"Insofar as we can chart its murky origins,
Among the oldest settlements in the Massachusetts Bay Colony and for years among the wealthiest cities in America, Salem had many claims to fame. It preferred not to count the witchcraft delusion among them; no one cared to record even where the town had hanged 19 innocents. It addressed the unpleasantness the New England way: silently. When George Washington passed through Salem in October 1789, he witnessed neither any trace of a witch panic nor of Halloween . Sometimes it seems as if the trauma of an event can be measured by how long it takes us to commemorate it, and by how thoroughly we mangle it in the process
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THREE HUNDRED years after the trials, Salem unveiled an elegant, understated memorial to the victims. Three hundred and thirteen years after the trials, it unveiled a gleaming statue of the “Bewitched” star, Elizabeth Montgomery, on a broom.
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This is making me think about what it is that we are celebrating today. This holiday is pretty much just about fun, sort of focused on children, sort of about celebrating our own creativity and popular culture - but also loosely about expressing our myths and superstitions and all the parts of our society that belie our notions of our rationalism and modernity.
But then, most of us just want to fun of dressing up, finding the perfect costume is a lot of work. My costume is Misty Copeland, and I'm not sure exactly what I'm expressing my attempting to embody her. I guess I find her inspiring, it makes me feel a lot of good emotions to see her being really visible in the media right now, and I sort of want a way to express and celebrate that. (also, it's pretty simple and comfortable and she's my race and that's hard to find)
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