"Evil?" Womble rarely used the word in his work. It was a storybook word. Neither right nor wrong. A word made up to fill a gap in how to talk about the world when it tilted on its side spilling out more blood and pain than people could stand.
He didn't think people changed much—his people anyway. Their souls had been ripped apart trying to stop what could never be stopped, and they took a fierce pride in opening old wounds just to show they could endure them again.
Arrington's description of resistance to civil rights.