Looking for Robin Hood
Robin Hood and Little John walked down a forest path where all around the leaves danced and twinkled as the breeze through them and the sunlight came flickering down. Quoth Robin Hood, ‘I make my vow, Little John, my blood tickles my veins as it flows through them this gay morn. What sayst thou to our seeking adventures. . .?’ From Robin Hood by Howard Pyle
It’s Labor Day weekend in America, and most of us have taken Monday off. This morning I ran the Wildwood trail in Portland, Oregon.
Heading uphill and down through the trees I remembered that thousands of children loved the story of Robin Hood. The faint clear notes of a distant horn sounds, a winged arrow splinters into a branch inches away from the Sheriff of Nottingham’s face. Moving like green shadows, Robin’s Merry Men separate him from his ill-gotten gold, and vanish into the depths of Sherwood Forest.
For eight hundred years children have made Robin Hood’s story theirs. We loved the band’s love of fair play, the individual wit and character of each member, and their breathtaking escapes in which each member of the team plays an indispensable role.
It is often overlooked that Robin Hood stole from the taxman, and returned the money to those who had earned it. His target was the rapacious state and church, not entrepreneurs and hard-working folk.
Today the state expands in power, protects people less and takes more of their hard-earned wages. Are Robin Hood and his merry men and women taking a stand in the forest of the internet?
One of the things men and women on the internet are calling for is a precise accounting by the US and British governments of exactly what they spend on what and on whom posted on the internet. This would include 'pork' and which representative requested which 'earmark'.