Saturday, April 11, 2009

Holy Saturday


RFK was shot on June 5, 1968, and died the following day.
Kennedy delivered a powerful speech against the "menace of violence in America" shortly before he was shot. In the midst of a flourishing campaign for the Democratic Presidential nomination, his light was suddenly extinguished, leaving many eyes for nothing but the darkness. "Now that Dr. King is gone, no one left but Bobby - no one."

And then, no one at all.

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This morning some men woke up and prayed that yesterday was just a bad dream.

A man they loved, who called them 'friends', their mentor, their brother, had been suddenly taken from them.
Even more than these things, he was their hope: the man who would end the oppression in their world, who alone could bring justice and peace.
But now he's dead.

Not only dead, but executed. The man you always thought was invulnerable. Nothing would be able to touch him.
And maybe they would be next. This leader they had so devoted themselves to might now be only a death warrant for them.

And more than this, now they simply have nothing.
When the one center of life, of your labor, of your time, of your dreams, is violently ripped away... you have nothing. Maybe you should go back to life before? . . but where would you really go?

These men hoped waking that yesterday would just have been a bad dream. But yesterday, Friday, was very real, very true.
Today, they have no hope, no light, no life. All because this man they followed... well, it's Saturday, and he's still very dead.

Now there's nothing left but living, with all of its fear and tedium and shattered dreams.

"You feel as if nothing was ever going to happen again."

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