From Spain with Love — The Apology, the Gratitude, and Why Holding Both Is the Only Honest Position
My friend is Spanish. He was born in Toledo in the 1970s. He is not responsible for anything that happened in the Americas in the sixteenth century, and he knows this. What he did, over coffee one afternoon, was offer a symbolic apology — on behalf of something he did not do, on behalf of an institution that no longer exists in the form that did it, acting on orders issued by monarchs dead for four hundred years, which resulted in a catastrophe that reshaped the world I came from. ...