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October twelfth, Columbus Day, with a yo-heave-ho.

I still remember this song from my days as a sixth—grader. Christopher Co-
lumbus was just one of many heroes I had as a child. They were big-
ger than life people from our country and the world’s past. There
were even heroes in the making,who took “one giant step for mankind’:

My personal heroes were the Beatles, who truly emerged bigger than
all the turmoil of the Sixties.

These people inspired us, inspired me. Not because of any moral
purity they possessed, or because they were really any better quali-
ty of person than the rest of us. Probably, more than anything else,
what was inspiring about them was the fact that they had the courage
and vision to pursue a dream,at any price—— to rise above the ordinar-
iness of life.

With the “revisionist” historical movement which began in the
Sixties, one hero after another toppledfrom the place of esteem we
had long held them in. Thomas Jefferson had twenty-odd illegitimate
children by various of his slaves; Lincoln wasn’t really interested
in freeing the slaves, he only wanted to preserve the Union; Kennedy
fooled around as did Martin Luther King. John Lennon was an angry
anorexic drug addict.

Now, in this the year preceding the five hundredth anniversary
of Columbus’ arriving in the “New World”, he too has come under in-
tense scrutiny and criticism, mostly for the fact that there were
already people living here when he got here and for the carnage
which ensued in the years following his arrival.

To what avail? It seems there will always be small-minded peo-
ple who seem to derive sadistic pleasure in taking someone who has
the guts to stick his or her neck out and believe in something
against all odds and point out some flaw and say, “See, you’re
not so great.”
That’s what happens when our heroes fall. We all die a little.
We stop dreaming, we become afraid. And find ourselves becoming
overwhelmed by the mundane, harsh reality of everyday life. We
find ourselves turning to ever greater and ever more destructive
escapes. Underneath the self—abuse lurks the question, the plea——
is this all there is?
The heroes of our past and present were by no means perfect human beings.
But if we continue to focus on their shortcomings and forget the essential
qualities that made them great,
eventually we’re going to get to the point where the answer to the
above question will be,”Yep, seems like it is.”


Jack David Sparks
11/1/91

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