We can’t pretend to truly know Eugene Jennings, but he strikes me as a person meant for another time.
Another world where freedom is true and unconditional, where property can be forgotten.
Sins can be forgiven. Failings can be embraced.
He never asked or expected to live forever.
Even now, it’s hard to believe he would stay within the lines. But I know he would have loved this American sandbox.
To run, to explore without consequence, to wander without meaning, to play. To love and enjoy our own world. It’s all he ever wanted.
It’s all we ever wanted.
