And this from the book I am reading:
This, then, is the great humanistic and historical task of the oppressed: to liberate themselves and their opressors as well. The oppressors, who oppress, exploit and rape by virtue of their power, cannot find in this power the strength to liberate either the oppressed or themselves. Only power that springs from the weakness of the oppressed will be sufficiently strong to free both.
It has been a sad and depressing ...week, ...month, ...season? Life? I don't know, but I hope this darkness lifts. And I am glad this man is in the same world as me, at the same time as me—if for no other reason than to reinforce a feeble hope I have that people are all that really matter; that connections between souls are indeed possible; and that the dirty, cheap, puny things we do to each other both personally and globally have not, yet, submerged us completely.
There may be hope.