The Boy Who Thought He Was The Messiah
As a child, I thought of the Messiah as a liberator or savior from injustice.
“I was in the third grade when I first thought I might be the Messiah. This was back in the fifties and I was attending one of those elementary schools in Queens, New York that had no name, only a number, PS 46 or 192 or 238. It was the usual type of building, red brick with bars on the windows.”
Published by Heart and Humanity magazine.