Lives Lived and Lost

My dad, Jim Evans ’52, was never outspoken about his Freedom Ride experience (cover story, Feb. 5). Its meaning sank deep into him and didn’t emerge in words, later on, very often. Nonetheless, it resonated in who he was, what he did, and certainly in those who came after — maybe especially his kids. I know that, for me, because of my dad and what he stood for and up to, there is no way on God’s green earth that social justice isn’t the main thing worth fighting for. The conviction that courage is available to any person, enabling him/her to stand up, is in my blood, because of Dad.