A small few, however, were furious with me. I wrote of one of the former in “ Cardinal Bernard Law on the Frontier of Civil Rights.”Most readers found that post to be surprisingly powerful and moving, and for many it revisited the life of a man unjustly vilified. History eventually defined its heroes and its villains. On that awful day, the Civil Rights struggle in America took to the streets. That was the day Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr. I was five days shy of turning fifteen years old and looking forward to wrapping up the tenth grade at Lynn English High School just north of Boston on April 4, 1968. For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.” (Alan Paton, Cry, the Beloved Country, 1948) Let him not be too moved when the birds of his land are singing, nor give too much of his heart to a mountain or a valley. Let him not laugh too gladly when the water runs through his fingers, nor stand too silent when the setting sun makes red the veld with fire. “Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. For some young men in prison, absent fathers conjure vacant dreams. Fatherhood fades from the landscape of the human heart to the peril of the souls of our youth.
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