It’s tempting to insist, “That’s the past. It wasn’t me. I won’t feel bad.” The problem is consistency. We don’t hesitate to celebrate the good things our ancestors did, happily claiming them as somehow our own, bragging even. Which is it: “My ancestors’ actions have something to do with me,” or “My ancestors’ actions have nothing to do with me”? At the least, we should be brave enough to face and ponder the bad while humble enough to listen rather than lash out defensively when others discuss it.