Inky Disaster

As someone who has had and will continue to have a motley hodgepodge of jobs, you could say Studs Terkel is my patron saint. His Chicago apartment may now be vacant, but I’m still working.

From his entry in Wikipedia:

David Levering Lewis, Biographer, wrote, “In the course of his long, turbulent career, W. E. B. Du Bois attempted virtually every possible solution to the problem of 20th century racism – scholarship, propaganda, racial integration, national self-determination, human rights, cultural and economic separatism, politics, international communism, expatriation, third world solidarity.”

Never got around to laissez faire, though. Which I find odd, as it’s so French sounding, like his name. Call me naive, but that’s like a guy named Suzuki never trying sushi. Or a dude named Nabakov never trying beef stroganoff. Or a lady named McDonald never trying haggis. Mmm, haggis. Is anyone else getting hungry? I forgot what we were talking about.

Old John Brown’s body lies moldering in the grave,
While weep the sons of bondage whom he ventured all to save;
But tho he lost his life while struggling for the slave,
His soul is marching on.

This one’s for a buddy, who in exchange for this piece is going to help the wife and I clear out some of our woods. Which is kind of fitting, as I’m of the opinion that trade is the opposite of slavery.

This is also a fitting submission to this week’s Illustration Friday: Repair. As in, how long until the individuals, families, and communities broken by the ongoing repercussions of slavery and the Civil War be repaired? Probably never. Too much hurt to go around, I guess.

This white throated sparrow knows who he is voting for.

Vote Sam Peabody Peabody Peabody Peabody