Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I'm reading a book about James Brown by James McBride.  The author is exploding all the myths about Brown, and first off he trashed a recent film I loved:  Get It Up, starring Chadwick Boseman.  The film is powerful but inaccurate, as it turns out.  I can accept and learn from this.  This book makes a persuasive case for black people telling their own stories and those of their heroes.  I'm happy to be educated.  I feel that no matter what the race, the myths take over with biography, and it takes a persistent genius, like Lin Manuel Miranda or McBride, to loosen our grip on the myth.  So I'm exhilarated by the detailed, complex picture McBride is showing me of an artist I've adored since I saw him as a young teen.  One thing I got from living in the South:  soul music.  Like my parents got jazz from Kansas City.  One of my first LPs was Muddy Waters.  So I'm being introduced to the real, complex, contradictory James Brown for the first time.  And he's so much more than I could have hoped.