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THE SCALLOP: Reflections on the Journey

Freedom Riders

PHOTOS: Public Domain or used with permission from Freedom Rider David Fankhauser, PhD

I intended to write about some thought provoking articles in The Christian Century, but I clicked on the television to check news and watched the PBS special on the Freedom Riders instead. I was eleven in May, 1961, but remember news broadcast images of the Civil Rights struggle including some of the Freedom Riders. Watching the special last night was both horrifying and inspiring.

I know people who have marched with MLK Jr. in Selma and one who worked with the bus boycott in Montgomery. As a teenager, I joined in protests for the Farm Workers Union and marched in protests against the Viet Nam war. Facing National Guard bayonets on my college campus, I experienced rubbery knees and covered my nose and mouth with wet towels to lessen the effects of tear gas.

None of these actions of mine required the raw courage of those college students who became "The Freedom Riders." Trained in non-violent resistance, these young people knew they were likely going to face beatings, arrest, and possibly death, yet boarded the buses anyway, intent on calling national attention to the immortality of segregation and the need to change Jim Crow laws. Read More 

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"She Won't Forget"

PHOTO: Mary van Balen

But Zion said, “The LORD has forsaken me;
my Lord has forgotten me.”
Can a mother forget her infant,
be without tenderness for the child of her womb?
Even should she forget,
I will never forget you.

Is 49,14-15



"No, my mother is bringing my lunch over," my second grade daughter told the boy who had offered to share a sandwich. We had been running late that morning, and I didn't have time to pack her lunch.

"Don't worry, honey. I will bring it over before you head to the cafeteria," I said when I dropped her off at school.

I am not sure what waited for me at home, but the hours passed and I completely forgot about taking over a lunch.

"No thank you," my daughter said with a smile when one of her teachers offered to buy a lunch for her. "My mother said she would bring my lunch over. She won't forget."

I don't remember if I completely missed her lunch hour or if I made it during the last five minutes, but suddenly, I remembered my promise, threw together a lunch, and rushed it over to the school which was across town. Read More 

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