"[w]hat was any art but ... a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose." - Willa Cather, Song of the Lark
Thursday, September 02, 2004
Pondering activism
Just reread Letter from a Birmingham Jail. It still manages to inspire. With eloquence and erudition, Dr. King outlines a strategy for opposing injustice, and rightfully chastises the apathetic.
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