The witch trials never ended.
The Burning Never Stopped: How We Weaponize the Sacred They came for Dorothy Good when she was four years old. In 1692, in Salem, Massachusetts, they shackled a child's wrists and called it godliness. They imprisoned her for months, and when she finally emerged, her mind had shattered in ways that would never heal. Her crime? She was different. Her mother was different. And difference, they said, was demonic. Dorothy was not burned—in Salem, they preferred the rope. But across the ocean, in the villages of Europe, the fires had burned bright for centuries. Tens of thousands of bodies—mostly women, but also men and children who didn't conform—turned to ash in the name of Christ. The same Christ who said, "Let the little children come to me." The same Christ who stopped a crowd from stoning a woman and asked, "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone." The pyres have gone out. The gallows have come down. But the burning never stopped. The Al...