February 4, 2008

On the other side of the wall, a baby hollered. It bespoke great anger over deep injustice, a bitter, bitter holler that resists all comfort.

We never forget how to summon that kind of holler—but as adults, it echoes only from the inside of our heads. Perhaps things would be different if we learned to open tight lips.

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