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
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