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When People Of Color Are Killed In The Inner City, When Homeless People Are Killed, When The "nobodies" Are Killed, District Attorneys Do Not Seek To Avenge Their Deaths. Black, Hispanic, Or Poor Families Who Have A Loved One Murdered Not Only Don't Expect The District Attorney's Office To Pursue The Death Penalty -which, Of Course, Is Both Costly And Time Consuming- But Are Surprised When The Case Is Prosecuted At All.

I Saw The Suffering And I Let Myself Feel It… I Saw The Injustice And Was Compelled To Do Something About It. I Changed From Being A Nun Who Only Prayed For The Suffering World To A Woman With My Sleeves Rolled Up, Living My Prayer.

When You Try, God Is There And You Get The Grace You Need To Get You Through.

Time Rushes By And Yet Time Is Frozen. Funny How We Get So Exact About Time At The End Of Life And At Its Beginning. She Died At 6:08 Or 3:46, We Say, Or The Baby Was Born At 4:02. But In Between We Slosh Through Huge Swatches Of Time--weeks, Months, Years, Decades Even.

Remorse Presupposes Enough Self-forgetfulness To Feel The Pain Ofothers.