“In Greek and Latin, stigma was a mark or brand, especially one that marked a slave, so a stigma marked a person as inferior. ” – Merriam-Webster
I watch the horizon for hope as one shipwrecked on the shores; as one banished by brutality. I watch until my eyes are exhausted, my neck in a noose of tension, my shoulders sobbing at me to stop.
We, who proclaim Christendom, have been nothing like our Christ.
Where does that leave us? We, the majority for whom justice will never be adjudicated and for whom victory is a vapor?
Women, who were voiceless “property,” fought for the right to have property and a voice.
I too hunger for justice, truth and hope.
If you need me, you will find me in a secret and sacred place.
With an upturned chin to Him who is Justice, Truth, and Hope.
The coffee is hot.
The candles are lit.
The flame is small but bright enough to illuminate the way.
This post is an attempt to set right a grievous wrong against an undeserved man.
I want to tell you the truth – in detail.
I want to explain and I have some ‘splaining to do.
I want to tell you that through the all the lies, the truth will prevail.
I want to tell you the things that are true.
make (someone) feel ashamed and foolish by injuring their dignity and self-respect, especially publicly.
The Judge: “State and spell your name please.”
Me: Mrs. Lori Anne Thompson
L-O-R-I A-N-N-E T-H-O-M-P-S-O-N
The Judge: “What would you like me to know?”