Its my son again. Ja its Emory, God be thanked.

There were shouts.

I struggle each day not to let the fear of the censor poison my writing. Where the censor rules, a dull sameness creeps into books.

Books are our windows on the world. They permit us to safely experience other lives and ways of thinking and feeling. Books give us a glimmer of the complexity and wonder of life. All this, the censor would deny us.