Saturday, April 14, 2012
Aeons ago, just after my Zen Tukai Jokudo ordination, I was having a fierce argument in a corridor with a
governor about whether I could wear my token kesa. This is a token robe, essentially a two inch strip of
black cloth worn hanging from the neck. The Gov wasn't having any of it, even if I wore it beneath my
"It will make you stand out!", and he wasn't having such flamboyance perturb his uniformity. As he spoke, a Sikh walked past, sporting the most fluorescent yellow turban in the land. The governor and I stared at each other in the unspoken common knowledge that we had both seen this apparition and it made utter nonsense of the Gov's declaration.
I'll give him his due. He didn't bat an eyelid. Or retreat a single inch. It is this level of shamelessness in the face of reality that is the hallmark of the modern prison manager.