Questions in the color of blood

Recently I read “Before the 60s, life was in black & white.”

There’s been much progress in the colorful years hence. But thinking of the confusion and conflict these days, I thought that life today seems black & blue. There’s war, pittance populism, the parade of fibbing peddlers, impotent policies, rude prospects. Where’s the aspiring demand for grand justice, hopeful living and fair civility?

The story in the Washington Post and many other sources of the writhing woman and the janitor is a signature of this era.

After slipping out of her wheelchair, while moaning on the floor, hospital staff walked past Edith Isabel Rodriguez or cleaned the floor around her. She lay untreated on the ER lobby floor for 45 minutes before dying. A video camera captured the episode. Emergency calls were unheeded. LATimes has posted a picture memorial.

She needlessly died of cruel indifference.

We live in the color of tired blood.

And we trumpet tired issues.
But what if FoxNews had done the reporting?
What’s real?
What wpyou; Calvin and his Dad think?

C: Dad, how come old photographs are always black and white? Didn’t they
have color film back then?
D: Sure they did. In fact, those old photographs ARE in color. It’s just the
WORLD was black and white then.

C: Really?
D: Yep. The world didn’t turn color until sometime in the 1930s, and it was
pretty grainy color for a while, too.

C: That’s really weird.
D: Well, truth is stranger than fiction.

C: But then why are old PAINTINGS in color?! If the world was black and
white, wouldn’t artists have painted it that way?
D: Not necessarily. A lot of great artists were insane.

C: But… but how could they have painted in color anyway? Wouldn’t their
paints have been shades of gray back then?
D: Of course, but they turned colors like everything else in the ’30s.

C: So why didn’t old black and white photos turn color too?
D: Because they were color pictures of black and white, remember?