Silencing the Past
In history there are events that occurred and the events that are recorded. I do agree that parts of reality become silenced in the process of documenting history. There are a range of factors : who wrote it, why did they write it, etc. Even if they aren’t obviously biased, most people write through their […] Continue reading →
You Go, Trouillot
Firstly, I will admit that I have not yet finished reading Silencing the Past (sorry Christina) but I am VERY eager to finish it. Even though I’m not done, I can say that this is probably my second favorite text we’ve read so far. I don’t know which prof picked this book, but I owe many thanks […] Continue reading →
Michel-Rolph Trouillot, Silencing the Past
Video of lecture by Paul Krause for the “Remake/Remodel” theme (2013) and Repetition Compulsion Theme (2014).
silencing the past
first of all im really happy with this book becausr i absolutely love history and im planning on majoring in it and oh my gosh the insight in this book is awesome. im pretty sure half the class will think … Continue reading → Continue reading →
Silencing the Past
This week’s reading got me very excited! For one I am a self-confessed history nerd, and so knowing that we were going to A) read something that is somewhat current and B) written by someone who is not from Europe! … Continue reading → Continue reading →
Silencing the Past
As much as Michel-Rolph Trouillot, Silencing the Past advances ideas concerning history and historiography, I could not be more stirred by Trouillot’s meditations on present-day Haiti. One idea I find especially provocative in this work is taken up only briefly: “With time, the … Continue reading → Continue reading →
“How do I define History? Its’ just one fucking thing after another”
Hey friends, I feel like the Blog hub is just of my random thoughts, so here is another one. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to make it to the lecture tomorrow so I know that I am going to have … Continue reading → Continue reading →
Silence and Speech
This week, I’d like to talk about a chant–a little ear-worm, if you will–that has been embedded in my mind for decades. It’s an unpleasant puzzle why, when I’ve forgotten other arguably more useful and less damaging things, somehow I … Continue reading →
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