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I’ve been homeless since March of 2009. For the first six years I was in Houston, Texas. For the first two of those, I lived in a shack I cobbled together in some woods owned by Farouk Systems; they were building a new production facility in Houston due to their IP being stolen by the Chinese. I was living on 36 acres of East Texas woods but then they came and removed the trees from half of it - my half, to prepare for the construction of a new factory. Their Production Manager, a cool-ass dude, told me I could move to a small 8 acre patch they owned and so I did - and lived there unmolested for the next four years. I lived in this shack, which I constructed completely from found objects - I was most proud of the roof:That property was eventually sold - twice, and the second purchaser bought to develop, so I had to move; for complex reasons, I came to Los Angeles - yeah, the JUNGLE.I’ve never been on any type of government assistance since being homeless; being a libertarian, I just don’t believe in it! For the first four years in Houston, I lived entirely out of the dumpsters behind a small grocery which catered to the Hispanic community. I ate nothing but veggies - fried potatoes for breakfast and boiled mixed veggies for dinner - no lunch. I was practicing yoga twice a day - Hatha yoga I mean, and I got down to about 170 pounds; I’m generally around 190 pounds. My yoga practice was freaking thumping - name an asana and I could get into it! I was also feeding up to 47 feral dogs at one point, and the grocery became angry with me because I was taking large quantities of raw meat from their dumpster; so they put up a gate! I started picking up scrap metal then, and getting my dogs food from the dumpsters behind the pet stores. I lived on the motto, “If I don’t find it, then I don’t need it,” and was rather successful I must say. Sometimes I went a few months without toothpaste and I had to go to the Veterans Administration clinic for some antibiotics when I was bit by a brown recluse, but other than that . . .I didn’t have a Texas state ID, and it’s impossible to get one in Texas without an address, but I had internet access at the Worksource Center where I would print out entire open-access Mathematics textbooks. And that’s basically all I did: meditate; practice Hatha yoga; study math. I generally only picked up scrap metal every other week in that I could make $95 to $115 per week and I never spend more than $25/week on groceries; the rest of the money I just saved - buried.Here in Los Angeles it’s basically the same old routine except that I live out in the open, under a freeway bridge crossing the L. A. River - on the East side, Boyle Heights. I also have a California ID in that it is extremely easy - too easy in fact, to acquire such, hence, I have internet access at the Public Library. However, California being radical about environmental issues, I have to get my math books at the used bookstore, The Last Bookstore, or print them out at Office Depot - which is cost prohibitive. I make about $35/week pulling recyclables from the trash receptacles downtown, which allows me to buy groceries, the occasional book, and save a bit.Now, to be frank, if I somehow acquired $100, I just flat wouldn’t spend it on anything; I’d save it! Why? Because that’s my nature. It hasn’t always been but, by God, it is now. I don’t drink; I don’t use drugs of any kind; I don’t use tobacco products; and I don’t eat at fast-food restaurants. In fact, I find it utterly foolish that the U. S. allows food stamp recipients to spend those food stamps at fast-food establishments and corner convenience stores. For $3.50 at McDonalds, you get about a quarter ounce of fried potato; for that same $3.50, I can walk five blocks down the street to the Food 4 Less and buy ten POUNDS of uncooked potatoes! Of course, here in L. A., the best deal on food stamps can be found every month down of 7th street and San Julian - the junkies selling their food stamps so they can buy heroin! They don’t need the food stamps in that the liberal Christians give them all they need to eat and the toilet tissue to wipe their ass - to say nothing of the tents they live in and the sleeping bags they sleep in.If you’re wondering why, exactly, I am homeless, well, that’s a long complicated tale which involves a great deal of corruption on the Federal level. I’m the reason why James Comey and Bob Mueller are running this nonsense collusion which hunt; here’s an email I sent to the extraordinary lawyer, Gerry Spence, if you’re interested; I also filed a whistelblower with Chuck Grassley’s office. I would also add that Barack Obama, Bernie Sanders, the ACLU, the Innocence Project, the Washington Post, and the L A Times were all informed of my situation long ago. Here’s the email and, following that, a short relevant excerpt from the mentioned document:Mr. Spence,My name is Wes Hansen. I was honorably discharged from the United States Marine Corps in spring of 1994. Due to actions by the FBI and others, I have been living on the streets of Houston, Texas, and Los Angeles, California, since March 01, 2009. Perhaps you will find my story of interest!?!I was born (1969) and raised on a farm/ranch in Southwest Nebraska (Frontier County). I signed a guaranteed 0300 contract with the USMC on the brink of the first Gulf War. After being honorably discharged, I graduated from the commercial dive school in Houston, Texas, The Ocean Corporation, as the honor graduate, class D252, in May of 1995. I spent some time working for American Oilfield Divers out of New Orleans, Louisiana. I then moved back to Houston and went to work in a small job shop, Lift Aids of Houston, as a fabricator.I worked for Lift Aids for a bit more than three years and attended evening classes full-time at Houston Community College majoring in Pre-Science/Pre-Engineering. I maintained a 3.89 GPA and was a member of the Honor Society. Lift Aids encountered lawsuit troubles due to some short-cuts they had taken prior to my tenure there so I left and went to work for a start-up called Ares Robotics (website no longer available). I was making $60,000/year at Lift Aids when I left.The Board of Ares Robotics included Richard Starr, CEO and founder, Dave DeLater, Vice President, Michael Harris, Treasurer, and David Gaines, Secretary. Richard Starr claimed to be a former member of Seal Team 6 and a licensed PE with a couple of engineering degrees. At the time I was a bit young and I tended to think that people generally tell the truth but, in hindsight, I believe Richard Starr to be less than truthful.Starr told me that the company was short on operating capital and, believing there to be a good bit of potential opportunity at Ares, I agreed to work with them under what were certainly unconventional terms. Of course, their machinist, Terrence McWilliams, was also working under the same terms. I agreed to hire on as an independent contractor, although we clearly were no such entities; I agreed to accept considerably less money than accustomed to, $15/hr., with the stipulation that Ares would pay all of my tax bill; McWilliams and I were to be accumulating "sweat equity," worth of which to be determined once the company got a little "wind in its sails," upon which time we would be granted formal ownership based on that sweat equity.The first year taxes came due, I didn't get a 1099 until that following November, which caused me considerable concern; needless to say, I pitched a bitch.Of course Michael Harris was doing all of the tax work, the company's as well as mine and that of McWilliams.During the course of the next year, Richard Starr casually mentioned to me a pump problem he had been thinking about for the last 13 years; within the next 6 months I had solved the problem (see attached document). This is when my problems really started.I had some experience with PhotoShop and I'm also an artist (see my short blog), so I was helping Starr develop a Business Plan/Marketing Package. Starr was seeking money and, at his bequest, I sent a copy of the Business Plan/Marketing Package to my parents and godmother; my godmother was a bit wealthy and my parents had connections in the refinery business around Casper, Wyoming. I believe this is when the FBI got involved!Anyway, I developed my pump idea on my own time and I even started building it, purchasing roughly $8,000 worth of components. On good faith, I presented the work to Starr, telling him that I would be interested in working with Ares regarding the pump but that we needed to formalize the ownership deal. I also told him that I wasn't going to continue working under the unconventional agreement we had and that I wasn't waiting until November to see a 1099 this year. He basically told me that he was the engineer and that I couldn't do anything with my pump design without him so, and I quote: "Why should I give you ownership?"I was more than a bit perturbed and I left the Ares property without my pump components. The next eight months were a nightmare: I was followed everywhere I went and I wouldn't even get a call-back on any job applications,something which was peculiar giving my welding and pipe-fitting skills. I blew through the rest of my savings and racked up a bit of credit card debt. The crazy thing was, I still had a key to the Ares building and I went there every Saturday to perform maintenance on a reef aquarium in my old office. When my money ran out, after the 8 month period, I went to talk to Starr and to see about getting my pump components. The front gate was locked and Starr refused to give me my pump components (they were locked up in a sea container) until I returned "his" pump and robot drawings (see the attached document).When I left Ares I was irritated but not to the point of losing control. I was driving a straight-cab, four-cylinder, Toyota truck with manual transmission and I backed into the front gate. I didn't really do any damage to the gate, in fact, all I really did was break a taillight out on my truck. Shortly after I got home, two bonafide, plain-clothed detectives with HPD or the Sheriff's Department showed up and arrested me. I was charged with two felonies and three misdemeanors.I spent three months in jail and it was just crazy. I was a mark! I was charged with felony criminal mischief related to running into the gate; they said I had inflicted $5,000 damage which I knew to be bullshit. No one would provide pictures of the gate and, after three months, I agreed to 4 years of deferred adjudication. The judge, Jeanine Barr, agreed to this even knowing that I had no relatives in the area, no money, no place to live, and, quite frankly, no support whatsoever. Right before I left her court, she had her court liaison officer, Nugget Ebby, give me a map to the Star of Hope, a Christian mission in downtown Houston! I spent three months living on the street before turning myself in; Barr sentenced me to three more months in State Jail.Via Richard Starr's former girlfriend, Shannon Slyfield, I got mixed up with the Morrison family. I didn't know it at the time, but Pat Morrison was on deferred adjudication for putting a pistol in his neighbor's face during an argument about his daughters and their horses. I also didn't know that Morrison was a meth-head, albeit an rather wealthy meth-head. Morrison had failed 4 urine analyses and was headed to prison. He and his wife filed a criminal complaint against me for stalking their eleven year-old daughter and he was diverted to treatment. You can read a quick sketch of all the rest in the attached document; it's twenty pages with lots of pictures.I've lived on the streets of Houston and Los Angeles since March of 2009. I've been studying mathematics and science primarily - in between picking up recycling and scrap metal. I live on about $35 a week. Recently I wrote a couple of Mathematics paper which are quite revolutionary (see attached). Basically, I figured out a simple way to use something called the Anti-Foundation Axiom to develop a countable class of "hyper-ordinals" in between each standard ordinal and I define a novel definition of multiplication on these hyper-ordinals which turns out to be recursive; this enables a counter-example to Tennenbaum's Theorem. In the second paper I extend the counter-example out to completion and discover that there exists an countably infinite subsumption hierarchy of recursive universes - countably many counter-examples to Tennenbaum! Had anyone else written these papers it would be all over the media by now. A short while after posting these papers to the internet, all of my books were stolen. In the three years I've lived on the streets of L. A. I have probably had my stuff stolen a few hundred times but they never messed with my books - the dope-heads can't read let alone understand math! So you tell me . . .There's a lot more to this of course . . . I have contacted many people. I originally put everything together in three-ring binders with toc and tabs. I sent the whole package to the U. S. Office of the Inspector General, the Assistant U. S. Attorney's Office, Eastern District of Texas, ABC News with Brian Ross, an old girlfriend who's now a New Mexico Judge, and a childhood friend in Nebraska, Harris Grunden. Someone from the U. S. Attorney's office called me shortly afterwards and told me that they didn't investigate cases, that they only prosecute cases recommended by the FBI. I told him the FBI, in this case, was the perp, at which he told me he would look at my documents. I've contacted the Houston Chronicle, the Washington Post via Leonard Pitts at the Miami Herald and, right after I arrived in L. A. I contacted a couple of people at the L. A. Times; one of those people retired two weeks later and the other, well, hasn't been any help. I've tried seeking assistance through the VA which is a bigger joke than you can even imagine. I even contacted Bernie Sanders and his PAC during the most recent primaries . . .Maybe you can help a guy out . . .With regards,Wes HansenHere’s the relevant excerpt:I filed a lawsuit in a Texas court requesting the return of confidential documents as provided by a provision in the Confidentiality Agreement. The defendant, Mark Hansen, was a resident of Colorado so it was necessary to involve the Texas Secretary of State. I received notice from the Secretary of State, via certified mail, that Mark Hansen had been duly served on December 11, 2008. The Texas court in question never received such notice thus a trial date was never set. I filed two separate lawsuits in this same court, one on the same day as I filed the suit naming Mark Hansen as defendant, and its integrity was well established.The Secretary of State sabotaged the judicial proceedings of a Texas court in the attempt to prevent the authentication of said Confidentiality Agreement while, at the same time, convincing my family of their intent to help them (my family) steal the technologies and trade secrets covered by said Confidentiality Agreement. They failed in this endeavor for, as the old saying goes, “There’s more than one way to skin a cat.” They made this attempt in order to assist William Albion Anderson, an extremely wealthy Perry campaign contributor, in his attempted theft of technologies and proprietary information which rightfully belong to me; technologies I have since patented. I have also managed to maintain Trade Secret status, as defined by both Texas State law and the Economic Espionage Act of 1996, on the majority of the technologies in question.So why did the Texas Secretary of State foolishly interfere with the judicial proceedings of a Texas court? They planned to arrest my whole family, myself included, for “Theft of Trade Secrets.” Here’s how:I knew my family was being set up, I just didn’t know how. I knew there had to be a connection between William Albion Anderson and Rex Hansen. I started pounding the internet searching for it. On William Albion Anderson’s Forbes profile it demonstrated that he had been appointed as a Director for Rancher Energy of Denver, Colorado, in the spring of 2007 and a Director for Far East Energy of Houston, Texas, in the fall of 2007. Considering this whole conspiracy was coming into play in 2007, I found these appointments suspect. I became even more convinced of their conspiratorial nature when I discovered that Rancher Energy, a company using CO2 injection to extract oil from spent oil wells, was working solely in oil fields conveniently located in the direct vicinity of Casper, Wyoming.In the offering memorandum for Sausalito Foods Rex Hansen emailed to me, it reveals that Rex Hansen is a Managing Director for Bathgate Capital of Denver, Colorado. I began researching Bathgate Capital and discovered, in their tombstones, that Bathgate had extended $1.4 million in seed capital to a company in Houston, Texas, called Far East Energy. Bingo! The Rex Hansen/William Albion Anderson connection. This is what caught the interest of the federal authorities. The State of Texas had all of my information including social security number. They planned to demonstrate, in a Texas court, that Rex Hansen became aware of the pump and robotic system in question while engaging William Albion Anderson through the Bathgate/Far East Energy connection. They then planned to demonstrate, in a Texas court, that Rex Hansen directed me, his cousin, to work for the William Albion Anderson company manufacturing said pump and robotic system thus familiarizing myself with the technology and facilitating the theft of that technology. They were going to put my whole family in prison. Not interested in seeing the inside of a Texas court again, I thwarted this planned action.If you’ve read this far, then, rest assured, my greatest wish is to see Barack Obama, Eric Holder, James Comey, Bob Mueller, and any other scum bag involved in this put to death for treason against these United States. As Thomas Jefferson once said:“God forbid we should ever be twenty years without such a rebellion. The people cannot be all, and always, well informed. The part which is wrong will be discontented, in proportion to the importance of the facts they misconceive. If they remain quiet under such misconceptions, it is lethargy, the forerunner of death to the public liberty. ... And what country can preserve its liberties, if its rulers are not warned from time to time, that this people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to the facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time, with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is its natural manure.”It’s best, in my opinion, to feed said liberty tree the blood of tyrants; we can feed her a little of such blood now, or we can feed her a whole helluva a lot of both patriot and tyrant blood later. May a sense of Justice guide our decision.I will never be silenced . . . this side of death! I told these FBI scum bags that back in 2005! And for all you U. S. Marines going on about your bullshit brotherhood; you can kiss my lily white ass!

The best kept secret in the US is that felons are released into our communities as defacto citizens due to the inefficiencies of the federal government. Let's take Texas as an example; If you ask the border patrol what percentage do they apprehend of aliens coming into our country without complying with Immigration guidelines? They will estimate it at 33%. That means 67% of aliens escape into US communities. The vast majority live fruitful lives. However, with large numbers there will always be those who seek to live on the fringe of society. Those eventually get caught by local law enforcement doing what bad people do. Some will steal, hurt, rob, assault, and break the laws of the state where they live. Now these are state laws and the federal government has no interest in these criminal as they are prosecuted by the local Disctrict Attorney where the crime was committed. There in lies the disconnect and the arguement I made to the Regean Administration 35 years ago.The Paradigm:The federal system which is used to determine if an alien is truly an alien can only check to see if the federal government, via its several agencies (IRS, ICE, Border Patrol, FBI, DEA etc…), has had contact with this individual before. They use several databases to do this by running pictures, fingerprints, and demographics. The alien will never give up the truth. Now read the second sentence in the first paragraph once again. The federal agencies have on average a 1 in 3 chance of having this guy on file. So, the dutiful DA or Jail classification personnel will send the details on the arrested by local PD and will on average get back (2 out of 3 times) that the arrested alien is not an alien… Time marches on…. The individual we know is an alien, the DA knows is an Alien, the PD knows he's an alien, and the Jail classification officer knows he an alien is legally not an alien and only a federal immigration officer can determine that a person is in fact an alien.Life in the State of Texas Prison system. The guy only we know is an alien is eventually convicted and after 6 months in a county jail, he finally goes to a prison to serve his sentence. Let's say he gets 10 years for armed robbery. He gets to prison and he signs up to get a GED, then attends Sam Houston State and majors in Criminal Justice (just for ironic purposes) and now speaks English just like an American. He also begins to learn welding and completes the effort with his BS Degree in hand and a Master Welders Certificate. Because he worked in the prison welding shop he was paid a stipend and the prison issued him a Social Security number as required by law. He is paroled after 7 years with a newly issued Texas ID card, his Social Security card, his master welders certificate and his college ID and diploma. He walks out of prison with enough ID to fool any red-blooded 20 year old American Immigration officer he might come across.Always follow the money. If the Federal Government were to allow a DA to make citizen determinations this would end. But they won't as they dont want to pick-up the cost of housing, health, and defense of these aliens. You, we, the local taxpayer has to pay via our local property taxes. I say to you who think a wall will help, that's not our problem. We need a comprehensively designed overhaul of the system based on who knows best. Ie., a local DA or Sheriff's deputy or maybe you believe some kid at a remote computer screen can ID a guy better than a career law enforcement officer. We can fix this immigration thing of ours by being honest about the problem and to identify how these criminals always seem to beat the system. Texas pays the most for the federal government being unable or rather unwilling to fix the hole. Some of the poorest counties in Texas make the border with Mexico. You'll find that they expend a disproportionate amount of their budget on the jail operations and criminal justice. It's a defacto tax that other counties in the nation don't have to pay.I sent a bill to the Regean Administration detailing what's was happening in my Border County. I said that this defact tax was unfair, unconstitutional under the equal protection clause and to reimburse us for almost a million dollars in local expenditures in defending our part of the Southern Border. The letter I received in return simply said, “We didn't ask you to defend the border!”

It's not so much rewriting history wholesale as it is an adjustment for enormous demographic changes and a much more integrated national narrative than we had even ten years ago, largely thanks to the internet and the decentralized yankeefication/intellectual evolution of a number of southern cities.Think about what's happened to Atlanta, Houston, northern Virginia, south Florida, and every major southern university town (def including UVA) in the past thirty years. All the investment in the sunbelt came with millions of Yankee carpetbaggers and their ideology. They have now stewed there for a generation, have raised children there, and the capital they brought in has lifted a lot of communities out of bitter introversion and xenophobia into a belief in global meritocracy. But for every one college town or revitalized port, five or six others have been left behind or sucked dry by globalization, as have countless other Yankee towns.Instead of signposts like this, which are product of a state that was fundamentally bitter about its longterm defeat, poverty, and deprivation:The way my generation experiences and examines history has gone from watching this in high school history class:To belting out this:And rooting for this guy:To grossly oversimplify, you have a red-state base that lives in a world where Dirty Harry is still a hero, a cop who just wants to shoot criminals and beat up suspects rather than prevent crime or deal with the community, and throws his badge away when The Man prevents him from doing the (illegal, immoral, dumb) things he loveswhile my demo watches The Wire and hopes Idris Elba is able to keep a lid on the gang violence and move on to selling condos instead of vials.It's not been an overnight trend. To go back to the Django Unchained metaphor, as the western is the quintessential American dramatic medium, think about how our grandparents grew up with John Wayne and Clint EastwoodBut even back in 1956, The Searchers came out, and sounded the death knell of the genre as a popular medium by deconstructing it, looking back at a glimpse of the real frontier and the real consequences of playing Cowboys and IndiansThat scene directly inspired the end of Breaking Bad, a modern American post-western set in the same kind of environment.And you can consider another modern American western, Westworld, which is “colorblind” and gay-friendly and as revisionist as you please, but fundamentally concerned with questions of class, sex, power, the legitimacy of violence, the question of who has the power to write society's narratives, and the control of the means of production, as much as any 19th century muckraker’s novel.And to people that haven't been engaged in this social and technological revolution, because they've been busy paying bills and working 9–5 (or graveyard shifts, or 8–2 and 3–9 at two different jobs) and living in places that don't have a great deal of contact with the outside world, except as a threat, the moral rules of Dirty Harry and John Wayne still work fine.Or to quote Charlie Daniels:“And I love them Rambo movies/I think they make a lot of sense/And it's a shame ole John Wayne/Didn't live to run for president”Your average millennial, of course, will likely have no opinion of these people, and upon examining them, think “hella racist” and “dumb.”The conventional redneck history and worldview is the false equivalence made in Gods and Generals, where one well-treated house slave family defects to the northern army by staying behindAnd Stonewall Jackson’s kitchen slave is just fine with the status quo, thank you very muchBasically they see history like thisOr thisOr thisWhereas I and people like me prefer to remember it like thisWith plenty of thisAnd memory of this, the forerunner of Abu Ghraib, but done to our own people at Andersonville.We need a revision to reconcile those worlds now that the internet and demographic migration have brought them into increasing levels of friction.God knows I grew up with the South Will Rise Again crap, going to school in southern Virginia and having Southern Baptist preacher grandparents. War of Northern Aggression and Sherman’s March and every single plantation tour telling you how happy their goddamn slaves were. Half the state reserved as a national park in memory to over half a million people dying, 2% of the country, over the right of some people to own others.Screw the nuance. Had we reached a compromise on manumission or emancipation or whatever, or had slavery grown unprofitable, there would have been no war.The failure of the orange to extend itself west (because slavery doesn't work in those arid environments, while homesteading does) is the real reason the South felt it had to seize federal arsenals and bombard Fort Sumter.The narrative I and every other southerner born since 1865 grew up with was certainly revisionistic itself. Romancing the doomed and immoral cause of a region too disjointed to be a country and too big to be an insane asylum. Justifying poll taxes and literacy tests and all that other crap and not calling it racist, the same way voter ID laws, racial gerrymandering, and Nixon’s criminalization of weed have been privately admitted to be attempts at discrimination by a majority that fears its oppressed will treat them with a fraction of the cruelty they were treated with, and because the rich were afraid of losing their scapegoats to control poor whites.Our country is littered with the petty equivalent of a thousand Yakasuni shrines, where Japanese WWII war criminals (many of which we did not prosecute, because what's a few million dead Chinese between fellow anti-Soviets?) are enshrined along common soldiers. Consider Nathan Bedford Forrest, a folk hero of much of the south, and what his men did at Fort Pillow. China goes crazy over Japanese people praying at Yakasuni. But they have an ocean in between their countries. Now we live in the same states, the same towns.People didn't really care about the narrative gap, beyond a few abstract editorials and missives like Confederates in the Attic, because we lived in separate places and our worlds never really met. In places where they did-Congress, college towns-there was some friction but it was pretty limited. Now thanks to the internet, campaign finance, and 24 hour news cycle, our politicians aren't allowed to compromise or cross party lines any more.And the same phenomenon that made police violence against black men or sexual violence against women, previously dissmissable to a lot of people as an anecdotal or personal problem, now become very obviously and irrefutably a national crisis, because college students in Portland and Pittsburgh are pissed alongside those in Charlottesville and Raleigh, and plumbers and electricians in Idaho are pissed off about SJWs picking fights with their ethnic and economic cousins and brothers in VA.I don't sympathize with the white supremacy, but I think the racial insecurity is fundamentally more economic than anything, and it's easier and more politically and psychologically acceptable in America to blame minorities than, like, automation or education and economic policies. On the flip side, it’s much politically easier for the left to attack white nationalists and neo-Confederates than Goldman Sachs and K Street. However, any real solution is going to have to come through economic means and messy, difficult political reforms.But as for the question of Civil War re-revisionism, a likely answer could be found on the Antietam battlefield:It's an eerie, respectful, minimalist place, appropriate for the field of the bloodiest day in American history. Factual. Rather like a pastoral version of Arlington Cemetery. There is nothing to celebrate here. To mourn, yes. To remember. To honor.At Gettysburg, you get a lot of tasteless and frequently offensive kitsch.At Antietam you just get chills.That's as it should be.This is how we should revise history, and renew our country. We probably should replace our monuments with ones that reflect the experiences and emotions of our citizens and residents. Town hall meetings. Minimalistic, balanced, indeed revisionist memorials. Science is revisionism. The study of history is inherently revisionistic, finding new documents and adding to stories and accounts, and confirming or denying extant ones. Through democratic processes and public dialogue, seeking a common heritage while expressing and representing diverse and conflicting views and perspectives. Respecting the legitimate feelings and backgrounds of all involved, and remembering the suffering of those present and past.This is a complicated story and the compromises reached will piss people off. And sometimes they will suck.But a failure to compromise was exactly what led to this