The Prophets

by Robert Jones Jr.

Innocence, we have discovered, is the most serious atrocity of all. It is what separates the living from the dead.

ignorance wasn’t bliss, but degradation could be better endured if you pretended you were worthy of it.

This wasn’t a framework for liberty; this was the same tyranny of Europe, only naked and devoid of baubles.

He was bound to learn other things, discover in himself what Mississippi wasn’t wide enough to let prosper. A conscience, perhaps.

Linked by sins, he realized that they were family not merely because the same blood ran through their veins, but because the same blood stained their hands.