I forgot that I snuck some punk gems into THE LOST HERO, like Piper’s Indian Summer patch— so out of place it actually fits quite nicely, though a bit cringeworthy now that I recall she’s Native American.! (If you’re a 21st century teenager reading this, search “Indian Summer angry son” on the youtubes and enjoy.)
My mom and I with Governor George Wallace, Montgomery AL, 1984. I had no way of comprehending the massive change of heart this person had achieved just a decade prior, following an assassination attempt. Or the utter darkness and inhumanity he embodied for the entirety of his life up to that point. Today as I draw Wallace’s repulsive “Segregation Forever” 1963 inaugural address for MARCH: BOOK TWO, I am reminded of his transformation against all odds— he, as Anakin Skywalker in the 11th hour, tossing the Emperor into the bowels of a crumbling Death Star. Rest In Peace, Wallace, along with what your entire generation carried.