That’s a smart man, your father. He managed to leave you mostly unencumbered with hate and resentment. He made you truely free to find your own path to and through the past. To allow you an educated guess. It seems your teacher was not so lucky. She showed the signs of encumberment. Trying to cover the secrete guilt with long lashes, and face paint. In love with her job more than her students? More like hiding in the job from a real connection with her families past.
And then I look at myself. How am I hiding the facts from myself about myself. All the things sitting around me that I have to have for my convenience, and comfort. These things made in who knows where, by some 10 year old kid that works 12-16 hours a day for pennies.
Still a country of slave owners, we have shared the ownership with each other. We just moved the slaves out of sight, and sold slavery as an accessory.