Of course, intellectually I recognized that my return represented a triumphoverevil, but it took a little while to feel that triumph emotionally as well.
When I sat in the theater in Petersburg, Virginia, in 1977 and saw "Star Wars" (I refuse to call it "A New Hope") I walked away with a vision of not only how good can triumphoverevil but how seeing a movie could be the coolest thing to ever happen to me.
Such claptrap is the bedrock of countless Hollywood movies in which an intrepid whistleblower dodges black helicopters, robotic-like thugs in black suits, and spraying bullets to triumphover corporate evil.
