TRUTH, JUSTICE, JURIES AND ZIMMERMAN

Correspondence with Two Other Gentleman on the Eve of Closing Arguments, Florida v. Zimmerman

First Post: It is my hope that whatever the verdict in the Zimmerman case that all of us understand that we have not heard the case as the jury has and certainly not seen everything that is available through their eyes. Our judicial system is based on the rules of evidence that governs what can and cannot be entered as evidence. Juries do the best they can. I hope everyone will honor their verdict and any subsequent appeals that may or may not come. Our system has to be respected to work. Otherwise we lose much of what makes this the great country that it is.

Bull Sullivan’s Response:

A very good comment,  but perhaps the best lesson of this costly case is the growing awareness of the politicization of prosecutorial discretion. While the abuse of police power, on the part of law enforcement has been the subject of judicial restraint since Miranda v. Arizona, there has been little judicial review of abuse and misconduct by Prosecutors intent on using high profile criminal prosecutions to further social or political agendas. The highly touted notion: “Justice is Blind” exists only in fiction, the reality is that justice serves the demands of politically motivated, officials as with Attorney General Holder or publicly elected officials, as in the case of Seminole County’s 18th Judicial Circuit State Attorney, Phil Archer, first elected to office in 2012.

The Zimmerman Case clearly lacks substance or evidence to prove, beyond a reasonable doubt,  Zimmerman guilty of any offense greater than manslaughter; at the worst it demonstrates an inevitable result when a black “hoodie” semi-tough teenage gang banger wanna’ be with a “street” attitude meets an overly zealous armed and stupid Latino cop wanna’ be… the best conclusion would have been no confrontation, with each walking away from the other. Given the limitations of character each demonstrated, that couldn’t happen and did not. Both of these young men, and I use the term “men” loosely, are products of broken households, absent fathers, state sponsored public education, corrupt popular culture, and the absence of moral teaching, character development and discipline in our society. Culture, not race, brought about the result; frankly, neither of these young men should have been out of their home at that hour.

But if gain can be made from the misfortunes of life, you may rely on lawyers and politicians to take full advantage of the situation. The proper course would have been indictment on a lesser, though still felonious charge, and a public excoriation by a wise and equanimous Trial Judge of the “Mother” and “Father” of Trayvon Martin, whose behavior, whose “life” choices, led directly to their son’s death. Justice would be served by such a trial, and certainly, these parents whose intemperate and churlish behavior doomed their sons should be held up as an example of what is wrong with contemporary culture.

Life ain’t a cabaret, ole’ chum, it ain’t even a Rap melody; it is a gift of God, to whom Zimmerman, Trayvon’s  parents, the State’s Attorney Phillip Archer and others will answer one day, just as young Mister Martin has already discovered.

 

Second Post: The one Federal case I was on as a juror back in 1985 was an amazing experience, one that I haven’t forgotten, and I think helps me empathize with juries on cases like this. All that being said, I personally think this case should never have come to court, never should have come before a jury. The feds apparently applied major pressure on the local DA to move forward. The DA decided not to put this case in front of the local Grand Jury for fear that they may not indict.

 

First Post, first response: I don’t share your cynicism about our system and the jury will decide if the evidence for a successful prosecution is there.

Bull Sullivan’s Second Response:

Oops, did not realize Zimmerman had not been indicted. That is further proof that the State’s attorney caved into political pressure. He might have failed to be indicted. Thanks for the heads-up. I really haven’t followed the trial at all.

My friend, I have no cynicism about our system; obviously, having worked with US DOJ District Attorney’s, even some 35 years ago, I found that most non-elected judicial officials have every reason to be political, in fact I never met one who wasn’t. You don’t get promoted if you don’t “play ball,” and you must be promoted to:  A) be a Department lifer, or:  B) laterally move into even a junior partnership in a “good” law firm. The really good ones, the best politicos, play ball with either side, building up “credits”. Even a junior partner in regulatory law will earn three or more times what the Government pays.

I agree with you if you maintain that the jury is the least likely component to be corrupt, but, unpoliticized?  OJ got “off,” as did, in the 1950’s, 60’s and 70’s, literally hundreds of “white knights of the KKK.” No politics, no conspiracy, huh? Juries get it wrong often, but we accept the results because the alternatives to a jury of our “peers” are far worse. In Capital Cases, in which the prosecution is in and of itself morally bankrupt, more than one innocent man has been executed. In Georgia, we recently murdered Troy Davis, sentenced by a jury of his “peers” to death, without care or concern for the notion of “beyond a reasonable doubt,” he was black, the police officer was white.

The simple test for politics is this, who benefits from prosecution? If this had been Black on Black, no one would have cared, and you and I wouldn’t be commenting. If white on white, a minor potential for gun control advocates, a small plurality in the State of Florida,  maybe light national attention, but otherwise ho hum. But White on Black, “OMG,” every Harvard Law graduate infuriated, every Black Political Activist aswarm, every Yale degreed R.I.N.O. worried about the next mid term election, and most Florida Republicans perfectly willing to throw a mixed breed Latino under the bus, to maintain their thin electoral advantage.

You may know Phil Archer, you may like him, he certainly is your fellow Republican, but his actions are so patently political as to pass any walk, waddle or smell test.

Zimmerman should have been indicted for involuntary manslaughter at the most, and absent the Main Stream Media Circus would have plead out, been suspended and probated, and never noticed, not even by Fox News.

This trial is a National Disgrace, as are, as I have previously mentioned the public schools that taught Mr. Martin nothing about citizenship, and most importantly, as are his Parents a disgrace, their choices, their behavior, their apathy and enmity,  killed their son. This event was no accident, but an incident waiting to happen, in point of fact, Trayvon Martin was DOA at the maternity ward.

 

 

 

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Paula Dean and the “N-word”

Please Note: The Commentary which follows and the Article which follows the Commentary use the actual “N-word”

Blogger Denene Millner Says: “Paula Deen Can Kiss My Grits; She Built Million Dollar Empire on Backs of Black Folks”
http://cocoafab.com/black-reaction-to-paula-deen-racist-comments/

(Ms. Millner’s Article Follows Bull Sullivan’s Commentary)

Dear Miss Millner:

I want to begin by agreeing with your inference that Paula Deen has been, in her public statements, nothing short of disingenuous, and certainly less than forthcoming. Her obvious desire is to avoid lasting damage to her brand, and culinary enterprises. And I agree with you that her use of the word nigger is usual and normal for persons of her, and my, generation. I will not defend her or anyone whose conversation includes tasteless racial, ethnic, religious, sexual or scatological humor, or who uses God’s holy name to damn an act or a person, as in having struck a thumb while nailing, or cursing a fellow child of God. I don’t care if the joke is told by Lenny Bruce or Richard Pryor; such humor is classless, tasteless and pathetic.

Paula Deen is a product of her environment, her culture, just as you are of yours. In a perverse way, your criticism of her culture, justified as it may be, is as intolerant as her criticism, even if she now denies it, of yours. For her, my generation, and many younger Americans, even today the use of the word nigger in conversation implies a lack of respect for the Negro. Your ad hominen criticism of Paula Deen’s disposition’s statement, her business and employment practices, and even her cooking implies a lack of respect for her. It is difficult to have sympathy for either Paula or you.

Now, I may be incorrect in assuming you immediate response to my last statement is “I don’t want your sympathy,” but I believe that both viscerally and intellectually, that is how you have responded. I further believe that, despite your attempt at ameliorative language, “With all due respect to the brothers and sisters making it bubble in the kitchens of her restaurants…” you have disdain, bordering on disgust, for those of your race who earn an honest living working for Paula Deen. How it must grieve you that the “…talented black chefs and waitstaff at her popular Georgia restaurants…” regularly deposit, as a result of their talent and ambition, paychecks signed by “…the Dumpy Dumpling of Dixie.”

I am certain that those black employees also appreciate your public support of a single white female plaintiff, who may well have reason, bringing suit against their employer, and further your assertion that the food those “talented chefs prepare and talented wait staff” serve is, how did you put it, “filling America’s veins with sugar and fat and all the crap that kills us dead.” This last statement is made all the more difficult for me to accept as a valid criticism by your comment that you were raised on a southern diet and have ‘…soul food all up in my fingertips and deep in my bones.” Yet, here you are.

And because you are here, in print before me, let me “Axe ewe a question.” I have for some time sought an answer to a persistent concern I have about Negro DNA.  I only feel free to make an inquiry of you because of your obvious understanding and knowledge of racial DNA. If I may quote you, “Racist behavior lingers—dances all up and through the DNA.” I assume you meant that assertion to apply to all races, not just yours, Negro and mine, Caucasian, but to all who seek or hold a racial identity.

Before I pose that question, let me state unequivocally, that we will heal the wounds that Slavery and the Civil War created only when we all stop seeing color in each other. I for one, having participated in the struggle for Civil Rights for all Americans, and being one who continues to recognize that color remains the primary source of discriminatory behavior for all colors of Americans, continue to believe that healing can only take place when we really are open and honest in our dialogue. As to my bona fides, I cite here an article from my Commentary on Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness:

http://www.bullsullivan.com/2011/09/20/troy-davis-being-black-is-death-sentence/

I note to you that this article received the second most views of my commentaries, and I further regretfully note that the issue, as I see it, mooted by Mr. Davis’ execution, has “disappeared” from the public and common discourse.

So Ms. Millner, I now respectfully ask you, “Why do you, and others of your race object to being called “Nigger”? Why do you care what you or your race is called? I am not being facetious and certainly I am not fatuous in my curiosity.

I would point out to you that you may call me anything, by any name or epithet, and I would not care, so long as I had not earned the scorn or derision that the use of any term toward me implied. Further, had I earned the dubious distinction of deserving the name or epithet I was called, I would seek to correct myself, to better understand my offense or shortcoming, and to improve myself.

It is obvious to me, that for many Negro Americans, the epithet is painful. Why? If I call you a Child of God, isn’t that all that can be said? Isn’t the fact that for so many Negro Americans, the identity of being Christian, was sufficient to both cause a belief that you would overcome, and to temper and finally change the heart of those white “folks” whose laws diminished your citizenship?

It was for me the Spirituality of the Negro church and culture that gave me leave to march for equality, and the words of Black Ministers and Preachers that gave me hope that our children would “…one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.”

Are those not the words of a Baptist Preacher? A Christian? Didn’t he say, even before he spoke of his hopes for his children, didn’t our dear blessed Doctor say: “I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.”

Ms. Millner, how many times did thugs and idiots and red necks and racists call Martin Luther King a “Nigger”? How many thousands of times? Dr. King constantly sought to engender respect, not of the white man for the Negro, but of each man for himself.  We are commanded, in Matt 22:39 and Mark 12:31 “…to love our neighbor as we love ourselves.”

Are you not my equal? Do you not love me? Do you not love Paula Deen? The most important question to be asked, Ms. Millner, is “Do you not love yourself?” Dr. King loved himself, and because he did, he could love me, and I could love him. And all of this because God Almighty loves us!

What is in your racial DNA? Why does the mere movement of a tongue and breath across vocal cords cause so many such discomfort? And why is it so common to hear the same term in contemporary musical lyrics?  Ms. Millner, it is just a word, yet your culture has ascribed to it the power of life and death and from that power the notion that human respect for each other is an external attribute, not an intrinsic gift of God. I await your answer, your explanation. I really need to know what drives such a response. I thank you in advance.

Until then let’s work together for Justice for Lisa Jackson and for Paula Deen, for justice for one is justice for both. Let’s work for understanding, compassion and love. And I don’t mean that glossy modern episcopal “God is love” type of love. I mean real true unconditional love of the sinner and the saint; not approval, but acceptance; not submission but obedience. When we achieve that, or even come near, then there will be only two “names” we call each other, Brother and Sister.

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Ms. Millner’s Article:

Denene Millner is a New York Times bestselling author of 21 books and the editor of MyBrownBaby.com.
I’ve been to The Lady and Sons, the renowned Savannah, Ga., restaurant owned by America’s lard-loving Food Network star Paula Deen. Not gonna lie: we waited in line for an hour, easy, to eat there, and when we finally got in, we worked that buffet like a stripper does a pole on a hot summer Saturday night. Fried chicken and whiting, greens, candied yams, gooey macaroni and cheese, homemade biscuits and jelly—we swallowed it all down. And when we finally looked up from our plates and stopped licking our fingers, we came to what we were sure was a pretty logical conclusion: wasn’t nothing but black folks back there in that kitchen stirring those pots.

You can’t fool me. I was raised in the North but I’m the child of Black Southerners with soul food all up in my fingertips and deep in my bones. We created and mastered the cuisine. Paula Deen was simply smart enough to slap a picture of herself and her All-American sons on the door while a kitchen full of Negroes toil in the steam and sizzle of her restaurant, doing all the hard work while their jolly, finger-licking boss takes all the credit.

You know—that great Southern tradition.

But word on the streets and in court depositions suggests that the Dumpy Dumpling of Dixie has been acting more like the plantation mistress than benevolent employer of talented black chefs and waitstaff at her popular Georgia restaurants. Lisa Jackson claims in a $1.2 million lawsuit that Deen used the “N-word” on several occasions, and that the restaurateur’s brother, Bubby Heirs, sexually assaulted her during a five-year stint as the general manager of Deen’s Georgia restaurants.

While she’s claiming in public releases today that she just loves her some black folk, Deen admitted in a court deposition taken last month that she’s said “nigger” before.

“Yes, of course,” the 66-year-old chef said when Jackson’s attorney asked her if she’s ever said it.

Like, duh.

She went on to admit that she’s also been known to tell a few racists jokes, too, and struggled to answer when asked if she thought those kinds of jokes are “mean.”

“That’s kind of hard,” Deen said. “Most jokes are about Jewish people, rednecks, black folks … They usually target, though, a group. Gays or straights, black, redneck, you know, I just don’t know — I just don’t know what to say. I can’t, myself, determine what offends another person.”

*insert image of Denene making dead fish eyes here*

A teeny weeny spot on my buttery soul would just love to believe Paula’s statement today that she “does not condone or find the use of racial epithets acceptable.” But the rest of my dark brown bottom knows better.This is a 66-year-old woman from the South, born close enough to segregation to see the whites of Jim Crow’s eyes. I’ll bet she knows how rank he smells—that rancid, putrid bouquet that escapes when the word “nigger” curls off the tongue. I’m betting, too, that she knows how scary he looks on a dark country road on a hot Southern summer’s night. Or in an equally hot kitchen where Negroes toil.

I’m not saying this is the way of every 66-year-old white woman from the South. But I’ve been living in the South for almost a decade, and I’ve got enough honest good white friends down here who’ve told me in confidence that their grandfathers and daddies and uncles still have white sheets hanging in their closets—not the kind for beds, but the ones rocked with pride in front of burning crosses. Racist behavior lingers—dances all up and through the DNA.

More importantly, I’m the daughter of African American parents who are of Deen’s generation and who’ve made sure I know, for sure, how it felt to be called names and be denied a sound education and be relegated to menial jobs and live in fear of becoming that strange fruit, not because they were bad people but because of the color of their skin.

All that’s to say that there’s nothing surprising about this Paula Deen revelation, and really, she should know that no one is fooled by the waffling and her awkward word shimmies—Black Twitter and its #PaulaDeenRecipes included.

Frankly, her apparent comfort with the word notwithstanding, what we need to be mad about is that Paula is a peddler of Type 2 diabetes—that she’s all up and down our TV dial, filling America’s veins with sugar and fat and all the crap that kills us dead.

With all due respect to the brothers and sisters making it bubble in the kitchens of her restaurants, Paula Deen can take her racist jokes and her “N” words and stick them where the butter is sure to melt.

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Cowardice and Courage…

I have grown more certain, over the past months, that what I thought of myself, so many years ago, is true. I did not want to kill in Vietnam. I did not want to die in Vietnam.  Is the will to live and let live, which normally overshadows all other human behaviors, a proper excuse for “Draft Dodging?,” for claiming a “deferment?”  Was my moral objection an excuse for cowardice?

Don’t misunderstand me. I believe I have courage, I often say I fear nothing but God’s judgment. But as I reflect on the sacrifice of so many of my peers, even some I knew as closest friends, I can not help but wonder, why did they chose to go and fight in Vietnam? I in no way dishonor them,  a part of me yearns to have joined them, after all, I am no stranger to sin, nor to life and death.    As I reflect on the decade of the “Sixties,” a tumultuous time in the psyche of the American people, I am aware that it was a time of great anxiety for me, and a time of great sacrifice for many of my peers.

“To those to whom much has been given, much is expected.”

When President  John F. Kennedy paraphrased the Gospel of Luke, he moved a generation, what is now call the “Boomer” generation, to a new awareness of civic responsibility.   I heard his call, I followed his journey like a disciple following Jesus. We who had been given so much by the sacrifice of our parents, we who grew up knowing such little want; we, the aspiring middle class scholars of our generation, we heard a voice that stirred the echoes of our history in our thoughts, that deepened the love of liberty in our hearts, that moved our hands to willingly work for a kinder, more gentle and better America.

In those days, my love of history, the history of western civilization, which is the true history of America, was strengthened by every text I read, every debate I heard loudly in my head: Hamilton, Jefferson, Adams, Madison, Jay, Marshall, Jackson, Polk. An endless list of men seeking their “manifest destiny” across the pages of history, and the soil of America.

I think no other time in American political history, since the Founding Fathers, met to create a nation from the 13 colonies, that held such promise as when JFK was President. This man would surely bring about “peace, justice, and the American way,”  a phrase from popular culture that we all knew so well.

And then John Kennedy was dead! Has any generation ever spiraled from hope to cynicism so rapidly? Has any generation lost its brightest light so suddenly?

Was President Kennedy’s death the cause of what became the most cynically rebellious, drug addled, self-absorbed generation of Americans yet born? Could that tragedy have provided me, and millions like me, with the emotional excuse that provided a cover for our lack of participation in the Vietnam War?   For our unwillingness to sacrifice life and limb for the geopolitical considerations of the Good Old USA?

We took deep breaths as we watched our nation plunge deep into the madness of a policy to prevent a “domino effect” loss of an Asian ally, and listened to the monotonous vacuous ramblings of a aging cold warrior President, Lyndon Johnson, elected because he seemed less scary than his opponent.  Still we hoped…

Then Dr. King was murdered, and Bobby Kennedy was assassinated, for no reason other than stupidity, hate and frustration. We were already bleeding out the red, white and blue blood of America’s underclass, drafted to preserve a corrupt and amoral ally’s status as a bulwark against Communism, regardless of the stench of their politics. Millions of us waited, sought out student deferments, our ministerial status,  suddenly married with a family, and still later played and won the draft lottery, or claimed a conscientious objection to all killing; for many, to be a pot smoking pacifist seemed a better choice than to be zipped into a black plastic body bag.

For me, all these “reasons” were excuses, they had the sound of sagacity and reason, but I knew they masked not a fear killing, but a fear of dying, a willingness to place breath before honor. I make no excuse now. As much as I could not justify killing an enemy defending his homeland, interfering in the internal affairs of a nation ( I am Southern, after all), as much as I believed that taking life in service of this Nation in this war, Vietnam, was sinful; as much as I sought to convince myself and others of the immoral nature of all war, I am not certain if I feared God’s judgment more than death itself.

I did not want to die for an insignificant little country in Southeast Asia, or for any foreign democracies, or for any overseas adventure that served no purpose, other than bullying the world with our big stick diplomacy.

I admit I cry before that Sacred Wall of the Vietnam Fallen in Washington, but not because those soldiers died for their Country, but because they died at all.  I am glad I am not counted in their number; in truth, I do not know if I am worthy to be counted at all.

I believe that in a moment of need of those near and dear to me, I would die to protect my family, and I know I would die for my God, and I hope that I would give my life for democracy’s sake, to preserve our American way of life, as did my father’s brother at Normandy, or my mother’s family members through 10 generations of American life.  But in my life, from birth to this day, there has not been one legitimate threat of invasion, of war on our continent; of anything resembling the death and destruction seen in Asia or Europe since 1914.

Knowing the massive destruction that nuclear war would bring, the alteration of the very genome of homo sapiens, our leaders acted wisely in the path they chose, significant militarization of resources  during the “cold” war, to stop the spread of Marxism. But in their zeal to prevail against an economic system doomed to fail, they nearly destroyed our political system which today resembles the very centralized state  “cradle to grave” planning of the arch enemy they sought to destroy.

In how many wars and police actions and humanitarian interventions has our Nation entangled itself? How much power have we allowed to be concentrated in a monolithic economic system that our politicians tell us is “too big to fail?”

I ask myself, was I a coward? I want to believe that had I been drafted, I would have gone; I would have done my time in the defense of “democracy.”  I want to believe that if death came, I would have given my life, if necessary, to save others. I want to believe that if captured I would have been as brave as Jeremiah Denton, or John McCain, both of whom I cite only because I met them soon after the Vietnam War . I want to believe that I would have died for a greater good, a better America, or even for a brother in ranks. I want to believe that, but I will never know.

I believe that war, fought for vainglory, fought for economics, is war wasted on history. I know that those names carved on that Sacred Wall were patriots all, I just wish that those who sent them  in harm’s way were patriots as well.

I will know someday whether or not I was a coward, on that day in Heaven or Hell when I meet those who fell in TET or at Khe Sanh, or a died in the rain, the mud, the shallow water of a thousand rice paddies, or riding the sky in Huey’s or Herc’s or Thunderchiefs; I will know by how they greet me,  if  they think I was a coward, or a man who thought dying for no good reason was the wrong thing to do.

We must stop this killing of our courageous and brave young men and women. We must realize that the world will be won by those who teach others how to feed, and clothe and shelter themselves and their families. We should be sending these patriots to farm, and field and factory, building up, not blowing up villages and towns, and if those lands don’t want us, we should stop sending them at all, and bring them home.

I believe that there are reasons to give up the gift of life willingly. I believe there can be justified, if not still sinful, wars; I believe defeating Japan and Germany in WWII was a just cause. But ask yourself, have we faced such evil since World War II, other than godless communism, that we should spill the blood of our youth? Is it not our great foolishness, our folly, to think we have the right to determine the fate of nations and peoples. Would we do so were we not the captive of an economy and culture now dependent on war?

We possess technology that can secure our safety, security and peace; we need both swords and plowshares, but only peace will ultimately win the hearts and minds of mankind.  We pray for peace every Sunday, we build for war the other six days of the week.

Ask yourself, my fellow conservative Christian Americans, what would Jesus do? I think you know the answer. If you have never answered the frequent call to arms   it is your task to wonder, “Am I a coward?” “Would  I die for America, would I die for a national political purpose?”

Even more importantly, we all, all of us, soldier and civilian, must ask ourselves, “Would I die for Jesus?”   Will I work to stop the madness of war to follow the biblical teaching of Jesus? What do you think Jesus would say to you? And before you state that war is “moral,” and cite the Old Testament,  let me inform you that every battle of every war that Israel and Judea fought and won was done so on the Command of God.  Every life taken, with few notable exceptions, was taken in obedience to the Will of God. Every other war was lost, and even now, the Israeli state exists solely because God has willed a Christian America to protect Israel, to preserve our Judeo-Christian heritage.

There is no greater sacrifice that a man can make than to die to preserve the lives of others. Such a death is honorable, and worthy of commendation, even when given in vain for an immoral cause. Whether such men, and now women, are heroes is left to the judgement of men, as is the determination of cowardice. But we must know as Christians that such deaths, indeed any such service as facilitates death in war, is not righteous before God Almighty, and forgiveness from God must be sought by those who serve and those who order such service. And the very Passion of Christ, inflicted by soldiers obeying orders,  provides the certainty that all sinners are forgiven, if only they repent and believe on Jesus Christ.

I am a Southern male, I can not escape the shame I feel when I look upon that wall. I think on the battle death of my great great grandfather at Gettysburg, July 3, 1863. Ordained Anglican, I think on the tragic death of  Bishop General Leonidas Polk on little Pine Mountain just miles from where I was raised for what was surely a great, noble lost cause. I hope I will have the courage to die for Christ should that time come in my life. I respect and honor those who died, even more than I respect and honor those who object to the dirty, senseless and stupid little wars our national leaders have engaged in over the past half century.  One final thought, while I may well be a coward, I am not a pacifist. Every war we have fought since the last World War could have been won before it was fought, won by policies that encourage and respect self determination and economic liberalization. Policies  that demonstrate faith in the goodness of man, trust in democratic practice and belief in the love of God and the need of obedience to his will. And pursuing such policies is not only the obligation of all Christians, it is commanded of us. + + +

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