The city manager of lil ol Clay tells its library board what books it can and can’t buy, although the board is spozed to be a governing sort of thing. ‘[Even] small items like rugs must be approved by [the city manager] before being purchased for the library, “like we’re going to our daddy,'” says the board chair.
Now the city manager has decided that along with lezzies and the like, the library has to keep out …
UD anticipated this problem long ago, when some communities decided books bout jest bout anything should be censored. It don’t take a genius to know that once you open the I’M OFFENDED door you’re on your way to empty shelves.
But ain’t this point of the offense-taking ? Why the hell should our ignorant town have a library at all? “Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone,” says Lady Bracknell.