Joel Chandler Harris’s stories have as the hero an older black gentleman teaching the white children about life through the lives of the animals around them. I grew up on them. I loved those stories and characters and antics. I read them to my children and grandchildren. I haven’t observed any residual racism from such endeavors. It was a time in history that is past. Revisionists are always looking to make the past in their image. Historians are among the worst. I can’t change when or where or who I was begat by, but I am responsible for who I am and became. But how far back do you have to go to make change? 400 years is certainly insufficient. It’s only 4,000 years back to Abram - 3,000 years back to David. Well, that’s insufficient too! There are wrongs to right, but too many folk got their feelings on their sleeve. I always recall what my maternal grandmother, a young woman who grew up in the post-war South, told me as a child - “your rights end, where my nose begins, and my rights end, where your nose begins.” Be kind, be loving, be generous, work hard, help the needy, the poor, the downtrodden, for we all answer to a higher call than ourselves. Whew! Longer than I intended. Love you guys, and gals, all. If that’s gender inappropriate, kiss off!