But cold paper always remembers what truly happened.

It is the truest thing anyone has ever said to me, and I have come to understand it as a kind of law, as reliable as gravity.

Every family, every institution, every powerful group tells a story about itself, and the story is always kinder to the powerful than the truth is.

This is not usually malicious.

It is simply how groups work: the version of events that everyone agrees to is the version that lets everyone keep their place, and over time that agreed version hardens into what people believe actually happened, until the comfortable fiction and the true history diverge so completely that only one thing can tell them apart.

Not memory, which bends toward comfort.