The Silent Cries of Hiding Children: Fifty Years After MLK’s Riverside Church Speech
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(Image by Wikipedia (commons.wikimedia.org)) Intrepid Report 4 April 2017
> > The anonymous author, a middle-aged woman, is at least still alive, despite so many years of pain and shame. The children in Mosul, and in all the other places where children are slaughtered, will not be writing any poems. Having hidden, they were found and dispatched by faceless and “innocent” killers to another home from which none return. As Army Chief of Staff General Mark Milley put it last year, “On the future battlefield, if you stay in one place for longer than two or three hours, you will be dead.” That future is now.< <
> > Fifty years have elapsed since that warning. The world’s children keep hiding from our killing machines, and Americans still turn deaf ears to their cries. We may be spiritually dead now. It seems that way.
Hiding in a North Vietnamese bomb shelter in 1969 while he cradled a little boy in his arms, Fr. Daniel Berrigan, S.J., anti-war rebel priest and poet, wrote the following lines as American bombs sought to kill him and all those he sheltered with in the underworld.
In my arms, fathered
In a moment’s grace, the messiah
Of all my tears, I bore reborn
A Hiroshima child from hell.
Can we dead awaken from our silent acquiescence? < <
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