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Dorothy Day

She looks so small just sitting there on her folding stool and the police looming over her with their guns and clubs are twice her size. I wonder what she was feeling right then. She was 76 and it wouldn’t be the first time, or the second, that she was hauled off to jail–was it old hat to her by now, or was she terrified every single time? She sits up straight; she doesn’t back down. She could have coined that phrase “Feel the fear and do it anyway” herself.

Photo by Bob Fitch

Prompted at Sunday Scribblings:  Brave

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