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History, Rhyming
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History, Rhyming
I don’t have a cartoon syndicate and I’m not in newspapers. But I get to do this for a living because lots of readers support my Patreon with mostly small pledges! I also have prints and books for sale.
On August 20, 1965, Jonathan Daniels is walking down a quiet road in
, with a small group of civil rights workers.
They have just been released from jail.
Six days locked up.
No charges.
No apology.
No food.
Their only crime?
Peacefully protesting segregation.
Jonathan is 26.
A white seminary student from New Hampshire.
Future priest.
Comfortable life.
Safe future.
He gave it up to come South.
To stand with Black voters.
To fight injustice.
To put his body where his beliefs were.
Now he is thirsty.
So is 17 year old Ruby Sales.
So they step toward a small country store.
To ask for water.
Nothing more.
As they approach, a man steps out.
A white segregationist.
Armed.
Angry.
Full of hate.
He raises a gun.
Aims it at Ruby.
At a Black teenager.
In broad daylight.
In front of witnesses.
Jonathan sees it.
In one second, he understands.
If he does nothing, she will be d*ad.
So he moves.
No shouting.
No hesitation.
No fear.
He steps in front of her.
And takes the blast.
He is hit in the chest.
He falls.
And d*es instantly.
Ruby lives.
Because he stood there.
Because he chose her life over his own.
The man who fired the gun is arrested.
Then acquitted.
All white jury.
No punishment.
No justice.
Another life taken.
Another crime ignored.
Jonathan’s family is shattered.
His church is stunned.
The movement mourns.
But his sacrifice spreads.
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. calls him a martyr.
Churches tell his story.
Young people follow his example.
He had no weapon.
No armor.
No protection.
Just conscience.
Just courage.
Just love for someone the system said did not matter.
Jonathan Daniels could have stayed back.
Could have looked away.
Could have survived.
He did not.
He chose to stand in the line of fire.
So someone else would not fall.
He did not survive.
She did.
That is what real solidarity looks like.
That is what moral courage costs.
Story based on historical records. This post is for educational purposes.
Photo: Will 🇬🇧 | 🏳️🌈
Photography By: Jonathan Daniels
Male art captured through the lens of Jonathan Daniels. Beauty of the male physique. 😍
From Barry Deutsch at https://www.patreon.com/posts/always-relief-151428809
"I asked Green Day what their goals were because they have already achieved almost every goal a band has. And Mike said 'well, we want to play stadiums.'"
- Jonathan Daniels, manager (source)
In August 1965 Daniels and 22 others were arrested for participating in a voter rights demonstration in Fort Deposit, Alabama, and transferred to the county jail in nearby Hayneville. Shortly after being released on August 20, Richard Morrisroe, a Catholic priest, and Daniels accompanied two black teenagers, Joyce Bailey and Ruby Sales, to a Hayneville store to buy a soda. They were met on the steps by Tom Coleman, a construction worker, and part-time deputy sheriff, who was carrying a shotgun. Coleman aimed his gun at sixteen year old Ruby Sales; Daniels pushed her to the ground in order to protect her, saving her life. The shotgun blast killed Daniels instantly; Morrisroe was seriously wounded. When he heard of the tragedy, Martin Luther King, Jr. said, "One of the most heroic Christian deeds of which I have heard in my entire ministry was performed by Jonathan Daniels."