PKTrekGirl, I feel like I couldn't do your post justice at this late hour of the night, so I'll leave it for tomorrow.
No problem - that's fine.
But you know...this dialogue reminds me of one I had with a Vietnamese man when I visited that country a few years ago.
I don't know if many of you recall, but there is a very famous photograph (LIFE Magazine cover) of a young girl, completely naked and covered with burns, running in the road, away from her burning village, which we had just napalmed.
There is a young boy in the photo as well, running next to her - the girl's brother.
I met that boy - now and adult with kids and probably grand-kids - when I visited his village in 2004.
Meeting that man was one of the most moving moments of my entire life, and I'll never forget it. And I, like you, felt a need to apologize, despite the fact that I was no older than that little girl - his sister - at the time the events took place.
When I told this man how sorry I was, his eyes welled up with tears and he threw his arms around me - I could see he was so grateful. Grateful that someone was willing to own up - to acknowledge his pain.
It wasn't about 'blame'. It was about owning up to my countries' mistakes, and acknowledging the pain it had caused his family. The pain it had caused HIM.
There was something freeing in that - on both sides. It was like a weight being lifted....and an understanding forged.
I will never forget that moment...nor will I forget the long conversations I had with some of my Japanese co-workers, over many drinks in a Tokyo bar, about WWII. They invaded Pearl Harbor and brought us into the war...we dropped the bomb on them and wiped out two entire cities. Dangerous territory for conversation, for sure...but we got through it...and I think the conversation MEANT something to all of us. I know that it meant something to me!