We are all complicit

When I was a young activist in Virginia in the ’60s, my comrades and I loved the fierce passages from the Hebrew prophets. We envisioned them as God’s judgment on all the Southern conservatives who were still laboring in outer darkness concerning civil rights and the Vietnam War. Like many young idealists, we thought of ourselves as bringers of light. Later I learned that we are all in this together. I also am implicated in “grinding the face of the poor.”—Fleming Rutledge, The Crucifixion, 310 n. 17