I recently finished re-reading To Kill a Mockingbird. If I could hand my boys a book that would guide them to develop into the type of men I'd hope for them to be, this might be it. Published in 1960. Not a long time ago. In my lifetime people have moved from learning racism at their fathers' knees to learning about it at school. A history lesson. Some have. Hopefully most have. Certainly we have made enough progress to elect an African American president and that is something that should give us pause.
I asked my youngest what the Xs were in his drawing. Thanks to his brothers he is a master at drawing guns and tanks and the like so I was surprised he hadn't used those to represent war. He explained that the building itself is war and his marks are "x-ing" it out. He's learned this method of ridding oneself of scary things from Harold, who is handy with his purple crayon. In one of the Harold tales he takes care of a scary witch, a demon of his own creation, by x-ing her out. We should all be armed with purple crayons.
And, to finish up this bit of rambling today, one of my favorite songs from James Taylor. I love James Taylor as I tend to run to fret and bother; he soothes my soul. So, let us turn our thoughts today to Martin Luther King.