It awoke the emotions I felt when I first viewed plaques on buildings in Paris memorializing Jews who were sent East by the Nazis and never seen again.
It makes sense to remove the Confederate Flag from government space. Though there are people who believe it stands for heritage and a unique Southern culture, that flag is also an active symbol of hate in today's world. Ben Tillman and John Calhoun are not active symbols of hate. Few today even know who they are.
The woods are dotted with brilliant red roses, bright yellow sunflowers and pale purple hydrangea. Spring is here, but these flowers have been with me all winter long. I've watched them grow -- not in size but in number.
Steve worked tirelessly to create dignity and opportunity in the lives of thousands of young men and women from poor families in Nairobi.
It behooves Americans not only to pause and consider their war dead, even if just doing so by pondering the anonymous tale of a single lapidary name, but also to think about a contemporary society where the whole concept of such binding sacrifice is equally dead.
Online memorials have become increasingly popular over the past decade, as millions of people have created them for their departed loved ones as a way to recognize and remember them.
5. Monument to the Confederates Soldiers of Monroe County, Union, West Virginia The monument was unveiled and dedicated in
We humans need our most annoying intimate relationships to scrub and polish the insides of our hearts to reveal the precious gems awaiting us there. Only our loves can help us scour away the most caked-on muck and shine up the jewels.
We look and we feel something human and compassionate, and we wonder: who was this person? What happened here? Who left this memorial with its tableau of sorrow and windblown plastic flowers?