Sometimes Compassion Must Be Fierce: Revolution, Renewal and Angela Davis

 They predicted it would be standing room only, so I   came early; it offers me time to reflect. Sitting at   the edge of the balcony with my notebook and a   clear view of the entire concert hall, I’m startled by   a  wave of wistfulness. Suddenly and acutely, I am   aware of the passage of time, and momentarily,     the passing of an era that invigorated and felt right.


She walks into the hall and a cheer goes up while a tear rolls down...


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