He faced his own ruin because he is part of something larger—part of something that reaches and includes all of us.

I think the best way to honor what Bradley did (?)is to each of us, in our own lives, tell what we know about what goes wrong even if it gets us in trouble. We all have to become whistle-blowers and face the music. This is the only way we’re going to save ourselves.
It’s not as easy as it sounds. What happens to whistle-blowers? They get shunned. They lose their jobs. Their action benefits people they’ve never met, and severely cripples their own lives and livelihoods. How do you know what to do? What to tell and when? But if he can sit in that jail for these hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of days now, then we can do our part. Whatever that is and however it works out in our own lives.

I have my Bradley postcards located throughout the house, on the fridge, tucked into a bathroom cabinet, where I can get a glimpse of his face at random times during the day. It always makes me feel better.

Mary Tucker-Pettersen… lovely and true.

n.b. the United States of America is a disgrace.