Hold on.
Hold on.
My dear friend, hear comes the dawn.
I think I will always remember the first time I saw this little clip of people singing on the streets of a besieged Minneapolis, where – in the face of a wave of heavy handed, violent and aggressive arrests of people of colour – ordinary Minnesotans came together to walk the streets and… sing.
In the face of oppression, people have always sung songs. Think of the American deep south during the Jim Crow era, or Apartheid South Africa, or the pop culture of East Berlin. How else can those without power once more express the power of community and connection?
Hold on my dear friends. Here comes the dawn.
