A lunatic in Charleston, South Carolina, tried to start a race war a few weeks ago. He entered a black church, sat and watched for an hour as the congregation welcomed him into their worship and then murdered as many as he could. As nine laid dead or dying, he fled like vermin.
The nation was stunned. The police apprehended the killer. The killer confessed. The people of Charleston wept.
The killer’s diary revealed that he had no friends and no allies. He bemoaned the fact that even with the Internet, he could not find anyone — not a single person — to join him.
This lone loser failed to provoke that race war. He didn’t even provoke riots. Not even protests.
What he provoked was love. Strangers of different races held hands and hugged as they sang gospel hymns to honor the dead and embrace the living.
Just days later at the arraignment hearing, Continue reading