#remembrance — Public Fediverse posts
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Aw, what a devoted daughter,
& what a special father she lost on this day 28 years ago. (1998 - where were we?)One of the very few reasons I visit X/Twitter now, aside from some cartoonists.
https://x.com/NancySinatra/status/2054816920369541272?s=20
The real deal daughter of a real-deal legend. Her boots are still doing walking.
#FrankSinatra #NancySinatra #Sinatra #anniversary #remembrance #entertainment #music #legends
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Tributes Pour In for NBA’s First Openly Gay Player Jason Collins https://www.rawchili.com/nba/733184/ #Basketball #Brooklyn #BrooklynNets #BrooklynNets #NBA #Nets #NewsDesk #overnight #remembrance
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The 1937 deportation devastated Koryo-saram, but their history in Central Asia is also one of survival and renewal https://ow.ly/IJge50YXHG5 #KoryoSaram #History #Remembrance #SurvivalStories #AsianDiaspora #DeportationHistory #KoreanDiaspora
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The 1937 deportation devastated Koryo-saram, but their history in Central Asia is also one of survival and renewal https://ow.ly/IJge50YXHG5 #KoryoSaram #History #Remembrance #SurvivalStories #AsianDiaspora #DeportationHistory #KoreanDiaspora
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The 1937 deportation devastated Koryo-saram, but their history in Central Asia is also one of survival and renewal https://ow.ly/IJge50YXHG5 #KoryoSaram #History #Remembrance #SurvivalStories #AsianDiaspora #DeportationHistory #KoreanDiaspora
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The 1937 deportation devastated Koryo-saram, but their history in Central Asia is also one of survival and renewal https://ow.ly/IJge50YXHG5 #KoryoSaram #History #Remembrance #SurvivalStories #AsianDiaspora #DeportationHistory #KoreanDiaspora
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The 1937 deportation devastated Koryo-saram, but their history in Central Asia is also one of survival and renewal https://ow.ly/IJge50YXHG5 #KoryoSaram #History #Remembrance #SurvivalStories #AsianDiaspora #DeportationHistory #KoreanDiaspora
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Write Injuries in Dust, Benefits in Marble.
Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790) American statesman, scientist, philosopher, aphorist
Poor Richard (1747 ed.)More about this quote: wist.info/franklin-benjamin/58…
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The Ascendents
Ancestry, Memory, Humanity, and the Upward Calling of the Living
Ascendent by kmlsWe have been taught to say that we are descended from those who came before us.
The word is not wrong. It is genealogically useful. It traces the stream from the spring, the branch from the trunk, the child from the parent, the living from the dead. It tells us that we are not self-made, not self-originating, not isolated sparks floating in the void. We come from somewhere. We are carried into being by names, bloodlines, migrations, accidents, loves, wounds, prayers, hungers, wars, fields, fires, and forgotten hands.
Yet the word troubles me.
For to say that we are descended may also suggest a downward motion, as though we have fallen from some ancestral height. It can feel as if the past stands above us in solemn judgment, and we, the living, are merely the lower remainder: diminished copies, scattered seed, thin-blooded heirs of stronger people.
We speak of descent as if we are always coming down.
Down from the fathers.
Down from the mothers.
Down from the old country.
Down from Eden.
Down from glory.
Down from the dead.But what if the truth is not only that we descend from them?
What if we ascend from them?
What if we are not the falling away of our ancestors, but their rising continuation?
What if we are the place where the buried become conscious, where the forgotten become remembered, where the unfinished become possible, where the dead are not merely behind us but beneath us — not as a weight dragging us downward, but as roots pressing life upward through the dark?
To be human is not simply to be descended.
To be human is to be ascendent.
Not ascendant in the arrogant sense. Not ascendant as empire is ascendant, not as a conqueror ascends a throne, not as a nation ascends by trampling another underfoot, not as wealth ascends by feeding upon the poor, not as the celebrated ascend by making the nameless disappear.
That is false ascendancy.
That is Babel.
That is the tower built upward by those who refuse to look downward at the bodies embedded in its bricks.
The ascendancy I mean is humbler, older, stranger, and holier. It is the rising of life from soil. It is the green blade through the graveyard. It is memory becoming mercy. It is grief becoming wisdom. It is ancestry becoming vocation.
We are not above our ancestors because we are better than they were.
We are above them because they are beneath us as foundation.
The child stands higher than the parent only because the parent has bent low.
The living stand higher than the dead only because the dead have become earth.
Every generation is lifted by those who are no longer visible.
This is the first doctrine of the Ascendents: we rise from what has been buried.
We rise from bodies and stories. We rise from names spoken and names erased. We rise from villages burned and fields planted. We rise from ships, cabins, kitchens, trenches, meetinghouses, reservations, prisons, refugee roads, hospital rooms, schoolhouses, barns, factories, cemeteries, and quiet beds where the dying whispered blessings no one wrote down.
We rise from all of it.
Not only from glory.
Not only from virtue.
Not only from noble sacrifice.We rise also from sin.
This is what makes ascent morally dangerous.
For our ancestors do not hand us only wisdom. They hand us wounds. They do not give us only courage. They give us cowardice disguised as prudence, prejudice disguised as tradition, violence disguised as necessity, greed disguised as providence, silence disguised as peace.
To be ascendent is not to romanticize the past.
It is to redeem it by telling the truth.
A person who worships their ancestors remains trapped beneath them. A person who despises their ancestors cuts themselves off from their own roots. But a person who honors their ancestors truthfully becomes capable of rising.
Honor is not flattery.
Honor is not nostalgia.
Honor is the severe mercy of remembrance.
To honor those before us is to receive what was good, repent of what was evil, grieve what was broken, and carry forward what was unfinished.
We are the living edge of their becoming.
We are their unresolved sentence.
We are their prayer still traveling.
We are their question still being answered.
This means that the past is not dead in the simple way we imagine. It is not gone merely because the bodies are gone. The past continues to move through us as habit, language, land, fear, blood pressure, lullaby, recipe, doctrine, posture, accent, suspicion, hope, inheritance, and unexamined reflex.
History does not stay in books.
History enters the nervous system.
A war may end, yet its tremor continues in the children of the children of those who survived it. A displacement may be recorded as an event, yet the hunger for home may live for centuries. A massacre may be omitted from the official monument, yet the ground remembers. A church may repent in words while its architecture still faces the wrong direction. A family may never speak of grief, yet every child learns how to lower the voice around sorrow.
The dead are not silent.
They speak in us.
The question is whether we will listen.
The Ascendent is one who listens downward in order to live upward.
This is not ancestor worship. It is ancestor responsibility.
Nor is it progressivism in its shallow form. Progress, as commonly preached, often imagines time as a ladder on which the present naturally stands above the past. It assumes that because we come later, we must be wiser. This is foolishness. Chronology is not sanctification. The future can be more brutal than the past. Technology can amplify barbarism. A people may move forward in time while moving backward in soul.
No, ascent is not automatic.
Humanity does not rise merely by surviving.
We rise only when remembrance becomes transformation.
We rise when the grief of one generation becomes the compassion of the next.
We rise when the violence of one generation becomes the refusal of the next.
We rise when the silence of one generation becomes the testimony of the next.
We rise when the buried cries of the forgotten become the moral hearing of the living.
“The blood of your brother cries out from the ground.”
That ancient sentence is the foundation of all history.
The ground is not mute. The earth is not neutral. Soil is archive. Dust is witness. Every field has its dead. Every town has its omitted chapter. Every nation has its sanctified lie. Every family has its locked room. Every monument has a shadow. Every victory has a graveyard of the unnamed.
The Ascendent does not merely ask, “Who were my ancestors?”
The Ascendent asks, “Whose blood is beneath my feet?”
Not because guilt is the final word.
Guilt alone can paralyze. Shame alone can distort. Accusation alone can become another form of vanity, where the living make themselves dramatic by endlessly displaying the wounds of the dead.
The purpose of remembering is not to become impressive in our sorrow.
The purpose of remembering is to become faithful in our living.
To be ascendent is to understand that I am not an isolated self. I am a crossing point. I am a confluence. I am made of many streams, some clear, some polluted, some holy, some poisoned, all meeting in the temporary river of my life.
My task is not to pretend the waters are pure.
My task is to help them run cleaner through me.
This may be the deepest meaning of repentance: not self-hatred, but generational purification. Not the rejection of one’s people, but the healing of what one has received from them. Not a descent into despair, but an ascent into truth.
Repentance is how ancestry becomes possibility.
Without repentance, inheritance becomes repetition.
Without remembrance, repentance becomes vague.
Without love, remembrance becomes accusation.
Without courage, love becomes sentiment.
The Ascendent must hold all four together: remembrance, repentance, love, and courage.
Only then can the past become seed rather than chain.
There is also a personal meaning here.
Each of us carries within ourselves earlier selves. The child, the adolescent, the wounded one, the ambitious one, the ashamed one, the hopeful one, the foolish one, the frightened one, the one who failed, the one who survived. We often speak as if we have descended from those selves into disappointment. We look back and say, “I was once more alive. I was once more promising. I was once closer to what I might have been.”
But perhaps we also ascend from our former selves.
Perhaps every earlier self, even the embarrassed and broken ones, is part of the root system.
I rise from the child who dreamed.
I rise from the young person who misunderstood.
I rise from the failure that humbled me.
I rise from the wound that opened me.
I rise from the grief that deepened me.
I rise from the fear that taught me how much I needed grace.
Nothing is wasted if it can be transfigured.
This does not mean everything was good. Some things were evil. Some things should not have happened. Some wounds are not secret blessings. Some suffering does not ennoble; it damages. Some losses remain losses.
But even what cannot be justified may still be gathered.
Even what cannot be called good may still be refused the final word.
The Ascendent does not say, “All things were good.”
The Ascendent says, “Even here, I will rise.”
Not by denial.
By truth.
Not by domination.
By integration.
Not by forgetting.
By carrying.
This is why ascent is not escape. It is not floating away from the earth into disembodied purity. True ascent is rooted ascent. The tree rises because it goes down. The mountain ascends because it is grounded. The resurrected body still bears scars.
Any spirituality that rises by abandoning the wounded is not ascent but evasion.
Any politics that rises by erasing the poor is not ascent but conquest.
Any theology that rises by despising the body is not ascent but contempt.
Any family story that rises by silencing the inconvenient dead is not ascent but propaganda.
The true Ascendent rises with scars visible.
This is where humanity stands.
We are a species that has learned to fly but not yet learned to kneel. We have ascended into the air, into orbit, into code, into machines of astonishing power, yet our moral imagination often remains tribal, fearful, acquisitive, and easily bewitched by idols. We can split the atom and still cannot share bread. We can map the genome and still cannot honor the stranger. We can remember data forever and forget the dead almost instantly.
So the question is not whether humanity is technologically ascendant.
The question is whether humanity is morally ascendent.
Will we rise from our ancestors or merely repeat them with better tools?
Will we carry forward their wisdom or only refine their weapons?
Will we remember the forgotten or continue to build monuments to the victorious?
Will we become more human, or only more powerful?
The Ascendents are not those who dominate history.
They are those who redeem memory.
They are the ones who refuse to let the common dead remain common in the sense of disposable. They remember the foot soldier beside the general, the farmer beside the statesman, the Indigenous village beneath the colonial map, the mother beneath the family name, the enslaved beneath the plantation ledger, the child beneath the statistic, the refugee beneath the border argument, the prisoner beneath the ideology, the enemy beneath the uniform.
They understand that every human being is an ancestor of the future.
This is a terrifying thought.
How will the future ascend from us?
What soil are we becoming?
Will our lives be root or rubble?
Will those who come after us have to heal from us, or will they be strengthened by us?
Surely both.
We too will hand down contradiction. We too are mixed. We too are capable of tenderness and harm, courage and cowardice, insight and blindness. The Ascendent is not pure. The Ascendent is accountable.
Perhaps that is the most we can ask of any generation: not purity, but accountability; not perfection, but faithful transformation; not innocence, but the courage to become better ancestors.
To be an Ascendent, then, is to live with one’s face turned in two directions.
One face turns downward toward the dead and says:
I remember you.
I receive you.
I grieve you.
I forgive what can be forgiven.
I name what must be named.
I will not pretend you were gods.
I will not pretend you were monsters only.
I will carry what was holy.
I will heal what was harmed.
I will not let your suffering vanish.
I will not let your sins rule me.The other face turns upward toward the unborn and says:
I am trying.
I am unfinished.
I am clearing what I can.
I am planting what I may never see.
I am refusing some inheritance so you need not bear it.
I am preserving some inheritance so you may be nourished by it.
I am becoming soil for your rising.This is the holy middle place of the living.
We are between the buried and the unborn.
We are the narrow bridge of breath between memory and hope.
We are the Ascendents.
Not because we have arrived.
Because we are called upward.
Not upward away from the world, but upward into fuller humanity.
Upward into mercy.
Upward into truth.
Upward into responsibility.
Upward into reconciliation.
Upward into the difficult radiance of becoming worthy of the dead.
And perhaps this is why the dead haunt us.
They do not haunt us merely because they are restless.
They haunt us because we are.
They haunt us because something in them remains unfinished in us. They haunt us because the lie has not yet been confessed, the grave has not yet been marked, the name has not yet been spoken, the wound has not yet become wisdom, the inheritance has not yet become blessing.
The haunting is not only terror.
It is vocation.
The dead rise in us so that we may rise from them.
And if we listen closely enough, beneath every field, beneath every town, beneath every family tree, beneath every national myth, beneath every human triumph, there is a murmuring from the ground. It is not only accusation. It is not only lament. It is also invitation.
Remember us.
Tell the truth.
Rise better.
Become what we could not.
Carry us toward the light.
So let us no longer say only that we are descended.
Let us say also that we are ascended from.
Ascended from dust.
Ascended from grief.
Ascended from labor.
Ascended from women whose names were not recorded.
Ascended from men who did not know how to speak their sorrow.
Ascended from children who died too soon.
Ascended from migrants, prisoners, farmers, singers, sinners, saints, cowards, prophets, fools, and friends.
Ascended from the blood that cried out.
Ascended from the prayers that rose before us.
Ascended from the earth that holds us all.And let us become, for those who follow, not a ceiling but a root.
Not a burden but a blessing.
Not a curse but a calling.
Not the final height, but one more living terrace on the long climb of mercy.
For humanity is not yet finished.
We are still rising.
We are still being judged by the dead.
We are still being summoned by the unborn.
We are still becoming the answer to our ancestors’ unanswered prayers.
We are The Ascendents.
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Resistance, Remembrance, and Comunidad: Cinco de Mayo, Mount Pleasant, and the Rebuilding That Erases
Cinco de Mayo is often misunderstood in the United States. It is reduced to a marketing holiday, a day of beer specials, paper flags, mariachi clichés, and the shallow consumption of Mexican culture without the burden of remembering Mexican history. But the heart of Cinco de Mayo is not consumption. It is resistance.
The day remembers the Battle of Puebla, May 5, 1862, when Mexican forces defeated the French army, then one of the most powerful military forces in the world. It was not Mexican Independence Day. It was not the founding of Mexico. It was a day when a people under pressure from empire stood their ground. It was a day when the powerful were resisted by those who were supposed to lose. It was, at its deepest level, a day about memory, dignity, land, sovereignty, and the refusal to be swallowed by imperial appetite. (MySA)
That is why, for me, Cinco de Mayo cannot be separated from another May 5: May 5, 1991, in Washington, D.C.
I was there.
Read the rest of the essay at PeaceGrooves.com.
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Resistance, Remembrance, and Comunidad: Cinco de Mayo, Mount Pleasant, and the Rebuilding That Erases
Cinco de Mayo is often misunderstood in the United States. It is reduced to a marketing holiday, a day of beer specials, paper flags, mariachi clichés, and the shallow consumption of Mexican culture without the burden of remembering Mexican history. But the heart of Cinco de Mayo is not consumption. It is resistance.
The day remembers the Battle of Puebla, May 5, 1862, when Mexican forces defeated the French army, then one of the most powerful military forces in the world. It was not Mexican Independence Day. It was not the founding of Mexico. It was a day when a people under pressure from empire stood their ground. It was a day when the powerful were resisted by those who were supposed to lose. It was, at its deepest level, a day about memory, dignity, land, sovereignty, and the refusal to be swallowed by imperial appetite. (MySA)
That is why, for me, Cinco de Mayo cannot be separated from another May 5: May 5, 1991, in Washington, D.C.
I was there.
Read the rest of the essay at PeaceGrooves.com.
#AnabaptistPeaceWitness #BattleOfPuebla #CentralAmerica #CincoDeMayo #ColumbiaHeights #Comunidad #Displacement #EconomicRebuilding #Empire #Gentrification #immigrantJustice #Immigration #LatinAmericanYouthCenter #LatinoCommunity #LatinoHistory #MountPleasantRiots #Nonviolence #PeaceAndJustice #PoliceViolence #PropheticEssay #Puebla #remembrance #Resistance #sanctuary #SocialJustice #solidarity #TearGas #UrbanDevelopment #USForeignPolicy #WashingtonDC -
Resistance, Remembrance, and Comunidad: Cinco de Mayo, Mount Pleasant, and the Rebuilding That Erases
Cinco de Mayo is often misunderstood in the United States. It is reduced to a marketing holiday, a day of beer specials, paper flags, mariachi clichés, and the shallow consumption of Mexican culture without the burden of remembering Mexican history. But the heart of Cinco de Mayo is not consumption. It is resistance.
The day remembers the Battle of Puebla, May 5, 1862, when Mexican forces defeated the French army, then one of the most powerful military forces in the world. It was not Mexican Independence Day. It was not the founding of Mexico. It was a day when a people under pressure from empire stood their ground. It was a day when the powerful were resisted by those who were supposed to lose. It was, at its deepest level, a day about memory, dignity, land, sovereignty, and the refusal to be swallowed by imperial appetite. (MySA)
That is why, for me, Cinco de Mayo cannot be separated from another May 5: May 5, 1991, in Washington, D.C.
I was there.
Read the rest of the essay at PeaceGrooves.com.
#AnabaptistPeaceWitness #BattleOfPuebla #CentralAmerica #CincoDeMayo #ColumbiaHeights #Comunidad #Displacement #EconomicRebuilding #Empire #Gentrification #immigrantJustice #Immigration #LatinAmericanYouthCenter #LatinoCommunity #LatinoHistory #MountPleasantRiots #Nonviolence #PeaceAndJustice #PoliceViolence #PropheticEssay #Puebla #remembrance #Resistance #sanctuary #SocialJustice #solidarity #TearGas #UrbanDevelopment #USForeignPolicy #WashingtonDC -
Resistance, Remembrance, and Comunidad: Cinco de Mayo, Mount Pleasant, and the Rebuilding That Erases
Cinco de Mayo is often misunderstood in the United States. It is reduced to a marketing holiday, a day of beer specials, paper flags, mariachi clichés, and the shallow consumption of Mexican culture without the burden of remembering Mexican history. But the heart of Cinco de Mayo is not consumption. It is resistance.
The day remembers the Battle of Puebla, May 5, 1862, when Mexican forces defeated the French army, then one of the most powerful military forces in the world. It was not Mexican Independence Day. It was not the founding of Mexico. It was a day when a people under pressure from empire stood their ground. It was a day when the powerful were resisted by those who were supposed to lose. It was, at its deepest level, a day about memory, dignity, land, sovereignty, and the refusal to be swallowed by imperial appetite. (MySA)
That is why, for me, Cinco de Mayo cannot be separated from another May 5: May 5, 1991, in Washington, D.C.
I was there.
Read the rest of the essay at PeaceGrooves.com.
#AnabaptistPeaceWitness #BattleOfPuebla #CentralAmerica #CincoDeMayo #ColumbiaHeights #Comunidad #Displacement #EconomicRebuilding #Empire #Gentrification #immigrantJustice #Immigration #LatinAmericanYouthCenter #LatinoCommunity #LatinoHistory #MountPleasantRiots #Nonviolence #PeaceAndJustice #PoliceViolence #PropheticEssay #Puebla #remembrance #Resistance #sanctuary #SocialJustice #solidarity #TearGas #UrbanDevelopment #USForeignPolicy #WashingtonDC -
Resistance, Remembrance, and Comunidad: Cinco de Mayo, Mount Pleasant, and the Rebuilding That Erases
Cinco de Mayo is often misunderstood in the United States. It is reduced to a marketing holiday, a day of beer specials, paper flags, mariachi clichés, and the shallow consumption of Mexican culture without the burden of remembering Mexican history. But the heart of Cinco de Mayo is not consumption. It is resistance.
The day remembers the Battle of Puebla, May 5, 1862, when Mexican forces defeated the French army, then one of the most powerful military forces in the world. It was not Mexican Independence Day. It was not the founding of Mexico. It was a day when a people under pressure from empire stood their ground. It was a day when the powerful were resisted by those who were supposed to lose. It was, at its deepest level, a day about memory, dignity, land, sovereignty, and the refusal to be swallowed by imperial appetite. (MySA)
That is why, for me, Cinco de Mayo cannot be separated from another May 5: May 5, 1991, in Washington, D.C.
I was there.
Read the rest of the essay at PeaceGrooves.com.
#AnabaptistPeaceWitness #BattleOfPuebla #CentralAmerica #CincoDeMayo #ColumbiaHeights #Comunidad #Displacement #EconomicRebuilding #Empire #Gentrification #immigrantJustice #Immigration #LatinAmericanYouthCenter #LatinoCommunity #LatinoHistory #MountPleasantRiots #Nonviolence #PeaceAndJustice #PoliceViolence #PropheticEssay #Puebla #remembrance #Resistance #sanctuary #SocialJustice #solidarity #TearGas #UrbanDevelopment #USForeignPolicy #WashingtonDC -
History reminds us of the darkest chapters humanity has faced, where fear, ideology, and war led to unimaginable suffering and displacement. This reflection urges us to remember, learn, and ensure such tragedies are never repeated again. 🕊️
#NeverForget #HolocaustHistory #HumanRights #Remembrance #PeaceEducation #LearnFromHistory
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History reminds us of the darkest chapters humanity has faced, where fear, ideology, and war led to unimaginable suffering and displacement. This reflection urges us to remember, learn, and ensure such tragedies are never repeated again. 🕊️
#NeverForget #HolocaustHistory #HumanRights #Remembrance #PeaceEducation #LearnFromHistory
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History reminds us of the darkest chapters humanity has faced, where fear, ideology, and war led to unimaginable suffering and displacement. This reflection urges us to remember, learn, and ensure such tragedies are never repeated again. 🕊️
#NeverForget #HolocaustHistory #HumanRights #Remembrance #PeaceEducation #LearnFromHistory
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History reminds us of the darkest chapters humanity has faced, where fear, ideology, and war led to unimaginable suffering and displacement. This reflection urges us to remember, learn, and ensure such tragedies are never repeated again. 🕊️
#NeverForget #HolocaustHistory #HumanRights #Remembrance #PeaceEducation #LearnFromHistory
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Who Will Be Romero Today?
Romero Rally Flyer 1990On this day we remember Archbishop Óscar Romero, murdered on March 24, 1980, while celebrating Mass. The church remembers him not simply as a tragic victim, but as a martyr whose blood was joined to the blood of the people he refused to abandon. Vatican sources still name him what so many already knew him to be in life: a “voice of the voiceless,” assassinated at the altar because he would not stop speaking for the poor.
Romero was killed soon after one of the most fearless sermons of the twentieth century. Addressing soldiers and police, he said that they were killing their own campesino brothers and sisters, and that God’s law stood above the commands of violent men: “Thou shalt not kill.” He declared that no soldier is obliged to obey an order against the law of God, and he ended with that thunderous plea: “In the name of God… cease the repression!”
That is why Romero remains dangerous. He did not speak in abstractions. He did not bless power from a safe distance. He did not soothe the conscience of empire. He named the sin directly. He named the victims directly. He named the moral responsibility of those ordered to carry out injustice. And for that, he was silenced by a bullet at the altar. Yet even in death he was not silenced, because martyrdom is a form of speech the powers of this world do not know how to answer.
Ten years later, in 1990, his name was still summoning people into the streets. The flyer for the Washington march commemorating Romero’s assassination called for an end to U.S. war in Central America, a march from the Capitol to the White House, and even nonviolent civil disobedience after the rally. It named the demands plainly: end U.S. aid to El Salvador, withdraw U.S. advisers, stop repressing the people, end the war against Nicaragua, lift the trade embargo, normalize relations. That call was real, and it was public. It survives in archival collections even now.
And I remember that day not as a line in a history book but as something lived in the body. Ten years after Romero’s assassination, I was arrested outside the White House after I and other activists built a miniature Central American village there. We were trying, in our small and vulnerable way, to make visible what policy papers and patriotic speeches tried to hide: villages, families, campesinos, the poor, the disappeared, the threatened, the dead. We were insisting that Central America was not a chessboard for Washington, but a place of human beings made in the image of God.
Read the rest of the essay at PeaceGrooves.
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#Lesetipp 📚 | Repurposing Infrastructure: Working with the Material Past
Wie wird Infrastruktur aus der Zeit des Zweiten Weltkriegs heute genutzt? Dazu forscht die Historikerin Izabel Paszko am #DHIWarschau.
🔗 Mehr dazu über folgenden Link: https://valuepast.hypotheses.org/6298
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Thursday, February 12, 2026
Russian losses in Ukraine "astonishing," former MI6 chief says -- Russia targets Kyiv, Ukrainian cities with ballistic missiles as Moscow stalls on peace talks -- Ukraine reportedly strikes Tambov Oblast defense plant, military site in Volgograd Oblast -- US military aid to Ukraine dropped 99% in 2025, report finds ... and morehttps://activitypub.writeworks.uk/2026/02/thursday-february-12-2026/
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🕯️December 8th 1966 - July 26th 2023 🕯️
Remembering Sinéad O'Connor on her birthday
#SinéadOConnor #remembrance #dragonslayer #sinead #music #musicworld #birthdayremembrance #singer #songwriter #activist #sineadoconnor
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🕯️December 8th 1966 - July 26th 2023 🕯️
Remembering Sinéad O'Connor on her birthday
#SinéadOConnor #remembrance #dragonslayer #sinead #music #musicworld #birthdayremembrance #singer #songwriter #activist #sineadoconnor
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🕯️December 8th 1966 - July 26th 2023 🕯️
Remembering Sinéad O'Connor on her birthday
#SinéadOConnor #remembrance #dragonslayer #sinead #music #musicworld #birthdayremembrance #singer #songwriter #activist #sineadoconnor
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🕯️December 8th 1966 - July 26th 2023 🕯️
Remembering Sinéad O'Connor on her birthday
#SinéadOConnor #remembrance #dragonslayer #sinead #music #musicworld #birthdayremembrance #singer #songwriter #activist #sineadoconnor
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🕯️December 8th 1966 - July 26th 2023 🕯️
Remembering Sinéad O'Connor on her birthday
#SinéadOConnor #remembrance #dragonslayer #sinead #music #musicworld #birthdayremembrance #singer #songwriter #activist #sineadoconnor
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#photography #remembrance #pembroke #thepembrokepapers Non judgmental . It's my job!
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We encourage all supporters to arrive at The City Ground early ahead of our fixture against Leeds United.
A Remembrance service will take place from 1:50pm, and we invite fans to join us in paying tribute. The Last Post will be followed by a minute’s silence.
We will also be recognising the courage and bravery of our supporters who were caught up in the shocking attack on an LNER train on November 1.
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“To weep is to make less the depth of grief.” ~ William Shakespeare, Henry VI
#ShakespeareSunday #AllSoulsDay #remembrance #bloomscrolling #nature #NaturePhotography #SolaceInNature #PartialToPink #SabbathInTheWild
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Landecker Digital Memory Lab initiated the first global #survey on digital #Holocaust memory. We are grateful to have been able to contributed to this important step in understanding how #remembrance takes shape #online.
If you’re involved in a Holocaust memory organisation, please consider to take part: https://www.digitalmemorylab.com/surveying-global-digital-holocaust-memory-practice/ -
Sweet Memories Of Us...Because we all experience loss.
ART
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There has been a lot of grieving in our home lately...beloved dog...Uncle...A friend. I try to bring comfort to myself and others through my art.
ART
https://fineartamerica.com/featured/loving-branches-remembrance-art-sharon-cummings.html#art #artwork #handmade #handmadeart #colorful #tree #trees #grief #grieving #sympathy #insympathy #greetingcard #greetingcards #fedigiftshop #mastoart #fediart #berevement #loss #death #celebrationoflife #poetry #poem #sadness #sorrow #memorial #remembrance #SharonCummingsArt #healing #healingjourney #comfort #peace
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"Yom Kippur is the antidote to this theology. It is the Jewish insistence that all of us are seekers of an asymptotic truth, that we are equal in that search and owe each other grace and compassion along the way. Our theology says that the gates of repentance are always open, that teshuvah is possible, that it starts with working together to see the truth, to recognize its errors, to attempt repair, and to commit to a better future."
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"The MAGA movement seeks to promulgate a triumphalist theology that attempts to determine the truth of America’s past and says that repentance is impossible because doing so would be 'corrosive' or 'disparaging.' This theology is built on the fundamentalist, extreme myth that it has the absolute truth of who we are as a Christian nation, and thus the only acceptable response is obedience."
#YomKippur #repentance #remembrance #teshuvah #Trump #MAGA #history #ChristianNationalism
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Rabbi Michael G. Holzman offers a Yom Kippur meditation on how the Trump administration's decision to lie about and obliterate American history militates against the most fundamental meaning of Yom Kippur — the call to remember, acknowledge, and repent of our wrongdoings.
He states,
"We are living in a theological crisis."
#YomKippur #repentance #remembrance #teshuvah #Trump #MAGA #history
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#DanielEdri #Gaza #Lebanon #PTSD #Trauma #MentalHealth #War #Conflict #Soldier #Support #Healing #Veteran #Supportive #Crisis #Recovery #Psychology #Stress #Wellbeing #Loss #Survivor #Supporter #HealingJourney #Peace #Supportive #Awareness #Resilience #Courage #Help #Hope #Strength #Empathy #Compassion #Solidarity #Unity #Remembrance #TraumaSupport #HealingProcess #Rescue #Comfort #RecoveryJourney #Endure #Endurance #Supportive #Rehabilitation #RecoverySupport #HealingPath #Serenity #Balance
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Namibia Commemorates its Inaugural Genocide Remembrance Day Honoring Victims of German Colonial Violence #SouthernAfrica #Africa #business #Colonial #Commemorates #currentevents #Day #Economy #genocide #German #governance #Honoring #Humanrights #Inaugural #Namibia #news #politics #Remembrance #SouthernAfrica #sports #trade #travel #victims #violence
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Namibia Commemorates its Inaugural Genocide Remembrance Day Honoring Victims of German Colonial Violence #SouthernAfrica #Africa #business #Colonial #Commemorates #currentevents #Day #Economy #genocide #German #governance #Honoring #Humanrights #Inaugural #Namibia #news #politics #Remembrance #SouthernAfrica #sports #trade #travel #victims #violence
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Namibia Commemorates its Inaugural Genocide Remembrance Day Honoring Victims of German Colonial Violence #SouthernAfrica #Africa #business #Colonial #Commemorates #currentevents #Day #Economy #genocide #German #governance #Honoring #Humanrights #Inaugural #Namibia #news #politics #Remembrance #SouthernAfrica #sports #trade #travel #victims #violence
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Namibia Commemorates its Inaugural Genocide Remembrance Day Honoring Victims of German Colonial Violence #SouthernAfrica #Africa #business #Colonial #Commemorates #currentevents #Day #Economy #genocide #German #governance #Honoring #Humanrights #Inaugural #Namibia #news #politics #Remembrance #SouthernAfrica #sports #trade #travel #victims #violence
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WENDY: Oh! Peter, when Captain Hook carried us away —
PETER: Who’s Captain Hook? Is it a story? Tell it me.
WENDY: (aghast) Do you mean to say you’ve even forgotten Captain Hook, and how you killed him and saved all our lives?
PETER: (fidgeting) I forget them after I kill them.J. M. Barrie (1860-1937) Scottish novelist and dramatist [James Matthew Barrie]
When Wendy Grew Up — An Afterthought (1908, publ. 1957)Sourcing, notes: wist.info/barrie-james/76677/
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #peterpan #jmbarrie #disregard #forgetfulness #memory #remembrance #selectivememory
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#WindowRock: Live on Saturday: #Dine' #MassMobilization #Protest in #NavajoNation Capitol
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#WindowRock: Live on Saturday: #Dine' #MassMobilization #Protest in #NavajoNation Capitol
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#WindowRock: Live on Saturday: #Dine' #MassMobilization #Protest in #NavajoNation Capitol
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#WindowRock: Live on Saturday: #Dine' #MassMobilization #Protest in #NavajoNation Capitol
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