The violence of nonviolence

“Get up, boy!” the voice hissed in my right ear. I could feel the chair shake as the person stood behind me and tried to forcefully shake me out of my chair. “He said get up, you filthy ***. This place ain’t fer your kind.” The counter to my right banged sharply in my leftContinue reading “The violence of nonviolence”

Canoes & the upside-down ways of a coming king

  I’ve been thinking about those tiny canoes, dancing in front of giant USS nitro.   It happened at Christmas, in 1971. The USA was bombing women, children, and hospitals in Vietnam. The Quakers wanted to do something about it. But what could one small group of Friends do in the face of an entireContinue reading “Canoes & the upside-down ways of a coming king”