Once upon a time, I carried Anne
Frank in my arms as the shadows of burnt out buildings and bullies fell over us
in The South Bronx of America .
Her words became music made flesh and blood in me. I thought I could go back in
history to bring her to the future. For that, I needed my childhood Fortress of
Solitude called The Public Library. I found a book called from Sand Tables To
Electronic Brains. I looked for parts in the wreckage of our town to build
Artificial Intelligence. It’s a wonderful memory to get back. In contrast, I
have to remember a fourteen year old who was shot in the head for wanting
higher education. All she wanted was to become a doctor to heal the world.
Thank heaven for little girls
like Malala Yousafzai.
No more waiting for Super Girl.
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