Sunday, July 29th, 2012

The Boy from Brooklyn
By Lois Lane
  In all honesty, he's just a boy from Brooklyn. Beyond what the hype, the old newsreels, and the current Captain America press says, he's really just a boy from Brooklyn, New York; you can hear it, just under his words when he talks. And you can feel the optimism, that refreshly old-fashioned notion of 'Good Old Boy' from the 1920s, in the way he carries himself.

He seems almost larger than life on TV and in news conferences -- an icon. And yet, during an exclusive interview in an undisclosed location, talking with the man was at once sorrowful, inspiring, and uplifting.

The sorrow in his eyes comes from the fact that despite the great technological advancements of the past 70 years, little of the way we, as a collective people, still regard and treat those different from ourselves has changed. From homosexuals, to metahumans, to mutants and aliens such as the JLA's Martian Manhunter, Captain America laments that as a people, "we still don't get it."

And yet, through the sorrow, the Brooklyn native seems to draw himself.

"It just tells me that I still have a job to do," he said after taking a steading sort of breath. His smile left no doubt as to the seriousness of his next words, words that have caused me to rewrite this article a half dozen times since I heard them: "And so do you."

What's clear is that it's not just me that has a job to do, but each and every one of us. We have the power and the calling to help each other, to go in and do what's right regardless of the accolades that may or maynot await.

It was about this point in the interview when I recalled another interview I took, not so terribly long before this one, with a mutant fighting to protect those around him weaker than himself.

And it reminded me, just how much respect I have for those heroes that don't have anything more

Cap America

special than the rest of the people in this coutry. Those heroes that can't fly, or shift from flesh to metal, or are unphased by gunfire. The ones that despite the fragility of their nature, still get up, put on the uniform, and go out there anyway. To Captain American and myself, those are the real heroes.

"I'm not here to replace them. They're the ones that put their lives on the line for low pay and less appreciation, but really what they deserve is everyone's ultimate respect," said the Man, not just the Icon.

The words aren't hollow, not by any stretch of the imagination, because his eyes, like his heart, are True Blue. The feeling of knowing the same fragility and standing up anyway just can't ring false from this once short, skinny kid from Brooklyn, who kept getting back up everytime he got kicked down.

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