Thursday, August 6, 2015


There is a whole class of heroines in this country's history who outshine the heroes: Those women who were raped by men who said they owned them, who carried the baby for nine months with the utmost care and caution, who gave birth, who raised the child with all the love in their hearts, who worked to provide for their families, and who had to watch as their child was beaten by a man who would not acknowledge his own progeny.  I can't think of greater love than this.  I can only imagine the self-sacrifice that gives everything for a child in a world that punishes you for loving and allows no reward for kindness except the gratitude of a young man who stands in awe of your joy.

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