I’m not a very political person. Conflict confuses me, and I’ll be the first person to admit that I’m not as educated as I could be about all the issues. On the subject of banning books, however, I am crystal clear. I can’t abide it. It pisses me the hell off.
It is not the intention of this post to make converts of the ignorant. I don’t believe that I would be able to convince you, set in your ways as you are, so I’m not even going to try. No, this post is for the believers, the music makers and the dreamers of dreams. Why should I waste time trying to convince you that your fears are paranoid, that your reach is a tyrant’s reach, and that too often you confuse education with brainwashing? Why should I try to convince you that the power of ideas doesn’t work like that, that reading a book that subscribes to a particular point — or listening to a person with respect, for that matter — doesn’t mean you have to believe? How could I possibly ever convince that your mind is your own, and that nobody can take it away from you without your permission? I’m not even going to try, because chances are if you believe those things, then you’re too far gone. I’m certainly not going to suggest that the reason you’re so afraid is because a part of you suspects that you may be wrong.
I’m also not going to mention your alternatives. I’m not going to suggest that instead of forbidding your kids to read material that you perceive as dangerous, you read it yourself and try to understand where it’s coming from. I’m not going to suggest that you teach your kids — and yourself — how to form and hold your own opinions so that they might not be threatened by things other people say. I’m not going to tell you that the antidote to fear is knowledge, or that in judging a book that you’ve never read you appear unreasonable and fanatic. I’m not going to suggest that you subscribe to love and understanding instead of fear and hate. You can’t manage it with people, why would you ever be able to do it with their words? And I’m really not going to tell you that I firmly believe that those people throughout history who have been book burners were those with something to hide.
So, for the rest of you who already understand what I’m talking about, for those of you who don’t see the sense in burying your heads in the sand and screaming your fool heads off, for those of you who don’t let fear overcome your reason: I have a challenge for you. Get up off your butts, tear yourself away from the computer and go buy yourself a banned book, and as you’re reading it, think about all the people who would want to take it away from you. Pray for their souls.
It’s Banned Book Week. Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.

