by Indy Lawyer
Kidology is a fascinating art; Margaret Mitchell wrote a novel which was likely racist, bigoted, hopeless and bleak, but moguls with money and heft transformed it into the original Technicolor blockbuster.
They did so well that 83 years after its premiere I, a white, egalitarian, educated professional woman can still melt at certain phrases and recite many acts word perfectly. And I think about Mammy’s taffeta underskirt, Bonnie’s pony, and the flight from Atlanta as if they had any relevance to my life or the futures of those whom I hold dear.