Editing

Bob Knight’s Diary was a fictionalized account of a young man’s 1890’s schooldays. My grandfather read it to my father. When I was a boy, my father read it to me. I wanted to read Bob Knight’s Diary to my youngest son but, after a few pages, I could read no more. The book has an undercurrent of racism which, for the life of me, I don’t recall hearing. Had I forgotten the racism? Had I unknowingly absorbed it? Recently, I opened the book, read a few pages and I knew: My father had edited as he read. Seamlessly, cadence unbroken, my father had excised the racism from Bob Knight’s Diary.

Go in peace to love and serve the Lord!

Josh