As a young girl in junior high school I remember the commotion that followed when Huckleberry Finn was assigned to our class to read. Some in my small rural community believed the book should be censored because they thought the content was not fit for reasons I’ve never understood. To bring attention to their cause, they burned the book. It made the news.
The act of burning a book to bring attention to a belief has never crossed my mind. I don’t believe in burning peoples voices. I believe in freedom and equality. But then a couple weeks ago my idol came to town to give a clinic. I have never talked to him, never interacted with him, I just read his books, watch YouTube videos of his clinics and even stood in line for an autograph.
But then in the course of the clinic he demanded that a young mother leave the property saying “this is my clinic, not yours…” The young mother had a stroller beside her and her baby was quite, not disturbing anyone. But for some unknown reason, when he saw the stroller he became irate. His tone and order to leave the building was appalling, so demoralizing to the young mother, so wrong, that for the first time in my life I wanted to burn his book. The young mother got up and pushed her stroller through the exit. Not a person rose in her support. I was not there that day, but heard about the incident. I was so saddened that the horsey community I love missed an opportunity to do the right thing. In the little yard beside the barn is a fire pit. An area we go at the end of the day to relax and chat about horses. I placed the book in the pit and walked away.