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local book-burning festival in the parking lot behind his small church. While
only a small number of participants had been expected, news of the event had
apparently spread to neighboring suburbs and literally thousands of people
turned out, packing the streets and causing major traffic problems in the
area
surrounding the New Age Ecumenical Church. When questioned by reporters,
attendants who had been stranded in their cars for over an hour insisted they
didn't mind the wait, pointing out that the firefair had been organized to
destroy books on the so-called Darwinian theory of evolution, a theory
speculating that man was not created in the image of God but grew instead out
of
the inferior forms of life on the planet." The newswoman gathered her papers
and
tapped them neatly on the desk in front of her. "The festival is still in
progress at this hour and the Atlanta Police Department has indicated that
the
New Age Ecumenical Church will receive its full cooperation and support
during
the remainder of the book-burning, regardless of its duration."
"That's terrible!" Roger said. The senselessness of it made his fingers
twitch
in frustration. "They shouldn't burn those books-- what will happen when
they're
gone? There might be people who believe in that Darwin theory."
Miriam shifted Brian's weight and glanced at him. "You'd better be careful,
Rog.
Talk like that..." She let the thought go unfinished.
He shook his head. "But it's not right," he insisted. "There used to be
libraries where you could go to read anything you wanted, even check out
books
and take them home. People should be able to choose for themselves what they
want to believe--"
"Stop it!" Miriam snapped. Her tone of voice made Brian's eyes go wide.
"Times
change and it's too late to be radical. You have a family to think of. Me,
Brian-- we depend on you. Things happen to people who still talk about the
old
ways, Roger. Things so bad that no one speaks of them." She stared at him and
her expression was a complicated mix of fear and anger. "Don't bring that
kind
of talk into this house ever again."
Roger opened his mouth, then shut it and turned back to the television. Five
minutes ago there had been something he thought he should share with her; now
he
knew the words would most likely remain forever unspoken. He was suddenly
afraid
to look at her, afraid her love and terror would pull his secrets unwillingly
from his thoughts..
A different anchorperson was on now, another woman. She was young and black
and