6.22.2005

School.

School.



This is a sweet English school sign, situated just outside my old primary school in the village of Thornhill. Look how happy the bald mama is to be gently guiding her mostly-willing son to school! His elbow is bent, which tells me he's not being dragged.

It makes me think of those warning signs at or near the U.S. border, with the family dragging their confused little daughter across traffic. The daughter appears to be not walking at all, just floating and being propelled by her rushing family, fleeing the border patrol or their former lives of poverty.

I'd bet my bottom dollar that if people rushing from the law would just slow down and look like they are happily strolling to an English country school, nobody would stop them. And college road trip boys certainly wouldn't stop their car mere inches from the checkpoint and all the armed agents, to get out pose like the rushing family flinging their children behind them.

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