The transition from naïveté to blatancy stemmed from tackling things at the root. I knew to address the disease rather than punish the symptom. Punished symptoms worsen. The validity of my resistance is no longer an interesting topic. My mother once said in a (later censored) poem: Does a rooster seek permission to crow? My political convictions crystalized when I began peacocking my people’s claim to dignity instead of burrowing within it.
