It is unsurprising that two of my of my favorite political theologians, Dietrich Bonhoeffer and Sophie Scholl, were martyred. My Red Virgin, Simone Weil, in her own idiosyncratic solidarity, drove herself into the ground. Only Dorothy Day saw a long life, yet always on the margins.
Obviously, my theological politics are an exercise in ever-unrealized eschatology. It's not "always already." It's "forever never."