I’ve been feeling so down on the state of affairs in this nation that I’ve started to wonder if I can even celebrate the Fourth of July this year without feeling painfully disingenuous. So I looked to my colleagues for hope.
We now live in a “shout your abortion” nation, and a message that crass will never be embraced in more conservative parts of the United States, nor should it be.
One of Father Mora’s former students wanted me to know that he was much more to her than just another name, another victim, another number in Mexico’s spiraling civil violence.