The Ragged Edge of Night(105)

The same evil Opa fought—he and countless others—still lives. It thrives now on American soil.

We are fools to think the past remains in the past. History is our guilty conscience; it will not let us rest. Perhaps we will never learn the origin of this sickness, but we understand its cure. We are the White Rose, and the Edelweiss Pirates. We are Widerstand—resistance—you and I. No force can silence us, unless we permit silence. I prefer to roar.

I have seen the power of human goodness; I know how courageous the most ordinary person can be. The history of my own family bears testament to the power of resistance. Because I have seen, I believe—I know—that darkness cannot last forever. And beyond night’s edge, there is light.

Olivia Hawker

August 2017