Jul 21, 2017 · 1 min read
Bizarrely, SOB’s piece called to mind “Just you wait, Henry Higgins. Just you wait.” I have always loved that song. It’s the defiance, I think, plus the understanding that Eliza Doolittle is angry at being treated like a thing, a child, a trained pet, and she is striking back in the safety of the hypothetical. It’s what we’d all like to say to some people. We’ve seen too much of Eliza to believe that, if the chips were down, she would act on her fantasy.
If SOB wants to walk by while I die, it’s really okay with me. I won’t hold it against him in the hereafter. I understand the sentiment. What I won’t forgive is the rich, white people who would do the same rather than inconvenience themselves.
