For the ancestors, who now dwell in the company of angels, accosted and assaulted while present upon the earth, enduring avalanches of animus of which have never been atoned, I will resist. For babies bombarded by bombs, bounties placed upon their beautiful heads at birth, I will resist. For the cacophony of cries citing crimes against humanity, callous cycles of crisis with casualties colored in chalk upon concrete, I will resist. Until the lion lays down with the lamb, until we study war no more, until everything is not just everything, but what it’s supposed to be, I will resist. Until we are free. Against hate, against racism, against oppression, against suppression, against xenophobia, I will resist. Until peace is not just two digits raised in the air, until justice flows like waters, and righteousness, like a mighty stream, the LORD being my help and my witness, I will resist. Amen.
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