“I thought I was going to die a few times. On the Freedom Ride in the year 1961, when I was beaten at the Greyhound bus station in Montgomery, I thought I was going to die. On March 7th, 1965, when I was hit in the head with a night stick by a State Trooper at the foot of the Edmund Pettus Bridge, I thought I was going to die. I thought I saw death, but nothing can make me question the philosophy of nonviolence.” YearsStatesPhilosophyNightDiesSawsFeetSticksBridgesMarchStationsBusNonviolenceBeatenMontgomeryGreyhoundsGreyhound Bus Author:John Lewis
“Did you hear the one about the woman who is attacked on the street by a gorilla, beaten senseless, raped repeatedly, and left to die? When she finally regains consciousness and tries to speak, her doctor leans over to hear her sigh contently and to feebly ask, 'Where is that marvelous ape?'” TryingDiesAsksLeftSpeakConsciousnessStreetsDoctorsMarvelousBeatenSighApesGorillas Author:John McCain
“That is what they call being reconciled to die. They call it reconciled when pain has strummed a symphony of suffering back and forth across you, up and down, round and round you until each little fibre is worn tissue-thin with aching. And when you are lying beaten, and buffeted, battered and broken - pain goes out, joins hands with Death and comes back to dance, dance, dance, stamp, stamp, stamp down on you until you give up.” GivingLittlesHandsPainDeathLyingSufferingDiesBrokenGiving UpRoundsWornBeatenStampsUp And DownSymphonyBack And ForthTissuesBattered Book:Frye Street & environs: the collected works of Marita Bonner Source: Frye Street & environs: the collected works of Marita Bonner