Remember what everything costs, that's all. Remember that the Declaration of
Independance was written by a slave-owner and genocidalist. Remember that
those gorgeous Gesualdo motets were created by a wife-murderer. Remember
that Burroughs, whose work is indispensable to me, was a wife-killer and
user of rent boys. If you erase the memory of Gill, you erase the memory of
his cruelty also.
All the same, I think taking a few of his carvings down from the places
where they are enshrined and admired might send out some of the right sorts
of messages; especially within the Catholic Church, some members of which
seriously need to get their ethics straight about sexual violence (there
remains a tendency to see it as a private and pardonable transgression on
the part of the individual perpetrator, rather than a crime of violence
against another human being which requires public acknowledgement and
justice).
I also, alas, think Gill's typefaces are lovely. And I'm keeping my copy of
_The Triumph of Love_.
- Dom
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