Page 38 - Billy Graham in Heaven

Powerless in Powerland
31
“I’ll not fight back, and then I’ll run,” replied Cathy firmly.
“Sure you are?” persisted Greta in her high-pitched, little-girl voice. “My parents planned not to fight that Nazi clan. I’m proud to say they lost their way. Dad’s leg he lost in the French Underground, and a pretty good Hari Mata Mom was.”
“That’s Mata Hari,” Cathy corrected gently. “Anyway, we’re dealing with democratic Southerners, not Hitler’s authoritarian zombies.”
Jake rubbed his black eyebrow which began shedding dandruff. “If you do fight back the violence will be reinforced,” he said. “If you don’t then we might make a statement, or be ignored and forgotten, or beaten and forgotten, or ...”
“We’ve all had training in nonviolence,” Cathy interrupted. “Have some faith in the group and how we’ve behaved until now.”
Jake clammed up, caught in the dilemma of trying not to cross Cathy yet also trying to keep her safe. So much dandruff poured from his eyebrow that it made a snow- like dusting on the table.
“Why would you harass people who are just pawns of other people’s decisions?” demanded Newt.
“Every citizen, private and general is responsible,” Cathy insisted.
“Most people don’t have time or information to sit down and think about whether this is a good war,” said Newt. “They work hard until they’re called and then they bravely fight.”
“Newt,” sighed Cathy, “a group of us wants to do this