We weren’t educated—we were edited.
Write. Laugh. Hope.
They called it “education.”
But what they handed us was a pre-approved script.
Sanitized. Simplified. Supervised.
They told us who the heroes were—
and left out who they hurt.
They gave us holidays without the holocausts.
Freedom speeches without footnotes of stolen land, stolen labor, stolen lives.
And when we asked too many questions?
They called it “disruptive.”
What we got wasn’t history.
It was public relations for the powerful.
The textbooks were quiet where they should’ve screamed.
They skimmed past genocide, erased resistance,
and left our grandparents’ trauma in the margins.
We learned about kings, not the people they crushed.
About wars, not the kids sent to die in them.
We memorized dates, not damage.
Recited facts, not truth.
And the worst part?
We grew up thinking we were informed.
But history is written by the winners.
And we were taught by those who were paid to keep us
safe, silent, and stupid.
Until now.
Because we’re unlearning the edits.
We’re finding the redacted pages.
We’re listening to the voices that got cut from the curriculum.
This time, we’re writing it ourselves.
Write. Laugh. Hope.
Because truth doesn’t come in a textbook—it comes in fire.
