I don’t know what a community does when it has no more forgiveness left, or when it knows what forgiveness in this age truly means. I don’t know how a country can forgive itself for the deaths of those four sweet girls in 1963, just as I don’t know how it can forgive itself for the consistent assault on black sanctuaries ever since. Still, as thankful as I am to come from hands that still reach out for forgiveness, I am even more thankful to come from a people who know the necessity of rebuilding. Who know what a church does, know how to drink all they can from it, and refuse to let it be torn
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