All politics is local, my dad was fond of saying. I’ve always subscribed to that theory in a metaphorical way.
Yes, change is wrought from inside great marbled halls. But my friends it is not born there.
It is not dreamed up on the spot by a well-meaning legislator who has a cartoon light bulb suddenly appear over his head in the midst of routine parliamentary procedure.
No. Change is born in the mind of a 4 year old, unencumbered by what he has been taught to believe, to make fun of, to be afraid of.