Linking the John Brown incident and the murder of Tiller reminds me of Langston Hughes’ Raisin in the Sun poem.

The denial of the dream of justice for Blacks and the dream of justice for the murdered unborn are equivalent. There was an explosion with John Brown – and there was an explosion in the case of the Tiller killing. Justice will not be perverted forever.

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore–
And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?