I once asked the girl I lit the candles for which Star Wars character I reminded her of.  She replied Yoda and Anakin.  The former because I taught and the latter because I went for what I wanted.  Perceptive.  But probably not quite on point.  My college students did hum the Imperial March when I entered the classroom.

The one character I identify with is actually a relatively minor one – Count Dooku.  While technically a Sith, he is there because he is fed up with the bureaucracy of the governing order and the Jedi sworn to uphold and defend it.  His lightsaber is uniquely curved and his ship is a library – reflecting his old soul.  While on the dark side, he still possesses an elegant nobility and sense of justice.  Very much like Javert or Rommel.

A church leader said he couldn’t quite put his finger on what I believed.  It is gray because life is like that.  My favorite character in the HBO classic series, The Wire, chronicling the drug war, isn’t one of the law enforcement characters, but Stringer Bell, the second in command of the drug cartel.

Anyways, each Jedi has to build his or her own lightsaber.  The color of the blade differs and can reflect the personality of the bearer.  The Sith’s are traditionally red to reflect unchecked emotion.  Luke Skywalker’s original one was white but his new one is green, possibly signaling growth or maturity after losing a hand while battling his father.  I wondered whst the color of mine would be.

I thought it would be something that mirrored my own ambivalence about many causes.  Purple, grey, orange.  Or a dark blue to reflect the law enforcement side which I truly believed in.

The color, however, that comes to mind – possibly from God – is interesting and something that did not occur to me immediately.

Gold.