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  • Shhhhh. Turn off your computer. Kill the CD player. Mute the TV. Listen carefully. Can you hear it? They’re stirring. An army of ghosts. They’re hungry. Not for a meal – they’re beyond that – but for answers. They’re marching, their invisible footsteps starting in Armenia, Auschwitz, Rwanda, Cambodia, Kosovo, Iraq, the Congo, Tibet, Wounded Knee, Nanjing, Hiroshima, Sudan and leading to…well, suffice it to say they know where they’re going, their numbers are growing and they’re picking up the pace.

    Now they are being joined by the living. The downtrodden, the heartbroken, the angry, the hopeful, the helpless, the prophets, the persecuted, the warriors of righteousness, the voiceless, the famished, the lost-but-now-I’m-found.

    You who fatten on the misfortune of others, who sell death by the crate, who do as you please and call it God's will, who have built for yourselves a fortress of bromides, you will pause, a forkful of stolen food frozen in mid-air. “What’s that unearthly sound?” you will ask. The word “WHY?” issuing from millions and millions of living and non-living throats will blow your doors wide open. You will stand before your accusers, your mouth dry and your courage fled. You had damn well have a better answer than “Because.”

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