Having named that the actions of this person whom I had trusted had hurt me, I realized that I was suddenly a big step closer to forgiving them.

I guess I am remembering that barbershop and the new, painful way that I think of it today – Was I listening to the victims play their accordions as I got my haircut? Did my cherished memory take place within their nightmare? – because of Bill Cosby’s conviction for sexual assault last week.

Martin Elfert makes a heartwarming observation when he walks down a familiar street wearing his clerical collar instead of a T-shirt.

We have tried really hard to make the prophets safe. Indeed, in many ways the story of the almost 50 years since Dr. King’s murder has been the story of our efforts to domesticate him, to make him into an avuncular and harmless figure, to reduce him to someone who entreats us all to just get alon

The stretch of road on which we stopped the car was heavy with fog – it was a plausible setting for a horror film. But by a stroke of holy good luck, a small park was nearby and the year-round caretaker was waiting in her trailer. We knocked on her door and she invited us into the warmth of her home while we called the tow truck.

My contention is a different one: neglecting or ignoring or pardoning the behavior of the famous men in their midst was senior management’s plan.