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Ghosts on the Roof
A night that turned her into a believer
It’s funny how both my sister and I used to be ardent atheists. Atheists who would fight to the death to defend our position.
(This is not a post against anyone’s worldview. This is a personal story, expressing the author’s beliefs, which, trust me, encompass the full range of human conditions and will understand you, whatever philosophical position you might hold.)
Back to my sister and me, who were all about naturalism and everything that goes with it, including natural selection, animal-like competition, and ultimate self-preservation.
(What I don’t like about Darwin is that, along with his rational teachings, he brought the idea of the strong versus the weak, which in turn influenced the concept of a super race that was cleverly and passionately exploited by Nazism.)
At the time, however, I liked Darwin, and I thought I was somehow a superior human being because I was healthy, beautiful, white, and whatnot. I don’t like the person I used to be. I wonder, though, if I would have ever changed if my sister hadn’t changed first.
One morning, in February 2000, she woke up as pale as the sheets soaked in our mother’s bleaching liquid and told…
