16 February 2005
The banned wagon
I like secrets. I like to have secrets. I like to think that other people have secrets. Many of the most interesting secrets mine and other people's are dark. They're unpleasant. They're ugly. Even if these secrets have never played out into action, and will never play out into action, the fact that they exist as mere thoughts frightens some people. But sometimes these secret thoughts do play out... in novels. And these novels and the secret thoughts they represent terrify some people. And these people think that by eliminating the outlets for these dark, secret thoughts, they're elimating the thoughts themselves.
Given all that, this is what offends me about banning books: it's my soul-chilling belief that, if these people had their way, they wouldn't stop at just outlawing and destroying books. If they had the means, and if they thought they could get away with it, they would bore into my head and take my secrets away from me.
Emphasis in the original.
And don't forget: it's for your own good. It always is. If you don't believe it, just ask them.