We Think We Know

It is hard to fight prejudice. Whether it is racial, religious, cultural, class or familial. We think we know what is happening in our own little world, where everything should be so cut and dry. We look at the killing in Chicago of Judge Lefkow's husband and mother and we think, "Oh, Mathew Hale must have had something to do with it. He said he wanted her dead and someone took him up on it." Then it turns out to be a down-on-his-luck electrician who carried a major grudge because of a malpractice claim. He hides in the house and when Mr. Lefkow discovers him, he shoots Lefkow and then his elderly mother-in-law, who heard the shot. As fate would have it, he gets pulled over for faulty brake lights, and the world discovers who the killer in Chicago was. I was just reading recently how Hitler was the target of an assasination plot prior to the start or around the beginning of WWII. One of the generals placed a bomb in a briefcase intended for Hitler. An underling, in tidying up, moved the briefcase just enough behind a desk, that Hitler's life was spared. It just goes to show that it is often the small things, the brake light out, the moving of a briefcase, that often change the course of history. Ask Bill Buckner about a ball going through his legs or Steve Bartman about a ball going off his glove in the stands. Baseball, life, death, it all plays out in the small things that sometimes make a big difference. Now we have the judge in Atlanta and two others, so far. We think we know what is going on, but I don't think we have any idea.