Watching this reminded me of all the kids who’ve had their right to joyful youth ripped off by oppressive circumstance… the Jena Six and Shaquanda Cotton among them; kids who not that long ago were stomping in mud puddles and exercising their rights to make mischief, kids who at the onset of their adolescence are stripped of childhood’s privilege and treated as adults by people who have been taught fear and hatred and don’t even know it. Someday I hope they can recapture what has been stolen from them.
I thought also of autumn and of Ronni Bennett and how she helps to mark the passage for all of us older people. And I thought of Paul Ford, emotional romantic, who introduced me to Sigur Rós this morning.
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