Another outstanding essay from Roger Ebert. I’d go to church if pastors spoke and thought like Ebert writes.
That brings me back around to the story of the school mural. I began up above by imagining I was a student in Prescott, Arizona, with my face being painted over. That was easy for me. What I cannot imagine is what it would be like to be one of those people driving past in their cars day after day and screaming hateful things out of the window. How do you get to that place in your life? Were you raised as a racist, or become one on your own?
Yes, Ebert has become a national treasure. // I think people are raised racist. Some influential person modeled that behavior or, at least, failed to correct them when they emulated someone else.
Thanks for that post, Ken. After I read Eberts’ essay, I also read all of the comments it generated. As an Arizonan, it restored my faith in our country and the human race.
It renewed my faith in Ebert’s readers.