July 15, 2013

Stand Our Ground

Stand Our Ground
Last nights rehearsal was all Trayvon. Of course it had to be. We cancelled this week's animals-in-the-bank invasion. I left the singers - went with Lena to get her some food. Then one of the tributaries of anger and sorrow poured by our little pizza shop. These marchers were Trayvon's age, some a bit older. We went out to the sidewalk. The march swelled curb to curb on four lane 2nd Avenue. I was thinking - maybe the rehearsal before the tour is just not possible. Not tonight. 

The marchers roused our anger standing on the side - and then they looked straight ahead at some vanishing point. There was a shift in the storm of the crowd - some happier kinds of anger, even more forceful. Then I experienced that strange sensation when part of your body recognizes someone before your head does… It has the quality of a deja vu… Lena was jumping up and down breathily shouting, her pizza wedge flopping in her hand. Katrina! Gusti! Monica! David! Quilty!

It was the choir. They gave up and began marching and here they are. And then - Mommy! There she is! Lena was thrilled that her mother could appear in the middle of 2nd Avenue, her face in this stream of faces. Lena, is this like when mother appears in your dreams and looks you with that loving knowing eye? As Savi swings Lena into the air and heads back to the room with the piano, I reflect on how the succession of events on this sad evening is not unfolding with a logic that I recognize. Maybe that's because all of this is a continuation of Trayvon's surprise and pain. The children heal us but Trayvon teaches us to stand our ground.