A friend wrote me last night. She’s in Germany, and just visited a museum at a concentration camp. She spoke about apathy, and how this visit reminded her again why she should care. Another friend told the husband about two murders that have gone largely unreported by national media. Horrific murders. The kind that makes you cry out, “Oh God, where are you?” The kind that provoke anger, and in some cases, racism and bitterness.
I realized that’s what I’ve been struggling with. I’m trying to find my passion, the exact median between anger and apathy. For whatever reason, God has put me in a group that tends to be apathetic. But I see a little spark of hunger in them. I’m trying to find positive ways of fanning that spark.
Monday and Tuesday, 60 degrees. Wednesday, 30 degrees. I heart Birmingham.
JACKSON, Mississippi (AP) — A white former sheriff’s deputy was arrested Wednesday for his alleged role in a civil rights era crime — the 1964 killings of two black men beaten and dumped alive into the Mississippi River…The break in the 43-year-old case was largely the result of the dogged efforts of the older brother of one of the victims, who vowed to bring the killer to justice. James Ford Seale, a 71-year-old reputed Ku Klux Klansman from the town of Roxie, was charged with kidnapping hitchhikers Charles Eddie Moore and Henry Hezekiah Dee, both 19…Dee’s sister, Thelma Collins, told The Associated Press through grateful sobs: “I never thought I would live to see it, no sir, I never did. I always prayed that justice would be done — somehow, some way.”
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