Making the video at Daphna Ziman’s house yesterday was a moving experience. I found myself face-to-face with Eric Lee, about whom I had written some nasty things without knowing him. He probably deserved them, but he was a chastened man when I met him and all was quickly forgiven – by everyone present. Lee was no Reverend Wright. Far from it. No white men gave us AIDS insanity or anything remotely like it. Lee said all the right things and you sensed it was genuine. He was contrite. We moved on. Daphna Ziman moved on. You have to do it. What other choice is there but Kumbaya in the end? You just to have to make sure you don’t do it prematurely.