“All through those weary first days in jail when I
was in solitary confinement, the only thoughts that brought comfort to my soul
were those lines in the Psalms that expressed the terror and misery of man
suddenly stricken and abandoned. Solitude and hunger and weariness of spirit —
these sharpened my perceptions so that I suffered not only my own sorrow but
the sorrows of those about me. I was no longer myself. I was man. I was no
longer a young girl, part of a radical movement seeking justice for those
oppressed, I was the oppressed. I was that drug addict, screaming and tossing
in her cell, beating her head against the wall. I was that shoplifter who for
rebellion was sentenced to solitary. I was that woman who had killed her
children, who had murdered her lover.”—Dorothy Day (1897-1980), social activist
and founder of the Catholic Worker movement, and candidate for sainthood, From Union Square to Rome
(1938)
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