A few years ago, as Black Lives Matter convulsed the country, my alma mater appointed a commission to discuss changing the school mascot. My beloved Carmel High had been the “Padres” since it opened in 1940. St. Junipero Serra, founder of the California missions, is buried one mile from campus. The Padre was a fitting symbol for eighty years, until, as the Great Racial Reckoning began, a great many people began to point out that the real padres treated the Native Americans rather shabbily. Perhaps, as Confederate monuments tumbled and the names of enslavers were removed from college buildings, Carmel ought to reconsider the Padre? Some folks thought so.