I lament that the United States of America does not share a common memory and therefore is incapable of experiencing true community.
White gang war gets two days of coverage. Black gang peace gets five seconds of coverage. Do you think Black Lives Matter?
Once you’ve been down into the South, nonviolence isn’t as neat and simple as it seemed when you learned about it in a US history class.
When we pay attention, there’s a fire at the heart of our shared life in America. The question Baltimore is forcing us to consider is whether we will be consumed by these flames or saved from them?
"Yet they were not ashamed." Was I the they? Who were God's people?
Can we see by the dawn’s early light? Can we—the forces of love and justice—by the dawn’s early light, unify around a comprehensive strategy to get people talking, seeking the common truth of reality, and repairing the breach of trust.
As I reflect on the memory of that memorial walk across the bridge, I am reminded that we are still longing for and singing, "Oh freedom. . ."