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I used to love to wander LACMA. Increasingly, I was drawn to the gallery displaying are from India. The room was dimly lit, making the walls recede. Their may have been music playing – it doesn’t seem like it was quiet. I loved the statues and walking under a recovered archway. It felt like I was in a real temple.

And that’s what was wrong. These weren’t objects on tour. This was a permanent exhibit. And these belonged home, with their people.

My upset coincided with some publicity at returning some other religious and cultural artifacts that were at another museum. It’s part of a movement to make things right, after some monstrous pillaging. I came across this article today. Love a happy ending.

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