This is the fifth week. It was a nice day at the Vigil for Justice. It began when a Jesuit stopped by and said encouraging words. Soon after that, a campus public safety officer stopped to talk, because he knew my companion. A short time later, a car stopped on the other side of the street, and the driver motioned for me to come over. She was there with her daughter, a prospective student, and she wanted to know what this was about. I think they could have listened for an hour; they were both so intent on hearing about it. The mom took my hand and held it. People waved and honked and gave power signs, passersby said hello, cars slowed to read the signs.
What was missing? Fr. Boroughs addressing the reasons for being there.