Some people write their thoughts in a blank book.
For Margaux, who was murdered this summer and loved by so many people.
I pout theis nail in it becus of my love of babys and kids cus I am a kid. I did it uspechle for kids in Iraq and kids that die in birth. -S (age 9)
For the cow in the dumpster. I witnessed her suffering. -JS
To make real the purging of the violence that has long dwelt in my soul, I drive this nail. -D
My nail is in memory of D.E.E., whose last act -- one of violence against herself -- was to achieve peace the only way she knew how, from a lifetime of violence against her. -PS
For Eddie, the night he was almost beaten to death while several people watched and did nothing to help him. -JL
Blow after blow, I felt some sense of atonement as the nail pierced deeper and deeper into the soft tissue of the massive trunk.
Acknowledgment. Sadness. Release. Relief.
Like a deep cry all cried out that leaves nothing, ........
but room for grace.
Many Thousands Gone
