But I digress. The museum's exhibit ends with a sign carrying a few words from Frederick Douglass in 1871: "We are sometimes asked in the name of patriotism to forget the merits of this fearful struggle, and to remember with equal admiration those who struck at the nation's life, and those who strove to save it—those who fought for slaver and those who fought for liberty and justice." That's it. I was like, um, it's pretty obvious he said something after that, like about how that's a terrible demand? He did. The rest of the quotation is: "I am no minister of malice. I would not strike the fallen. I would not repel the repentant; but may my right hand forget her cunning and my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I forget the difference between the parties to that terrible, protracted, and bloody conflict." That makes a lot more sense. Douglass reminds us, just six years out from the war, that our memory of it cannot forget that these were two different sides, and one was fighting for slavery. The museum's nostalgia renders it unable to hear the rest of Douglass' words, and for me, that helped me understand the rest of the place, and its dangerous history.