Case in Point

When I was very young, my parents were directors at a YMCA summer camp. It meant that my sister and I spent the entire summer there with them playing in the woods and doing arts and crafts and such. Early memories of deep old-growth rainforest. The last night of camp was always a huge campfire, where they gave out ruggers (scarves) showing how many years you had attended, roasted marshmallows and sang gospel songs into the wee hours.

At dusk, we made our way in a solemn procession to the site of the fire. The trail was long and winding and skirted the edge of the property owned by the YMCA, abutting private farmland. We turned a corner and a low murmur arose. Across the field, on private land, stood a group of people dressed in white, with white hoods obscuring their faces. Before them stood a cross. They lit it. I had no idea at the time who they were or what they stood for, but I could sense it was something horrible, frightening. We were ushered past that place quickly, and no one ever explained. We took another route back. This was the 60's, near Silverton. They were, most likely, Posse Commitatus, not KKK, but same kind of evil.

Last night in Durham, three crosses were burnt.

Sith

Here it is. My review of Revenge of the Sith. The review of someone who saw Star Wars first run in the theatres, and stood in line for Empire and Jedi on opening night. My review:

Go see Hitchhiker. Sith belongs on the cutting room floor.