One of my treasured possessions is a book of poetry collected in secret by my best friend’s father from among American POWs in a Japanese camp during WWII. The poems were written on toilet paper, scraps of wood, and anything available. He and many other POWs survived the Bataan death march.

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 @ae144dbc One of the consequences of our society devaluing humanities and arts education is  people saying idiotic things like this in public.