I have been waiting for the moment to begin posting the many entries we have received for our campaign-disguised-as-a-contest, The Drinking Fountain.
That moment arrives at dawn, December 7th.
Many of the entries are horror stories, some are expressions of indignation and dismay.
But I do want to set the tone for entries not yet submitted. We don’t want to preach to the choir, thump our chests or rattle our terrible swift swords. We do want your entries, in the form of personal narrative, essay or poetry to be your honest response to our prompt.
Archbishop Desmond Tutu was both scorned and loved for a bold move as chairman of the Truth and Reconciliation Committee established by Nelson Mandela: he gave a blanket pardon to even the most vile offenders of human rights in South Africa. Many think he short- circuited the criminal justice system, when his only stipulation was that the accused tell their stories. When public resentment sloughed away, what followed was catharsis, and, coincidentally, the inspiration resulted in Archbishop Tutu receiving the Nobel Peace Prize. His words:
“When I talk of forgiveness, I mean the belief that you can come out the other side a better person. A better person than the one being consumed by anger and hatred. Remaining in that state locks you in a state of victimhood, making you almost dependent on the perpetrator. If you can find it in yourself to forgive then you are no longer chained to the perpetrator. You can move on, and you can even help the perpetrator to become a better person, too.”
Let’s come out better people when the contest ends on March 7th, another day that will live in infamy–the anniversary of the march across the Edmund Pettus Bridge. How far have we come? Here is your chance to tell us.
Be among those to toss a pebble in the pond; the reach of the ripples is infinite. Here again are contest details: