All around me, I could practically raise the dead.
In Rowan Oak:
"I have found that the greatest help in meeting any problem is to know where you yourself stand. That is, to have in words what you believe and are acting from."
How a man could think so clearly on the one hand, yet write such obfuscated prose on the other, will forever be a mystery to Moi. But I think I would have liked him anyway.
In the year I was born, the man represented by this statue, James Meredith, was the first African American to graduate from the University of Mississippi. But not without first having had other men, grim faced and gun toting, try to prevent him from doing so. My stomach tightens every time I try to imagine it. I wish they'd left the bullet holes in the surrounding buildings.
And this spot: