Time begins the healing process of wounds cut deeply by oppression. We soothe ourselves with the salve of attempted indifference, accepting the false pattern set up by the horrible restriction of Jim Crow laws.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
It has been said that time heals all wounds. I don't agree. The wounds remain. Time - the mind, protecting its sanity - covers them with some scar tissue and the pain lessens, but it is never gone.
Treat Death as it treats us: with utter indifference.
As soon as something happens to us in America, everyone begins talking about healing. But before you heal, you have to mourn.
Until the legacy of remembered and reenacted trauma is taken seriously, black America cannot heal.
You figure that time could heal all wounds, but some people just really hold a crazy grudge.
Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.
Racism and injustice and violence sweep our world, bringing a tragic harvest of heartache and death.
Time heals all wounds, unless you pick at them.
Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.
With Malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds.