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The Jesuit Post, April 18, 2017
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<p style="box-sizing: border-box; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.25em; direction: ltr; font-family: Lato, Helvetica, Arial, san-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.85em; text-rendering: optimizeLegibility; color: rgb(34, 34, 34);"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;">“Oh honey, my family’s been working for the Church for a </span><i style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: inherit;">long </i><span style="box-sizing: border-box;">time.”</span></p>
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<span style="box-sizing: border-box;">I knew from the playful twinkle in her eyes, the seriousness on the rest of her face, and the way she said “long” that she didn’t mean her mother had been the parish secretary before her. She meant her family had been working for the Church for a very, very long time — and not by choice.</span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: border-box;">I had just met a descendant of slaves. I, a Maryland Province Jesuit and alumnus of Georgetown University, was standing face-to-face with a woman whose biological forebears were the slaves of my spiritual forebears. I don’t think my jaw dropped, but my heart certainly fell.</span></div>
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<a href="https://thejesuitpost.org/2017/04/sins-of-the-past-and-hope-for-the-future/">FULL ARTICLE>></a></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: border-box;">I knew from the playful twinkle in her eyes, the seriousness on the rest of her face, and the way she said “long” that she didn’t mean her mother had been the parish secretary before her. She meant her family had been working for the Church for a very, very long time — and not by choice.</span></div>
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<span style="box-sizing: border-box;">I had just met a descendant of slaves. I, a Maryland Province Jesuit and alumnus of Georgetown University, was standing face-to-face with a woman whose biological forebears were the slaves of my spiritual forebears. I don’t think my jaw dropped, but my heart certainly fell.</span></div>
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<a href="https://thejesuitpost.org/2017/04/sins-of-the-past-and-hope-for-the-future/">FULL ARTICLE>></a></div>