My ancestors were mown down at the Battle of Peterloo in Manchester, August 1819. Troops were sent in to curb upitty workers. The survivors went on to work in mills in Manchester, where towards the end of that century life expectancy in Manchester was around 20 years of age. I've Welsh, Irish, Scottish and Polish relatives. Our latest family member is part Burmese. As a family therefore, we have our share of historical connections to oppression and empire. My point is, at what point do we become brave enough to accept out past isn't perfect and try to move forward positively.
On the relationship threads, there is always a lot of discussion about forgiveness, or at least acceptance and attempts to either reconcile or at least live in peace. Is it too much to hope we can achieve that in these islands.