Still feeling like the Titanic heading for the iceberg.
I picked up my copy of Anna Funder’s ‘All that I am’
at the library, and glanced towards J. sitting at a computer - lively bushfires,
seeping floods, the money-changers, moving quickly across the screen. I caught
his attention and he removed the headphones.
I hissed, ‘Why aren’t all of us protesting? Why the silence? Don’t you
remember those earlier years when many of us were not silent about injustice.
It’s a free world surely for speaking up
against this abomination that affects our church.’ He laughed and said quietly, ‘Yes it’s a free
world. To be silent too.’ He turned back
to the screen, world news just time-filling. I stomped out from the library and
spent the day reading about an abominable dictator in Europe.