“My oh my, you sure know how to arrange things.
You set it up so well, so carefully.
Ain’t it funny how your new life didn’t change things?
You’re still the same old girl you used to be.”
Nearly fifty years of plotting and planning, employing means that justify her socialist ends, following Marian Wright Edelman’s counsel that her goals, whatever they may be, are likelier to succeed if they are framed as “for the children...” Her denouement appears to be ending up essentially as she began, the girl whose formidable efforts were never quite enough.
I wonder when it happened, when her youthful bright eyes turned to lyin’ eyes—when her glance in the mirror first showed crazy eyes, and the face of Dorian Gray.