Decades ago, my little brother and I played for hours with plastic cowboys and Indians on the tile floor. We knew nothing of the political and historical ramifications of those toys. May they R.I.P. in their plastic boxes until they rise up and walk the land teaching us what it was like then.
Timely and thanks. Here's one of my poem of toy soldiers at North of Oxford:
https://northofoxford.wordpress.com/2024/01/09/on-the-epistemology-of-toy-soldiers-by-henry-crawford/
Decades ago, my little brother and I played for hours with plastic cowboys and Indians on the tile floor. We knew nothing of the political and historical ramifications of those toys. May they R.I.P. in their plastic boxes until they rise up and walk the land teaching us what it was like then.