I may have to change this commentary’s name, though I have no illusion that the journey is over. Nicole and I walked the trail from Cosmo Park to Garth, which certainly helped us to feel less cloistered. Columbia offers some great trail walks.
We finally were album to Zoom with our friends Rex, Jill, and Heather. They are a good bunch, part of an unofficial team formed several years ago to combat indifference. It was good to see their faces, and next week we hope to round up the rest of the Joy Unit: Isaac, Beth, Angela, Frank, Mike, and Derrick. Could be a weekly thing; in fact, we will convene next Sunday. As The Commodores sang in our youth, friends:
Whoa, Zoom, I’d like to fly far away from here
Where my mind can see fresh and clear
And I’ll find the love that I long to see
People can be as what they wanna be
Whoa, I wish the world were truly happy
Living as one
I wish the world they call Freedom
Someday would come
Someday would come!
I’d like to say to my city that, though we have much work left to do and just keep doing, I am very proud to live here, especially after yesterday. We were not among the thousands–thousands–who were out on our streets for justice, but we have been applying our hearts and minds to it indoors, I assure you. And to our city police who are protecting, standing with, and even on occasion kneeling with the freedom fighters, I hope you feel it’s only strengthened you within, and cost you nothing that’s truly of value.
Streaming for Strivers:
A soundtrack to successful resistance and remaking–it ain’t called Rhodesia anymore!–but a reminder that the shoulder must be kept firmly to the wheel of justice. From The Lion of Zimbabwe…