But when a saint performs a miracle, what is good is the saintliness, not the miracle. The miracle is that he walks among the poor, the animals, the beach covered in plastic trash, and fails to flinch. In that failure we find excess, the illegitimate made true, boycott at the heart of our being. To refuse to put one's body in that place at that time. To put one's body in a place beside that place and then to walk. A heavy metal bassist placed one foot in front of the other as he played 4' 33”, as if to surf the silence. The sign I posted read “Fascism = Safety” but one friend read it straight. The safety is only on the trigger now, and it's been recalled. The next president's son advocates for silencers [sic]. My life it stood before the stage, mouth and body for once aligned.
--MLK Day, 16 January 2017